<?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-1869060894966104264</id><updated>2011-07-31T03:24:21.454-04:00</updated><category term='Coffee'/><category term='Random'/><category term='Funnies'/><category term='Weight Loss'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='WFMW'/><category term='Bugisms'/><category term='coupons'/><category term='Be Still'/><category term='Classroom'/><category term='Thanks'/><category term='Wordless Wednesday'/><category term='Ecuador'/><category term='Praise'/><category term='Prayer Request'/><category term='Encouragement'/><category term='Football'/><category term='Chaos'/><category term='Kiddos'/><category term='Venting'/><category term='Books'/><category term='Saving Money'/><title type='text'>Coffee and Chaos</title><subtitle type='html'>Taking each day one cup at a time - A random post about life, love, and coffee.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>201</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-4191357566988255265</id><published>2010-06-05T08:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T09:52:19.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time.</title><content type='html'>Everytime I start to type this post, I start to cry.  At that point, I deem myself not ready to deal or sort out my emotions and then log out and hope that the next day will be better.  It's supposed to be my "next post" so, Unfortunately, I've been silent for a while.  I can not guarantee if this will make sense in the end.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier (2 posts ago) I mentioned that the World of Rho would be rocked (&lt;a href="http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2010/01/ohits-2010.html"&gt;go here&lt;/a&gt;)  It's more of a personal/selfish reference because as I process through, I see that this means so much more to me than it may to be the bloggy readers I have.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow our church is giving a going away party for some VERY close friends.  These friends are becoming missionaries.  Following God's plan in their life with a GIANT jump of faith.  Friends that can simply stand next to you and know that you are dealing with something internally, and wait patiently until you spit it out on your own accord.  Friends that encourage you through simple moments of smiles, dinner over paper plates, and peanut-butter taste tests.  Friends that help you through a monumental crisis that could ruin your family and not once pass judgement or stop associating with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As,  I look on the front row and realize that they won't be there--- it crumbles me.  But, I never want to discourage them with tears.  I never want to make them feel bad because I know that their purpose and path is different than my own.  I am truly celebrating their choice!  Their gifts and hearts are for just a time as this.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't think I could seriously handle actually saying "Goodbye" without looking like an idiot through the masses of mascara and tears....and because everytime I see them, I realize time is getting shorter...it's tougher and tougher not to break out into tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may not be able to get this out verbally so I type. Not to mention...I cry really bad, complete with the quick breaths, squeaky voice, and sniffling nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....and so, It's time.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our friendship started with chaos.... one that I was in and you worked me through.  With you're quiet strength and determination I was able to conquer a pretty big mountain just so I could jump off of it.  Not once did you say what I should do, but only listened and gave me the strength and support to follow the directions I needed to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've experienced some pretty quiet victories and defeats through life's circumstances and events.  There are serious moments when I have to stop and think...What would She do?  ..and move accordingly.  Through each and every moment that is special over the years, you have been there with me.  Your passion and knowledge of Christ has motivated me to learn more.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are few people in your life that truly bless you EVERY time you see them.  You are one of them for me.  I'll miss our random Starbucks talks.   I'll miss our "family" dinners.  I'll miss the birthday parties and singing side by side in worship.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I'm so VERY proud of you for following God.  For walking out what you've taught the youth and myself....and frankly, just for being you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my fondest memories is our first lunch out to Bianca's.  We didn't know each other except through a very casual relationship.  Before our drinks were placed on the table you mentioned about how you are the friend that would not ask questions....one that I could talk to...one that would never judge.  That was my first taste of true friendship.  I didn't have to give any more than I had to please you.  I didn't have to be anyone else and you accepted that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I'd never had a friend like that--and never knew that friendship was supposed to be like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the last couple of years, we had some amazing trips and opportunities together.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wicked.---Truly, you've changed me for good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ski Trips.--ski lifts and hot chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Camping.---Mud fights, bike rides, and S'mores. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Equador.--You losing your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't say goodbye.  I WILL see you again.  I'm visiting you.  I'm skyping you. and I'm sure facebook and e-mail will be pretty regular as well. Get used to it, accept it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you, my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-4191357566988255265?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/4191357566988255265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=4191357566988255265' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/4191357566988255265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/4191357566988255265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-time.html' title='It&apos;s Time.'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-6721950502857051901</id><published>2010-02-28T19:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:18:33.944-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chaos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee'/><title type='text'>The best part of waking up.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;29 days ago...I started on adventure.  One that would bring me to my knees in pain and prayer.  The first 3 days were the absolute worse...so much in fact, I chose to lock myself in my room and not speak to anyone.  Unless of course, I was working or yelling at my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say we all survived.  Tomorrow is the end of my fast and I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't looking forward to my first Cup O' Joe.  I've made some changes though.  With the exception of drinking tea when we went out to eat, I've been caffeine free.  So, I've decided to go back to coffee but decaf.  (It doesn't help that when I told the Dr. how much coffee I drink daily, she almost fell out of her chair) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decaf doesn't make The House of Rho any less chaotic though... which is another lesson I learned on this fast.  Life does go on without coffee (GASP!)  In fact, it goes a little slower.  Not too much..so don't think I've found a pause button.  But, life was at a slower pace which gave so much time for extra chaos!! Or time for me notice........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any who.... Have a great Monday!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-6721950502857051901?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/6721950502857051901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=6721950502857051901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/6721950502857051901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/6721950502857051901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2010/02/best-part-of-waking-up.html' title='The best part of waking up.....'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-2652482725656441536</id><published>2010-01-28T06:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T06:20:09.867-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee'/><title type='text'>Decisions, Decisions...</title><content type='html'>Last night at Praise practice a very profound question was asked.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Has everyone decided what they will be fasting for the month of February?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;**Coffee** The still small voice tells me..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mind you....I remember Hubby 'mentioning' something about fasting.  But nothing about a month or that it would be an individual decision as to what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first thought was....."Stink!"  Mainly because I'd not given ANY thought to fasting.  We're talking Zip, Zero, Zil-CH!!  Now, I'm mentally going through the massive list of meals, items,  and favorites that I could give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;i&gt;**Coffee** Clearer now I'm hearing it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But first...I'll need clarification... ME - "What exactly do we have to fast?"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friend "Anything you feel the Lord leading you towards"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;**Coffee**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Okay God, I hear ya... I just need more clarification.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME - "If I choose, say, coffee.... Can I substitute hot tea? I..II...I... need something warm to drink in the morning!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friend #2  "If you drink hot tea...are you really sacrificing?"  (&lt;i&gt;YES!?!?!--But, not REALLY...&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awww...man... Then in recounting the conversation with my pastor and reiterating it in a service...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;SACRIFICE -  giving up something you love...for something you love more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast Forward to today.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 4 of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;NO COFFEE&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just now to the point where I can speak about it.  The first two days were brutal coming off of the eternal caffeine kick I've been on for the last 15+ years.  Chaos was certainly the term I'd use for my household, my work, and my life.  I'm convinced that without coffee, I'm ADD.  Not to mention the caffeine headache that brought me to my knees at 8:30, Monday night causing me to go to sleep before the kids even thought about changing into their pajamas.  To say, I've been joyful would be wrong....but, I haven't really been mean either.  So I should get kudos for that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been super quiet.  The fast will last for the month of February.  For everytime I think, wish, or want coffee...I offer up a prayer and spend some quiet time with the Lord.  Which explains the quiet part...I've been in prayer ALOT!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm working through the headaches...(I still have one lurking) because I've pretty much cut out caffeine all together.  I'm working through some other things...but am out of time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until the next time!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-2652482725656441536?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/2652482725656441536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=2652482725656441536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/2652482725656441536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/2652482725656441536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2010/01/decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions, Decisions...'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-972689034917275489</id><published>2010-01-11T21:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:31:44.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-972689034917275489?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/972689034917275489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=972689034917275489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/972689034917275489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/972689034917275489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-days.html' title='3 Days!'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-5631329162018274657</id><published>2010-01-02T09:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T09:40:56.518-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chaos'/><title type='text'>OH...It's 2010!</title><content type='html'>I'm reading New Years goals and resolutions and figured out I hadn't committed to anything for 2010.  Seriously though, me making goals and sticking to them let alone remember them is a comic event in itself.  Which is why I resolve not to resolve.  It's so much easier for me to do that then remember what the resolution is, figure out how to add it in, and make sure that I've some how completed it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm anticipating a lot happening this year.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was talking to a friend of mine regarding Blogging.  I told her I just didn't have it in me lately.  Her response had me thinking.... She said something like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"There are times when God works on us internally and we can't verbalize what's going on until we are ready to share."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That, my friends, is exactly where I am.  I'm being worked on internally.  We're talking overhaul.  I'm being prepared for a lot of changes.  Ones that are going to ROCK the World of Rho.  I can't list them, share them, or even put them into words.....yet.  But, when I am--hold on to your coffee cups 'cause chaos will ensue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just thought I'd update. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-5631329162018274657?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/5631329162018274657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=5631329162018274657' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/5631329162018274657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/5631329162018274657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2010/01/ohits-2010.html' title='OH...It&apos;s 2010!'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-6831880981455856876</id><published>2009-12-28T09:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T10:08:23.530-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting'/><title type='text'>Just to see it in writing.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a very difficult day for me.  Even after listening to a sermon that all but stuck a neon arrow sign over my head and spotlighted me in a crowd.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The short version... When all was said and done...I survived.  Despite the worrying, stress, and flat out expectations of ruffled feathers and fists....I came out untouched and ultimately ignored.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which really was a let down to me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I asked myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Self?!?!---Why are you upset?  Why are you not happy that you were taken care of and not placed in the middle of whatever circle you thought you'd be and tarred and feathered?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I could answer the internal conversation I knew..... Despite the expectations... Some things are beyond our control.  Despite the outcome of what I'd like....the decision isn't up to me.  You see when you add people into your everyday life, they end up changing the outcome of what you'd like to dictate.  Something about choices, expectations, and free will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I wasn't happy because what could have been didn't happen...which in my mind would make the situation easier to deal with.  I'd've been able to flesh out somethings instead of dealing with them the way I should--with the one that can fix it and lastly...because it means the next time it'll be the same until each person involved will be able to overcome their part in it.  I seriously thought I was through with my part...but now I'm "planning/worrying" about reactions to their part....So does that mean I'm through??  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-6831880981455856876?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/6831880981455856876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/6831880981455856876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-to-see-it-in-writing.html' title='Just to see it in writing.'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-6306344220338369747</id><published>2009-11-22T10:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T10:06:46.384-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Pssst.  It's the new do!!</title><content type='html'>My friends laugh at me when I start to talk about the Hair Goddess!  She creates miracles with her gifting of making me beautiful.  Thought I'd share her newest creation.  I'm trying to grow it out.  Whaddya think??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/SwlTEIZGsgI/AAAAAAAAAKs/FaiY7X5gghw/s1600/Photo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/SwlTEIZGsgI/AAAAAAAAAKs/FaiY7X5gghw/s320/Photo+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406944158072353282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-6306344220338369747?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/6306344220338369747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=6306344220338369747' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/6306344220338369747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/6306344220338369747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2009/11/pssst-its-new-do.html' title='Pssst.  It&apos;s the new do!!'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/SwlTEIZGsgI/AAAAAAAAAKs/FaiY7X5gghw/s72-c/Photo+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-4132536195354733810</id><published>2009-11-10T19:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T19:09:57.380-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classroom'/><title type='text'>Veterans Day</title><content type='html'>I spent today with 300+ 7th graders celebrating and honoring Veterans of today and yesteryear...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't begin to tell you the treat we had as students pulled together as a team to work towards a common goal AND show their love for their country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been working very hard on explaining to our students why patriotism and respect for our country and the current people who are fighting for it is so important.  We also wanted to make sure that they realized tomorrow isn't just another day off from school and a reason to BBQ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I'm recapping the day in my head and remembering the kids shouting out thanks and standing out of respect.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They got it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....and my day is done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My final challenge to you is... will you remember why tomorrow is important? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-4132536195354733810?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/4132536195354733810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=4132536195354733810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/4132536195354733810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/4132536195354733810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2009/11/veterans-day.html' title='Veterans Day'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-49852234963579016</id><published>2009-07-07T21:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:00:56.331-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chaos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Missing U.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/SlP9goLtHdI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Ije0Z91eS6A/s1600-h/DSCN0456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/SlP9goLtHdI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Ije0Z91eS6A/s320/DSCN0456.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355903118857805266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;P.S.. A special thanks to the photographer!! Love, Aunt Rho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-49852234963579016?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/49852234963579016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=49852234963579016' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/49852234963579016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/49852234963579016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2009/07/missing-u.html' title='Missing U.'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/SlP9goLtHdI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Ije0Z91eS6A/s72-c/DSCN0456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-499087069105462332</id><published>2009-06-21T09:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T09:11:22.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!</title><content type='html'>To the Father of my children, my best friend, and the love of my life.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f546b344e4455784d513d3d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox greeting: Happy Father's Day!!!" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f546b344e4455784d513d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=commissionjunction&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own greeting - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/ecards" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox greeting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-499087069105462332?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/499087069105462332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=499087069105462332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/499087069105462332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/499087069105462332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-7039852562181527115</id><published>2009-06-20T08:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T08:48:55.704-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chaos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>And... this is where I'm at...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://school.discoveryeducation.com/clipart/images/stopsign4c.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 424px;" src="http://school.discoveryeducation.com/clipart/images/stopsign4c.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lots of stuff has been happening around me over the last couple of weeks.  So much in fact, that this old girl only has the picture above in her head.&lt;div&gt;I'm still processing a good bit of it because I'm not sure which way to go.  You know when you're at the crossroads and you see the mountains on the right or the valley on the left but, not sure what's right after that?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you wait for directions.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As could see from my last post, I was cruising this past week.  It was a cruise that I did absolutely nothing on.  I never visited the pool deck... Not ONCE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I did go on to both of the islands... #1 for a 50 minute solo jet ski ride in a group... Me in the water on a Jet Ski following a leader for 50 minutes.... it was nice but, like any following there were some sharp curves that I was scared of so, I had tense muscles..... Which led me to island #2 of some retail therapy...free stuff...and a massage/facial back on the Big Boat....which was extravagant and I recommend to anyone!!  The rest of my time was spent reading, looking at the water, and sleeping.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seriously&lt;/b&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I needed that much rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear you asking... &lt;i&gt;What on Earth is happening in Rho's life that is making her so stressed. tired, overworked, and plain absent in the World of Blogging?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could tell you.  I'm not sure.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are some things.... like having a close friend relocate, work/training, and some more traveling....but, I'm not quick to place the reason there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be unloading/processing here for a while so, it may not be all  full coffee mugs and flavored creamer... If you can't handle that... take a break for a bit.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-7039852562181527115?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/7039852562181527115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=7039852562181527115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/7039852562181527115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/7039852562181527115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-this-is-where-im-at.html' title='And... this is where I&apos;m at...'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-8221614314001672005</id><published>2009-06-19T20:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T20:51:12.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soo... this is what I've been up to....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f546b7a4e6a41794d413d3d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox postcard: Cruise Vacay 2009" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f546b7a4e6a41794d413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=commissionjunction&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own postcard - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/postcards" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox postcard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-8221614314001672005?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/8221614314001672005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=8221614314001672005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/8221614314001672005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/8221614314001672005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2009/06/soo-this-is-what-ive-been-up-to.html' title='Soo... this is what I&apos;ve been up to....'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-7888737363565525477</id><published>2009-05-25T09:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T09:49:47.595-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chaos'/><title type='text'>The end is near......</title><content type='html'>...don't freak out.. It's just the end of the year.  Can I tell you how exciting that is?!?!!?!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm enjoying my Memorial Day by catching up on some chores and relaxing.  I've managed to finish two books and most of the laundry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week is final's week.  Monster has 5th grade graduation, Mimi is retiring,  and I'm moving classrooms.  That's it.  That's the last of the "Have to" things we have left.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then Summer....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The relaxing days of renewing friendships, hanging out, and getting organized for a new school year.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We (Hubby &amp;amp; I) have a much needed Grown -Up Only cruise planned in three weeks.  The Kiddos have 2 camps each... One being church camp (while we are on the cruise) and then Monster has baseball (with nephew Flash) and Buggy has American Girl Camp.  I'm throwing a week of Livie Lou in here too.  Then it's pretty much unorganized, do what I want to bliss.  AAAAhhh.. the life of summer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have one week of training sometime in June...but nothing to worry about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm off to tackle the kid's closets.... Say a prayer for me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-7888737363565525477?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/7888737363565525477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=7888737363565525477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/7888737363565525477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/7888737363565525477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-is-near.html' title='The end is near......'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-1039828974413691147</id><published>2009-05-13T18:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:40:07.824-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funnies'/><title type='text'>Oh... What a Beautiful Morning!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;insert&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been leading the life of a single parent this week...and to say that the kiddos have challenged me would be an understatement.  This morning was probably one of the monumental mornings of the week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After spending a quiet morning listening to my iPod alarm of Praise &amp;amp; Worship songs while getting ready..I realize with quite a start that my Oldest didn't finish his homework due to a late baseball practice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I wake him up at 6:00...By 6:40 he finally rolls out of bed starts the shower and proceeds to work on the first of many problems left for his assignment.  At 6:50, I wake up my youngest, who sleeps like the a teenager at the young age of 7.  **sigh** By 7:00 she's finally crawling out of the bed...and this is when it becomes interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decide to change my outfit for the second time, and go to pull the clean pair of jean capris off of the back of the couch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;insert&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a spider the size of an intertube on the leg of my very clean capris... Okay.. it was the size of a silver dollar but, still he was larger than life at the early hour of 7:00 AM.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME -(screaming) "GET it!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monster -(screaming back) "Get What?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME - "The spider!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monster - "Ummm... not so much" (Grabs Shoe and proceeds to try and aim to throw at the ENTIRE stack of clean clothes --the shoe-a-nator)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;insert&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME - (angry) "Buggy!!!! Get out of bed!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buggy - It's cold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME - (angry) If you put clothes on it wouldn't be cold! (fear) Get the Spider! I want to wear those!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monster - I can't I'm afraid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME - Me TOO!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;dog&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buggy - I'm COOOOLD!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME - (angry) Get dressed, Get your hair brushed, eat, We're leaving in 5 minutes!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monster - Moooom... Get the Spider!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME - YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;dog&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monster - I caaaaan't  I have arachniphobia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME - So doo I!!!!  You're younger and can recover quicker!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***Sigh*** So much for the man of the house....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I grab the CLEAN  pants, throw them on the floor.  Then grab the shoe-a-nator and throw it at the pants....successfully smooshing the 1/2 dollar sized spider on the fourth slam.  The now dirty capris are un -wearable!  I take them back to the dungeon of laundrydom (aka garage) to be washed again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**did you catch the Phineas and Ferb references???**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-1039828974413691147?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/1039828974413691147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=1039828974413691147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/1039828974413691147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/1039828974413691147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-what-beautiful-morning.html' title='Oh... What a Beautiful Morning!!'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-742600055331992585</id><published>2009-05-10T07:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T07:15:53.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!!</title><content type='html'>The most challenging part of being woman... and the most rewarding and blessed...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy your day Moms!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-742600055331992585?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/742600055331992585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=742600055331992585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/742600055331992585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/742600055331992585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!!'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-5985594389430670317</id><published>2009-04-30T06:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T06:48:53.445-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>(deep exhale)&lt;div&gt;As you saw yesterday, life has been a little busy and the schedule that was posted is the "winding down".  I've been doing some serious soul searching as well... You know in those free moments right before I fall asleep from exhaustion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking around and asking the question of "WHY" lately.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do I set the alarm for  4:30 and crawl out of bed at 5:00ish? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do I wait until Saturday to finish 18 loads of laundry when I can have an ongoing of some during the week?Why do I start a non-fiction book only to quickly turn to fiction or go to sleep?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those simple defining me moments of curiosity that could in retrospect make my life a little easier. (minus the fiction book)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh... here's another one... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do I post randomly about why questions when I have a million plus ideas in my brain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....see!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-5985594389430670317?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/5985594389430670317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=5985594389430670317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/5985594389430670317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/5985594389430670317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2009/04/simplicity.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-9098107354590211741</id><published>2009-04-29T06:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T06:39:13.477-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chaos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Slowly but surely...</title><content type='html'>I'm getting there. The coffee is definitely helping and the fact that I'm a walking Zombie keeps others from interfering.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have 3 weeks of baseball, 4 weeks of school, 2 weekend trips, --throw in a week where Hubby will be riding in the Policy Unity Tour (I'm single parenting) and then I will be in the month of June!!!  Which means summer, and friends, and camps, and sun, and beach, and cleaning, and avoiding laundry at it's finest!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh..and then I think I'll take a day or two to listen to silence.  This will include locking myself in a closet of shoes because there are no more clothes due to the fact that I've got them all piled in front of the washing machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've just returned from taking 200+ 8th graders to New York and Washington, D.C. for one week on a bus...and I found out that I'm employed next year!!  Which is a SUPER Bonus considering I'm still annual contract and 12 teachers at my school were let go...I don't know the final number for our county.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about all the time I have this AM... I really am trying to keep up...promise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss y'all!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-9098107354590211741?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/9098107354590211741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=9098107354590211741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/9098107354590211741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/9098107354590211741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2009/04/slowly-but-surely.html' title='Slowly but surely...'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-8837974858768099771</id><published>2009-04-10T06:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T06:30:02.460-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer Request'/><title type='text'>I could never imagine....</title><content type='html'>I've been caught up in my own personal complaining spirit over the last 3 days.  Mainly because I don't know or understand what I'm doing and it's putting me in a place that makes me feel incompetent....and then ....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is given a whole knew perspective.&lt;br /&gt;Go &lt;a href="http://www.tallahassee.com/article/20090410/NEWS01/904100335&amp;amp;referrer=FRONTPAGECAROUSEL"&gt;Here.&lt;/a&gt;   You'll only have to read the headline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left just the link.. well.. because, it hurts too much to type a description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine what this family is going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep the family, the students, teachers, and staff in your prayers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-8837974858768099771?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/8837974858768099771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=8837974858768099771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/8837974858768099771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/8837974858768099771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-could-never-imagine.html' title='I could never imagine....'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-3916897524590501065</id><published>2009-04-05T18:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T18:56:47.334-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funnies'/><title type='text'>Breaking News....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In 2009 the government will start deporting all the mentally ill people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/Sdk2kO4gPhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/XGGvbFWC3tY/s1600-h/ATT00022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/Sdk2kO4gPhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/XGGvbFWC3tY/s320/ATT00022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321344430813232658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I started crying when I thought of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Run my little crazy friend, run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well&lt;/span&gt;, what can I say?? ........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone sent it to me, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; going alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-3916897524590501065?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/3916897524590501065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=3916897524590501065' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/3916897524590501065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/3916897524590501065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2009/04/breaking-news.html' title='Breaking News....'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/Sdk2kO4gPhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/XGGvbFWC3tY/s72-c/ATT00022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-6235502301862058019</id><published>2009-04-04T21:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T21:43:33.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang'n out at Nana's....</title><content type='html'>Hi All!!!&lt;br /&gt;I've been vacationing at Nana's for Spring Break... We got ONE whole day of SUN--which meant annual beach pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some professional ones and alot of random snapshots that my sister and I took.  I know there are lots and lots of the girls... but, I couldn't get the boys to help me out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f4455794f5451774d513d3d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: Beach Pictures" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f4455794f5451774d513d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=commissionjunction&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-6235502301862058019?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/6235502301862058019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=6235502301862058019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/6235502301862058019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/6235502301862058019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2009/04/hangn-out-at-nanas.html' title='Hang&apos;n out at Nana&apos;s....'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-7488275197190370586</id><published>2009-03-30T22:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:12:59.167-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funnies by Monster!</title><content type='html'>Monster---Is she an athlete?&lt;div&gt;US--She's an olympic gold medalist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-7488275197190370586?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/7488275197190370586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=7488275197190370586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/7488275197190370586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/7488275197190370586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2009/03/funnies-by-monster.html' title='Funnies by Monster!'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-408724280997909223</id><published>2009-03-28T21:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:28:58.611-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I often think that if I ramble on to nothing I might... might... come up with something intelligent, witty, and/or just plain funny.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The problem is.. at this very moment.. I'm so stink'n brain dead... I can't find words to even ramble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're talking the point in which a double shot of espresso wouldn't even touch the low levels of energy that are oozing out of me at the rate of turtle speed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.  Yes.  I'm alive.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise, soon.. when the words are there... I'll post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTFN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-408724280997909223?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/408724280997909223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=408724280997909223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/408724280997909223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/408724280997909223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-often-think-that-if-i-ramble-on-to.html' title=''/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-8534362193934139529</id><published>2009-02-20T06:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T06:25:22.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>**Sigh**</title><content type='html'>I've been running on full speed lately.. and the fun things end up being at the bottom of the list.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so sorry I've been neglecting my bloggy buddies!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's baseball season, end of a 9 weeks, and shortly coming up on the dreaded "CAT" that we have every year called State Testing.  I have at least 1 more month of spot checking in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love Ya, Miss Ya, Never Change!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Rho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-8534362193934139529?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/8534362193934139529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=8534362193934139529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/8534362193934139529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/8534362193934139529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2009/02/sigh.html' title='**Sigh**'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-2419612309276396663</id><published>2009-02-11T06:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T06:36:14.975-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funnies'/><title type='text'>Embarrassed..</title><content type='html'>WARNING MALE READERS.... FUNNY BUT OH, SO GIRLY...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You all know I teach middle school.... Right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.... I had a great opportunity to add yet another embarrassing experience on my list of life.  Due to the fact that I've lost some weight, my underclothes are needing some replacements.  So, I noticed in a flyer that there was a "sale" on cute panties at Tar-get.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So off I go with children in tow due to a conflict in schedules.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a bunch of errands to run... and this one was a breeze through the clearance and then the lingerie department to check out the sale items and then off to the Pizza man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I'm walking up with a minimal amount of cute, stylish, and not so modest underclothes that are made for no panty lines and only hubby to see... I spot a student from last year.  *GASP #1*  She is currently in another co-workers class but, definitely someone I see on a daily basis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... I nonchalantly arrange the soon to be purchased items so that the price tags are instantly available and place my purse in front of the items as a shyly wave at my student, look for my children, and walk up to the counter. AND... the student walks behind me *GASP #2*  So, I place my items on the rolly belt thingy with my purse next to them to cover the items so she doesn't have to see what I'm purchasing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking, since I chose a woman cashier, she would be somewhat considerate of the fact that I'm buying underclothes and only underclothes AND she would see the subtle hint of me hiding the items under my purse and how the tags were neatly stacked so all she would do is scan the tags... was a BAD idea.  *GASP #3*  Apparently, I chose the only woman who all but called for a verbal price check on the "clearance" items on aisle 4.  I dare say she was making sure I grabbed the right size the way she held these up individually before scanning them. *GASP #4*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooo.. after paying...a quietly mumbling "See Ya Tomorrow!"... it wouldn't surprise me if I have a yearbook spread and some MySpace gossip towards the budget cuts being so low that I had to buy my underclothes on clearance at Tar-get.  The only thing I had going for me was the fact that one might call these a "little" bit more fashionable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Good thing I opted to put the other more expensive stuff down from the Mart**&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;giggle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-2419612309276396663?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/2419612309276396663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=2419612309276396663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/2419612309276396663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/2419612309276396663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2009/02/embarrassed.html' title='Embarrassed..'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-6500372107020543562</id><published>2009-02-01T20:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:28:24.712-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bugisms'/><title type='text'>My Precious Daughter</title><content type='html'>At least that's the e-mail title that her teacher sent to explain why she received a red for the day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, she wasn't "listening and following directions". Again.  So she was moved to yellow.  Because of that she had to "walk" during free time instead of playing.  Well.. she was supposed to walk.  Apparently.. the teacher found her playing on the playground.  When asked about it she explained that she never did "walk" and therefore she had to sit in time out.  No worries... Instant punishment at the house for being disobedient.  Right?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.. when I picked her up from school.. She was honest and told me what color she had for the day.  When I asked why she got a red.....Her version was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slightly&lt;/span&gt; different.  She did have a yellow but, when they made it to the playground... She and her friends found an ant that lost it's colony and they had to built it another home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In her mind.. she was helping something.. therefor she wasn't in the wrong. What do you do with that thought process??!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She did get a firm talking to about being disrespectful and not obeying her teacher.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-6500372107020543562?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/6500372107020543562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=6500372107020543562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/6500372107020543562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/6500372107020543562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-precious-daughter.html' title='My Precious Daughter'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-5294971068401126129</id><published>2009-01-30T06:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T06:35:21.878-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chaos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Loss'/><title type='text'>Oh! My Goodness!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;They fit!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can fit into the Phase 1 "skinny" jeans!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not by any means close to my goal weight...I've lost 5 pounds in the last month... However, I've been busting my tail in contortions that Bob from the Biggest Loser weight loss videos have put me through and I'm starting to have all of the fat cells move around to create the illusion that I've lost like 8.5 pounds.  (On a 5'3" body.. that's almost a full size of clothing!)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the "skinny" jeans are relaxed fit... and are actually relaxed!  Not wanna-be's.  WHOO HOO!!  They're also a coveted size single digit but, I'm not going all that crazy 'cause I'm TOTALLY not there yet.  It just so happens that the tag and the actual size of the jeans don't match up but, who am I to tell people that?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Shh.. my secret is save right?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to celebrate with a Full Strength coffee!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't worry.. I gots lots of "cheat points" even after my freak out Wednesday over a piece of chocolate cake and brownie.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-5294971068401126129?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/5294971068401126129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=5294971068401126129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/5294971068401126129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/5294971068401126129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-my-goodness.html' title='Oh! My Goodness!!'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-8073334356697296704</id><published>2009-01-29T06:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T06:36:32.745-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Watch out Dr. Suess!!</title><content type='html'>I LOVE my friends!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when they're good&lt;div&gt;and when they're "bad"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when they're happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when they're sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love them on ALL of the day's that end in "Y".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love them even when they make me cry.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love them during the night and all through the day!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love them when they ask me to pray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through thick and thin it's always a ball, I love you friends! One and ALL!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wanted you to know that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-8073334356697296704?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/8073334356697296704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=8073334356697296704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/8073334356697296704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/8073334356697296704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2009/01/watch-out-dr-suess.html' title='Watch out Dr. Suess!!'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-2979678842211941393</id><published>2009-01-28T21:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:27:45.019-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funnies'/><title type='text'>Funnies!</title><content type='html'>..This one is from Monster...&lt;div&gt;My 10 year old genius.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monster:  "Dad... Is paper made out of trees?!?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby:  "Yes"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monster:  "So.... homework really does cause trees."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My own personal environmentalist!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-2979678842211941393?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/2979678842211941393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=2979678842211941393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/2979678842211941393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/2979678842211941393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2009/01/funnies_28.html' title='Funnies!'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-3829045992052389425</id><published>2009-01-27T06:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T06:21:15.032-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Be Still'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee'/><title type='text'>Too much time.. and too little things... Wait a minute!</title><content type='html'>...reverse that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The oddness behind the fact that I've been somewhat wrapped up in stuff is that I haven't had the urge to blog.  It's not that I don't love you!  I'm checking on my bloggy buddies often!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just that I've.. well...been talking to someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't be offended.  He's a super nice guy!  He loves me for who I am and gives GREAT guidance!  Not to mention in my "still" time... we've become super close!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before y'all freak out and call Hubby... he already knows and is okay with it....and for those who are REALLY freaking out.....don't panic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I've pulled back to have had some quality time with God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe how much I've missed him!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are seasons when we forget what's we should be doing because of what's happening around us and I was in that season.  But, I'm getting refocused and God is working on somethings... so I'll be here and there and checking on ya..but, not so much on the blogging myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....at least for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-3829045992052389425?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/3829045992052389425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=3829045992052389425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/3829045992052389425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/3829045992052389425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2009/01/too-much-time-and-too-little-things.html' title='Too much time.. and too little things... Wait a minute!'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-2046293171367831970</id><published>2009-01-17T18:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T18:37:16.968-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer Request'/><title type='text'>Madder than a hornet!</title><content type='html'>I can't say why for fear it'll end up hurting something important.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-2046293171367831970?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/2046293171367831970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=2046293171367831970' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/2046293171367831970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/2046293171367831970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2009/01/madder-than-hornet.html' title='Madder than a hornet!'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-355997510765888998</id><published>2009-01-16T06:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T06:31:09.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where on EARTH are my clothes?!!?</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to get ready for this morning and 1/2 my closet is missing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the first time EVER it's not in the dirty clothes!!!  Buggy is too small and too young to be borrowing my clothes and Monster wouldn't think of wearing the pinks.  So what's the DEAL!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-355997510765888998?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/355997510765888998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=355997510765888998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/355997510765888998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/355997510765888998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-on-earth-are-my-clothes.html' title='Where on EARTH are my clothes?!!?'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-9029430352879353641</id><published>2009-01-14T06:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T06:51:40.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/SW3QPiY2sRI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EbkDmut-wNE/s1600-h/IMG_8299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/SWstlqJcJyI/AAAAAAAAAI8/kXeJHTiIO6E/s320/IMG_8432.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290372312269072162" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-5295673682019527197?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/5295673682019527197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=5295673682019527197' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/5295673682019527197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/5295673682019527197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-do-you.html' title='How do you???'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/SWstlqJcJyI/AAAAAAAAAI8/kXeJHTiIO6E/s72-c/IMG_8432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-1712278240772639837</id><published>2009-01-09T06:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T06:40:19.696-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee'/><title type='text'>Hot Chocolate....</title><content type='html'>Don't panic Coffee lovers and friends.  I have not lost my mind.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mother shared this with me through an e-mail.  Of course I think I've seen it before.. but, seriously I never put much thought into it until yesterday.  When it comes to it - I could kick myself in the buttocks if it wasn't so sore from my continuing battle with the &lt;a href="http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-not-speaking-to-my-dvd-player.html"&gt;DVD player&lt;/a&gt;, that I missed out on a concept this easy. I don't know about you.. but, I've been dealing alot with material issues.  God and I are working it out, but my problem is/was, as mom's we're so caught up in making sure everyone else is satisfied that no one takes care of us.  So, reading this...gave me a new perspective.  (Day 2 of the Esther series kicked me good too!)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all of that to say.... Read below.  I'm thinking that occasionally, Hot Chocolate is good for you.  I think you'll agree with me after you read!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT CHOCOLATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of graduates, well established in their careers, were talking at a reunion and decided to go visit their old university professor, now retired. During their visit, the conversation turned to complaints about stress in their work and lives. Offering his guests hot chocolate, the professor went into the kitchen and returned with a large pot of hot chocolate and an assortment of cups -porcelain, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite - telling them to help themselves to the hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they all had a cup of hot chocolate in hand, the professor said:&lt;br /&gt;'Notice that all the nice looking; expensive cups were taken, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress. The cup that you're drinking from adds nothing to the quality of the hot chocolate. In most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink. What all of you really wanted was hot chocolate, not the cup; but you consciously went for the best cups... And then you began eyeing each others cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now consider this: Life is the hot chocolate; your job, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain life. The cup you have does not define, nor change the quality of life you have. Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the hot chocolate God has provided us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God makes the hot chocolate, man chooses the cups. The happiest people don't have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything that they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. And enjoy your hot chocolate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-1712278240772639837?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/1712278240772639837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=1712278240772639837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/1712278240772639837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/1712278240772639837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2009/01/hot-chocolate.html' title='Hot Chocolate....'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-4723758804057211670</id><published>2009-01-08T06:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T06:45:23.648-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chaos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Loss'/><title type='text'>I'm not speaking to my DVD player.</title><content type='html'>Just so you know....My long term friendship that played Disney movies and the occasional ooey-gooey movie night is being tried.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently upon my decision to get fit and pick work-out videos the DVD player decided it was in my best interest to play the stupid things and thus, I'm stuck with sore muscles and the inability to move.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, Rho - you say- don't you have to press play?!?!  Aren't you somewhat responsible for the picking the torture device of the day?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stand here not so kicking (because it hurts too much) but definitely screaming saying --&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;NO!&lt;/span&gt; -  I only place the DVD in the player.  It's the player's fault that it starts automatically and therefore I proceed to stay trance-like in different contortions and aerobic moves until the credits are off and I'm collapsed on the floor red faced and sweaty. (Can you say Eww?!?!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby says... it'll get better and I do this every year.  My Small Group says it'll get better when I make the decision to keep it up or quit.  I must say the quit option is sounding REALLY good right now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; *sigh*  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I'm not a  quitter.... at least not today.  I have dreams of size single digit this year and so I press through - albeit much slower than I normally do.   Please pray for my DVD player.  It needs all the help it can get.  Oh - and pray that I can find forgiveness so that the long-term friendship will be renewed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smile!!  It's almost Friday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-4723758804057211670?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/4723758804057211670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=4723758804057211670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/4723758804057211670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/4723758804057211670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-not-speaking-to-my-dvd-player.html' title='I&apos;m not speaking to my DVD player.'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-2852348608953854799</id><published>2009-01-07T06:36:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T06:54:37.087-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>Look what I got!!!</title><content type='html'>I just needed a minute to tell everyone how Wondermous my friends and family are!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, while getting dressed to do the feared workout (post to be posted later) I heard the doorbell ring.  While that would make most people excited I cringed inside due to my son's new stalker friend that doesn't understand that we aren't his second home.  (post to be posted later)  All of that to say I was PLEASANTLY surprised when it was the UPS man for me!! ME!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My &lt;a href="http://livinginthelandofpink.blogspot.com/"&gt;tea timing buddy&lt;/a&gt; surprised me with this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/SWSU4j6ITOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/pxtKzw8bT_I/s200/DSCN0058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288515561872444642" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's an electric kettle!  Which is the coolest thing I've ever made tea with in no seconds flat!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The coolest part is that I can press on.. have tea and finish the book series that my &lt;a href="http://alichall.blogspot.com/"&gt;reading buddy&lt;/a&gt; has introduced me to!! (The cover is in the car!!!)  For the record... I read the first 3 pages of the second book during our "silent reading" time at school and had to force myself to go back to teaching!!! ERERRG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All of that to say... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/SWSWvavZXSI/AAAAAAAAAIs/yRouealASNs/s200/DSCN0059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288517603815939362" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THANK YOU!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-2852348608953854799?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/2852348608953854799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=2852348608953854799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/2852348608953854799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/2852348608953854799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2009/01/look-what-i-got.html' title='Look what I got!!!'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/SWSU4j6ITOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/pxtKzw8bT_I/s72-c/DSCN0058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-5457029223074310401</id><published>2009-01-06T06:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T06:32:05.078-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bugisms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funnies'/><title type='text'>Bugisms and Funnies...</title><content type='html'>We had a great dinner last night with some friends celebrating a birthday.  Here are some of the conversations.  Humor brought to you courtesy of the House of Rho.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buggy:  I don't like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  You ordered it.  You eat it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buggy:  I don't like this.  It's not good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandaddy:  (Whisper, Whisper, Whisper) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buggy quickly picks up the eating utensil and shoves food she doesn't like and isn't good into her mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rho gives Grandaddy a puzzled look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandaddy:  I just told Buggy that I'd take her on another boat ride if she finished her dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  Buggy?  Is it good now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buggy: .. for a boat ride it is!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Background - This girl is citified.  I've never thought about hunting nor do I claim to have any knowledge of the sport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PK:  You really need 4-5 trucks for dog hunting.  It's cruel but, fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  What do you do?  Run over them???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(That's sooo not the case after the table had a good giggle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After sharing a very good friend's 37th birthday.... I couldn't figure out why my math wasn't working out.  I KNOW that she and I are close in age but, for whatever reason what I THOUGHT my age was and versus what I KNEW her age is were not in the mathematical scheme of being remotely close.  So my friends... I'm sad to say, last night as I was driving and doing the math of subtracting my birth year from 2009..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gained 1.5 YEARS in age!!!  -----MY birthday isn't until SEPTEMBER!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I seriously considered calling the Hair Goddess for an emergency appointment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Random Thought**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I and some friends are working simultaneously and individually (Think it out) on the Beth Moore study of Esther.  Bloggy Buddies... I can not tell you how good this is!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you have the time.... Search it out and DO IT!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-5457029223074310401?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/5457029223074310401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=5457029223074310401' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/5457029223074310401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/5457029223074310401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2009/01/bugisms-and-funnies.html' title='Bugisms and Funnies...'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-2199717792120945417</id><published>2009-01-05T06:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T06:55:11.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blech.</title><content type='html'>That's how I feel.&lt;div&gt;It could quite possibly be that I'm still "achey" and can't figure out why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or it could be the fact that I had to wake up to an alarm clock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or it could be the fact that I'm going back to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or it could be the fact that My house looks like a whirlwind hit it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or it could be the fact that I've only had 1/2 a cup of coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.. take your pick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, know this.....I don't feel so hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-2199717792120945417?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/2199717792120945417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=2199717792120945417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/2199717792120945417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/2199717792120945417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2009/01/blech.html' title='Blech.'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-6030307078002089045</id><published>2009-01-04T21:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:30:24.640-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funnies'/><title type='text'>Funnies...</title><content type='html'>Hubby :  How many tea bags do you use??&lt;div&gt;Me:  Four&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby:  What do YOU think I'm gonna do with....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: FOUR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby: Tea bags???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  Use four tea bags..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby:  OH.. You mean the number four!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-6030307078002089045?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/6030307078002089045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=6030307078002089045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/6030307078002089045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/6030307078002089045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2009/01/funnies.html' title='Funnies...'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-2581077152953920721</id><published>2009-01-03T19:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T19:27:01.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the Day.</title><content type='html'>Is it wrong to finish the Double Stuffed Oreos so that they won't be in the  pantry?&lt;div&gt;There were only two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-2581077152953920721?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-7872223230996686248</id><published>2009-01-02T10:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T10:10:30.236-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chaos'/><title type='text'>I've been run over...</title><content type='html'>... at least that's what I feel like.&lt;div&gt;Go, Figure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's my LAST real day of "vacay" where I can  do things I enjoy doing (like tackle the ever growing invisible list) and &lt;u&gt;I'm forced&lt;/u&gt; to lay down and rest.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have NO fever, just sniffles and ACHES!  I'm praying it's just the weather and I'm going to medicate with caffeine (aka coffee).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for everything else.. the laundry is going to have to wait  -There went that resolution....(Pshaw!- as if I'd resolve to do anything with laundry!) and getting the kids back on schedule will be an alarm clock shock on Monday when I get it as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've actually had a calm couple of days here but, I'm having visions of craziness starting up soon.  Baseball season is just around the corner. *sigh* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm off to crawl on the couch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTFN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-7872223230996686248?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/7872223230996686248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=7872223230996686248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/7872223230996686248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/7872223230996686248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-been-run-over.html' title='I&apos;ve been run over...'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-5795917827349972074</id><published>2009-01-01T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:17:17.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Buggy Update</title><content type='html'>All is well with Buggy!!!&lt;div&gt;She still has a small bump on her head but, otherwise, she's as random as normal!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I get a Praise the Lord?!!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-5795917827349972074?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/5795917827349972074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-1229583386338693739</id><published>2009-01-01T01:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T01:47:13.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>We ended the year out with a pretty big BUMP and are entering 2009 with a 4:15 AM wake-up call.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buggy and Monster were playing in the golf cart at Mimi's when Monster hit the gas too hard while Buggy was still getting situated and she fell out and hit the concrete with her head.  She's got a massive knot and we're keeping a close eye on her per doctor's orders to make sure she's fine.  Needless to say... we'll be up at odd hours this morning.  She's responding well and played hard for most of the evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still winding down from my one cup of coffee that I had around 10:00.  Remind me that when Bumpa makes coffee to only have a 1/2 a cup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thinking of each and everyone of my Bloggy buddies right now.  I'm remembering where we came from and how far we've gotten... in personal growth and friendships.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to see what great plans (and posts) there are for 2009!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-1229583386338693739?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=4681880531794815705' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/4681880531794815705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/4681880531794815705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/12/question-of-day.html' title='Question of the Day.'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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I add four - five more things.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The list is invisible because I'm afraid to write the things down.  That and by the time I reach number 3, I've overwhelmed myself so much, I've forgotten what I was writing next and why I was writing them.  The problem is... I have a very good ability of not letting the list get to me... UNLESS, I'm at  home staring the stupid thing in the face.  So, if I'm out and about and causing chaos in other's worlds... then my invisible list is put off another day and I don't have to worry about it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now... the invisible list is only important to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;moi&lt;/span&gt;.  Hubby thinks I've gone off the deep end because I keep referring to "the List" and he can't find it.  Friends are saying "RELAX" (A common comment for Rho's truly)and while they understand and help with the prioritizing, I'm adding another thing on my list as a creative way to thank them for putting up with another crazy moment - not because I have to but because of the way of Rho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just CAN'T be in my house without thinking of the closets to be organized, the garage to be de-cluttered, and the random arts/crafts projects that I have started or want to start.  Combine that with the every growing laundry, the domestic every day duties, and making sure my kiddos don't force cruel and unusual punishment on each other - Then the wish list of starting a new book and spending all day catching up on the blog titles that I've got floating in my brain. You can see the list growing.....and I haven't even started the self-help section. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part of me wants to look at the Proverbs 31 woman , shake my finger at her and shout "YOU!!!!!"  But, then my brain takes over and realizes she wasn't real to begin with so why am I trying so hard?  I need the qualities... not the quantities.  Ya know?!?!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-7538423995176613156?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/7538423995176613156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=7538423995176613156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/7538423995176613156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/7538423995176613156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/12/invisible-list.html' title='The Invisible List'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-3499567713916281993</id><published>2008-12-26T08:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T08:41:35.009-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chaos'/><title type='text'>Life is back to normal...</title><content type='html'>I hope that everyone had a beautiful and wonderful Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;We have spent the last two nights at my in-law's house.  I have enjoyed hanging out here but, will LOVE sleeping in my own bed tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful moment before the kids went to bed on Christmas Eve as hubby read the REAL Christmas Story to all of us while piled on Mimi's king sized bed.  There as a family we talked about Christmas's meaning and why in the next morning, it doesn't matter what kind of presents are underneath the tree.  The kiddo had the hearts in the right place and Buggy was reciting the musical again.  Such a sweet moment.&lt;br /&gt;As we tucked everyone in Bumpa (Father-in-Law) was with the kiddos as they were discussing how early was early.  Bumpa said around 7:30 is good.  I silently snickered as that was hysterical and an outrageous request!!  Pshaw... asking kiddos to wait until "morning" over the crack of dawn.  Could you imagine?!!?&lt;br /&gt;...enter Christmas morning...&lt;br /&gt;Silence was all around as I walked out at 6:45 to feed the dog and start coffee.  Interesting I thought... as I opened the kiddos door only to find them still sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;I had to grind the coffee beans.. Figuring that would definately start something.... and I hear nothing!  Finally after the 2nd round with the grinder... I hear a stressed whisper....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monster "Buggy!!!  Get up it's TIME!!!!  C'mon!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This coming from the boy that's stuck between believing and not believing in the man in the red suit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As two very sleepy children come out and look under the tree...Buggy turns to me and says....."I'm still tired.  I'm going back to bed"&lt;br /&gt;Me "But, your presents?!"&lt;br /&gt;Buggy "Just a little bit longer..."&lt;br /&gt;..and she proceeds to tuck herself back into bed and drifts into sugar plums, again.&lt;br /&gt;Monster looks at me with amazement.&lt;br /&gt;Me  "Go wake up Daddy and everyone else"&lt;br /&gt;...and I go back to making sure that the coffee is finished and working on getting the breakfast "snack" ready.&lt;br /&gt;Hubby walks in and asks... "Where's Buggy?"&lt;br /&gt;Me "She went back to sleep... she's still tired"&lt;br /&gt;Hubby (smiling) "I'll get her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once everyone was up we proceeded to have the mass chaos of presents and paper. &lt;br /&gt;I hope you all enjoyed your day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had hoped to get up and cover the after Christmas sales today... *sigh*  No one jumped at the opportunity to accompany me.  So, I'm here.. waiting patiently for my crew to wake up.  We'll load up the cars and return home today.  Thankfully... it's only a 15 minute drive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your weekend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-3499567713916281993?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/3499567713916281993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=3499567713916281993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/3499567713916281993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/3499567713916281993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-is-back-to-normal.html' title='Life is back to normal...'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-8288858001693687295</id><published>2008-12-25T00:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:00:03.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>Enjoy your family and friends as you celebrate the birth of Christ!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now get of the computer and spend some time with them instead!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Y'all!&lt;br /&gt;~Rho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-887296505774031142?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/887296505774031142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=887296505774031142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/887296505774031142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/887296505774031142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/12/something-to-think-about.html' title='Something to think about!'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-5661540572908285539</id><published>2008-12-23T08:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T08:25:10.106-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bugisms'/><title type='text'>Bugisms</title><content type='html'>Buggy:  Why did the Turkey cross the road?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Buggy:  To prove he was a chicken!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-5661540572908285539?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-4200987627361832761</id><published>2008-12-23T08:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T08:24:19.597-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiddos'/><title type='text'>Something New.</title><content type='html'>I tried something new this year.&lt;br /&gt;I gave the kiddos $15 dollars, a list of people and set them loose in the dollar tree. Who'd a thunk it would give them joy to spend their own money to buy people Christmas gifts?!!?  It all started because Monster made the comment of..."Uhh.. Mom?!  When you buy someone a present will you let us know what it is - So we're not surprised when they open it?"  THEN while in the Dollar Tree while trying to pinpoint something exact, I found a friend of mine monitoring her children shopping for gifts.  I put two and two together and Voila!  We have the Christmas shopping extravaganza.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was absolutely adorable to "watch" them go up and down the aisles.  Their gifts were thoughtful and I think possibly, will be the most treasured.  I pushed my cart around and they kept checking in on me.  It was GREAT!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to enjoy watching the gift shopping experience.  It wasn't a fight or a bother to hunt down what was on the "list".  There was no stress, no crazy-ness, and best of all NO sibling fighting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next step was the gift wrapping experience.  Now that.  I could've left alone.  Especially because of the polar opposites I have in children.  Monster all but had the ruler out for exact measurements and Buggy... Well, I'm one roll of tape short now.  But, THEY did it.  They were involved in the gift giving and getting process.  Which taught me (and them) some lessons of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you handle the children's gift giving?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-4200987627361832761?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/4200987627361832761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=4200987627361832761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/4200987627361832761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/4200987627361832761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/12/something-new.html' title='Something New.'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-258353578905479642</id><published>2008-12-18T06:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T06:49:23.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness.</title><content type='html'>I'm following the white bunny from Alice in Wonderland. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaos is over running in the house of Rho.  The end is near. 2 more days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-258353578905479642?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/258353578905479642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=258353578905479642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/258353578905479642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/258353578905479642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/12/randomness.html' title='Randomness.'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-1591509680556560282</id><published>2008-12-12T06:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:33:39.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emergency Prayer Update - PRAISE!!</title><content type='html'>I met up with my friend from college yesterday.  She was leaving the hospital as I was going in to visit my MIL.  &lt;br /&gt;Her husband is out of ICU.  He's made great progress but, there is still alot of concern.  Please, please, keep him on your prayer list! Thank you for your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jojo... The most gorgeous couple in the world.... you know the professional dancers!??!?  Yeah... they'll be starting new classes in June of '09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle...  Thank you for all you do!  Your support, encouragement, and advice helps me more than you know.  Thank you so much for letting me borrow your time on Wednesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-1591509680556560282?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/1591509680556560282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=1591509680556560282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/1591509680556560282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/1591509680556560282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/12/emergency-prayer-update-praise.html' title='Emergency Prayer Update - PRAISE!!'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-7627282746586940814</id><published>2008-12-11T06:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:30:20.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonus Cookie Recipe</title><content type='html'>I'm the oldest daughter of many that my parents have - 2 of which are biological.   I'm also the "chef" and premier recipe holder for those who were stuck in Shoppingdom for ANY amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of that to say.... Here's a bonus recipe that Jojo needs... so, I figured I share with all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 pkg of cream cheese (Philadelphia is the bestest!)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of powdered sugar&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. vanilla&lt;br /&gt;2 cups flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp baking soda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 325.  Beat cream cheese, sugar, butter and vanilla with an electric mixer on medium speed until well blended.  Add flour and baking soda; mix well.  Refrigerate 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are AWESOME cookie cutter cookies and super soft.  The key is to make sure that the dough doesn't get too warm and use flour while you are rolling them out.  I normally separate into two and switch between them as I make the batches.  If batter is too warm.. stick it back in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;The only place that I have deviated from the recipe is that I'm a little heavy handed on the vanilla.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://livinginthelandofpink.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fuschia's&lt;/a&gt; for more fun recipes and hints!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-7627282746586940814?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/7627282746586940814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=7627282746586940814' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/7627282746586940814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/7627282746586940814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/12/bonus-cookie-recipe.html' title='Bonus Cookie Recipe'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-4702709528169685540</id><published>2008-12-09T17:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:09:21.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuschia's Cookie Swap</title><content type='html'>Okay... Fuschia says...List your favorite cookie recipe.  So Rho says.... Okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This recipe is from the Philippines.  Growing up I spent 2 years overseas with my family that I remember.  While in the Philippines we had a housekeeper and these were her special cookies.  Sadly, we lost touch after we moved back to the States.  But, when I make these cookies I think of her every time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mila's Boiled Raisin Cookies&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2c. raisins&lt;br /&gt;1 c. water&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 c. shortening&lt;br /&gt;3 beaten eggs&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbsp. vanilla&lt;br /&gt;3 c. flour&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. soda&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simmer raisins w/ water about 10 minutes or until the water is almost completely absorbed.  Cool raisins.  Cream together sugar and shortening.  Add eggs, vanilla, flour, soda and salt to the shortening mixture.  Add raisins.  Chill dough.  (Mila used to take a shower)  Roll dough into balls and drop the cookie balls into 1/2 c. sugar and 1/2 tsp cinnamon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake at 350 degrees for 10 to 12 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't made these yet this year so, I don't have the yummy picture.   If you want to... you can leave the raisins out (Hubby prefers it that way... I like it with raisins - Go Figure)  These are almost like a cake-like cookie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go see &lt;a href="http://livinginthelandofpink.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fuschia&lt;/a&gt; for more yummy recipes and helpful hints.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-4702709528169685540?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/4702709528169685540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=4702709528169685540' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/4702709528169685540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/4702709528169685540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/12/fuschias-cookie-swap.html' title='Fuschia&apos;s Cookie Swap'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-4270471616334026946</id><published>2008-12-08T20:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:06:48.813-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer Request'/><title type='text'>Attention All Prayer Warriors!!!</title><content type='html'>I have a CLOSE college friend in need of prayer.  Her husband is in ICU recovering from a heart surgery.  He's been in there for an entire week.  She is 3 weeks out of a hysterectomy and still recovering as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-4270471616334026946?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/4270471616334026946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=4270471616334026946' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/4270471616334026946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/4270471616334026946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/12/attention-all-prayer-warriors.html' title='Attention All Prayer Warriors!!!'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-3471109043842465711</id><published>2008-12-08T06:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T06:35:50.014-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bugisms'/><title type='text'>Bugisms</title><content type='html'>My Daughter as many of you know is referred to as "Bug" or "Buggy".  Because of the fact she is constantly adding humor to our lives, I've decided to give her..her very own label for my posts.  I'll update prior posts of her antics at a later date.. but, for today, I hope you'll enjoy two more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we were riding to have dinner with My father-in-law's brother and sister.  We were honored to have them visit our church as well as we were going to celebrate our Christmas with them.  We were having THE talk about manners and proper responses regarding presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  We're going to lunch with Aunt C and Uncle D.&lt;br /&gt;Buggy:  OH! and WE get to see them Christmas Eve!!&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Not this year, they will be out of town.&lt;br /&gt;Monster: Wh.What?!!?  When will we get our presents??&lt;br /&gt;Buggy: *Sigh* (Rolling eyes at big brother)  Christmas isn't about presents.  It's about Love.  Love is when Jesus is born.  Christmas is Jesus's Birthday and on Easter he will die on the cross for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ummm.. so at this point, I'm having a near tear moment and frantically searching for my not pad to document so that I can blog appropriately.  My heart and smile are so big right now I can barely hang on to my composure!!  She's getting it!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Buggy, How do you know this?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Buggy:  I just do.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Tell me again.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(I have a pen and paper now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and so she does.  word. for. word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monster:  OH!!!  I KNOW where YOU got this from!!!  It's the musical!!!&lt;br /&gt;Buggy:  I know..... (giggle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby:  Not so inspiring now?!?!  &lt;br /&gt;Me:  Oh. yeah.  She totally got me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;...On the way home last night... Out. Of. The. Blue. (go figure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buggy:  Daddy, I don't want you to get Monster and I confused with each other!&lt;br /&gt;Hubby:  Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Buggy:  Well, sometimes I call you Dad.&lt;br /&gt;Hubby:  (look of confusion?)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (giggle)&lt;br /&gt;Buggy:  *Sigh*  Monster calls  you Dad. and I call you Daddy... I don't want you to get confused between Monster and I when I call you Dad.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  (Struggling..giggle...giggle)&lt;br /&gt;Hubby:  Okay princess... but, you do know that you sound different from each other... Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-3471109043842465711?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/3471109043842465711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=3471109043842465711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/3471109043842465711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/3471109043842465711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/12/bugisms.html' title='Bugisms'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-6064570313943090420</id><published>2008-12-05T06:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T06:37:42.089-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee'/><title type='text'>I'm home.</title><content type='html'>I'm safe in sound and back in a very chaotic House of Rho.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... the sounds of Home!  I'll be spending this weekend washing 2 weeks of clothes and stuffing my suitcases back under my bed for 2 weeks and then we start the weekend bustle again.  It's hard to believe I've spent the last 2 weeks living out of a suitcase!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The service for my Popi was wonderful.  We laughed and cried as a family.  I've always known what a wonderful Man of God he was...but, the amount of people he touched was un-countable.  &lt;br /&gt;I walked away with two things that are lodged in my heart....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  There was not a picture to be found of him by himself.  They always had his wife in them.  That is NOT a bad thing!!  My Grandmother as she placed the picture up on the memorial said..."I couldn't find one... but, it doesn't matter.. We were always one."  And truthfully, they were.  They celebrated their 30th anniversary in October of this year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  My Grandfather left a legacy.  Something that has been in my heart since the day I accepted the Lord and finally understood what it meant.  He truly touched every person he came in contact with.  I looked at the three rows of children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren.  Then added the 8  grandchildren and great grandchildren that weren't able to be there.  All of which had at least one characteristic of my Popi.  His personality, his smile, or his love for the Lord... We were all there and willing to pass that legacy on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-6064570313943090420?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/6064570313943090420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=6064570313943090420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/6064570313943090420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/6064570313943090420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-home.html' title='I&apos;m home.'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-7831736295017912370</id><published>2008-12-01T22:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:26:01.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>25 questions about Christmas.</title><content type='html'>Fuschia "requested" that people participate.  I LOVE (insert sarcasm) these!!  But, this one... well this one is my favorite holiday and soooo... I MUST participate.  That and she's a dear, dear friend so, I don't want her not to have someone do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the meme:&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate?&lt;/span&gt; Hot Chocolate, with smarshmellows, PLEASE!  But the occasional 1 glass (unleaded please) of egg nog makes my season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree?&lt;/span&gt; A little bit of both.  I'm the primo wrapper in the household so, it depends on when I run out of tape! :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Colored lights on tree/house or white? Me?!?&lt;/span&gt;  White lights. on the House. on the Tree.  Just. Plain. Period.  I think it has something to do with the fact that I had nuff'n but colored lights growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you hang mistletoe?&lt;/span&gt; No... But, I love the tradition (only with HUBBY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;When do you put your decorations up?&lt;/span&gt; The weekend after Thanksgiving.  I start the Christmas music the day after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What is your favorite holiday dish (excluding dessert)?&lt;/span&gt; Ummm.  Not a clue.  I just like to eat.  Period.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Favorite holiday memory as a child:&lt;/span&gt; Having Dean Martin's Rudolph being played on the reel to reel and waiting at the top of the stairs for my daddy to let us know that Santa came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;When and how did you learn the truth about Santa?&lt;/span&gt; Wha..?!?What truth?!  If you don't believe.. You don't receive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve?&lt;/span&gt; Yup.  Pj's only.  It's so we look glamorous on Christmas morning with our bed heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How do you decorate your Christmas Tree&lt;/span&gt;? It started out a victorian themed tree that morphed into a country Christmas theme that now has a little bit of this and that with ornaments that range from my childhood and ones that my children have made.  It's a tree that beats all trees... in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Snow! Love it or Dread it?&lt;/span&gt; Love to look at it.  I can spend a max of 4 days in it.  Then... Dread it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Can you ice skate?&lt;/span&gt; Nope.  but, I fall REALLY good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you remember your favorite gift?&lt;/span&gt; Childhood - My Cabbage Patch kid that received a present under the tree before we knew who it belonged to.  I was seriously torn up over the fact that Santa left the wrong present at my house.  I found her on the washing machine after while doing my chores.  Grown Up- The first Christmas in my current house.  It was also our first Christmas married.  Hubby gave me this gorgeous winter white suit (size single digit) from Petite Sophisticate - and it fit...perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What is the most important thing about the Holidays for you?&lt;/span&gt; Sharing the true love of the holiday and it's meaning with my family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What is your favorite Holiday Dessert?&lt;/span&gt; Daddy's homemade toffee... Yes. I can make it but, Daddy's is always BETTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; What is your favorite holiday tradition?&lt;/span&gt; Watching my children wish Baby Jesus a Happy Birthday before they open presents.  It was one of those "wonderful mistakes" that both of my children knelt in front of the Christmas tree for presents and then we mentioned why we were celebrating Christmas.  At the exact same time the bowed their heads to wish Jesus a Happy Birthday.  It's been an ongoing picture moment and tradition since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What tops your tree?&lt;/span&gt; A new fiber optic angel.  My old one (12 years old this year) died a death of smushing.  We'll see how this new one works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Which do you prefer giving or receiving?&lt;/span&gt; Both.  It's always a good thing to get presents... but, the smile of a friend or child when you give them a gift will make your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What is your favorite Christmas Song?&lt;/span&gt; All of them.  If I had to narrow it down... It would be.... Nat King Cole's The Christmas song and Barbara Streisand's The Best Gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Candy Canes! Yuck or Yum?&lt;/span&gt; Yummy!!!!  Except when you're cleaning them off the car seat in March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What do you want for Christmas?&lt;/span&gt; Whirled Peas.... Sorry.. Had to do it!!  If I had to be materialistic... I'd love the entire Vera Bradley travel set in Java Blue along with accesories, wallets, purses,etc.  But, seriously.... the smile on my children's face when they truly get the meaning.... that'll do it just fine.thankyouverymuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you attend an annual Christmas Party?&lt;/span&gt; Nope.  Unless you call the family Christmas's a party.  Which in my family's case.... Yeah. I guess I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you dress up on Christmas or wear PJs? &lt;/span&gt;Pj's from Christmas eve in the morning until we have to go to Mimi's for lunch.  Then it's comfy clothes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you own a Santa hat? &lt;/span&gt;Somewheres.  You can't hand out gifts unless you have the hat on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Who do you normally spend Christmas with? &lt;/span&gt;Weekend before Christmas... My parents.   Christmas morning... my house.  Christmas Night...Hubby's parents.&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/1869060894966104264-7831736295017912370?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/7831736295017912370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=7831736295017912370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/7831736295017912370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/7831736295017912370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/12/25-things-about-christmas.html' title='25 questions about Christmas.'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-2605724075839191486</id><published>2008-12-01T06:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T06:30:09.710-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee'/><title type='text'>My Popi</title><content type='html'>**WARNING** CRY ZONE AHEAD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting in front of the computer with RAW emotions.  It's been 2 days since my father called me to let me know that my Popi passed away.  There are so many stories of laughter and tears that I can share about this man but, the one that's sticking in my mind is the last day that I talked to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called the morning we were leaving my parents to return home from Thanksgiving.  He was so excited that he was leaving the hospital that he was admitted into for observation on Thanksgiving night.  He spoke to everyone of us - great grandchildren, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Hello, My Popi!&lt;br /&gt;Him:  Hello, my grand daughter!  I'm going home today.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  That's what mom said!  What an answer to our prayers!&lt;br /&gt;Him:  You have a wonderful family, a wonderful man that will take care of you, I'm so proud of you and I love you!&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I love you too!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there was more conversation but, really that's all I remember.    We went about packing the car and getting on the road.  About two hours later is when I received the phone call from my father.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two things to comment on -&lt;br /&gt;  1.  The nurse said that he was so strong and happy as she could tell he was talking to a bunch of small children and letting them know how excited he was about going home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  2.  After I got over the initial shock, I was reliving the conversation I had with him.  Home has two connotations- especially to believers and I truly believe in my heart of hearts that my Grandfather, a man of great wisdom and faith, knew which home he'd be going to.  With that I can smile and know that angels are rejoicing as we cry tears of grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be MIA for a while again.&lt;br /&gt;Keep my mother in your prayers.  Without going too much into her story... I don't know how much more she can take.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-2605724075839191486?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/2605724075839191486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=2605724075839191486' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/2605724075839191486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/2605724075839191486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-popi.html' title='My Popi'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-4521980219928075890</id><published>2008-11-24T06:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T06:49:27.774-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee'/><title type='text'>What's your Ark?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ARK - That one thing in your life you're not willing to quit on regardless of the laughter around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby &amp; I teach a small group on Wednesday nights.  Personally, I think, Hubby does the teaching and I'm the one that plays "smiling wife" and asks the clarifying questions, when his notes get a little "higher order" but, we're in it together so, I guess WE'RE teaching.  (This sooo ADD for me!  Sorry) Okay.. back to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Wednesday we were talking about Faith. Noah's faith to be exact.  (Genesis 6: 9-22) &lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine, hitting your retirement age and getting a message to build a contraption in the middle of the desert.  Just measurements and instructions.  AND THEN Noah..replies with NO "Whys?", NO arguments, He just completes the task.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really don't get a glimpse over what happened conversationally during the time it took for Noah to build the Ark but, knowing how cruel people can be when you set out to do something right in the Eyes of the Lord, one can only guess the comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dude, what's THAT for?"&lt;br /&gt;"Noah, Are you sure he said ARK?"&lt;br /&gt;"You missed the boat" (no pun intended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, in the time of Noah.  He was the righteous one.  There were no others and God was through with dealing with the corruption.  God gave him specific instructions on how to build his ark.  God was specific on how he was to fill the ark.  &lt;br /&gt;Not once in all of that did Noah say...&lt;br /&gt; "Ummm,  God, I can't do this... see Christmas is coming and I need to.." .&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;"..I've just got a couple more things to do and then..."&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;"riiight, you want me to do what?"&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;"But MY friends...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He. just. built. it.  He had faith that HE and his family would be taken care of.  The instructions were God given and specific.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... do I think that the conversations never took place?  That Noah never doubted or even spoke out questions?  In the world of Rho... I'm not sure.  I do know that it wasn't important enough to make it into the Great Instruction Booklet (aka THE Bible)  which in my mind means.. it's not that important because at the end of the day and chapter...Noah finished what God had asked him to do.  He built his Ark... Regardless of the laughter around him.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to this.   What's your Ark?  What's the one thing that you know in your heart of hearts that you need to do.  Stepping out in Faith.  Knowing that God will show up.  Regardless of the laughter.  Regardless of the things that are happening around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine is demonstrating a marriage that can be healed.  Stepping out in faith to start a marriage ministry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-4521980219928075890?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/4521980219928075890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=4521980219928075890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/4521980219928075890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/4521980219928075890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/11/whats-your-ark.html' title='What&apos;s your Ark?'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-1226445036422103591</id><published>2008-11-18T06:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T06:41:29.177-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Be Still'/><title type='text'>Be Still - Conversations.</title><content type='html'>Hi all!!&lt;div&gt;We've been curbing our technology  allowance at the house of Rho and frankly, I've been too tired to get up early or stay up late to post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that to say... my brain is frazzled.  Way more than it normally is.  It's that part when you know God's working on something.. you just aren't sure what yet?  This has been an ongoing process from about before the Women's Retreat in October.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I only have that I'm to be still..... Excuse ME?  Have you met me God?  and yet he answers.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be Still.   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and so, I continue in  a quiet observant way.  A good bit of my friends are wondering "What's the deal?!!?"as I awkwardly stand quiet in conversation.  Somedays, I feel like I'm hiding in the background as I watch the conversations take place.  I feel like I'm left out of the eternal loop of friendship waiting for that invitation to participate.  But, yet the quiet encouraging voice says, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Be Still. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the Lord has asked me to be still, I've listened more closely and more heartfelt.  I'm noticing the weight of the world that my friends are carrying and that has been leading me to pray for them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize that my "Be Still" includes multiple things - conversations, hectic schedules, life in general, Bible Study, and prayer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps, I'll do a "series" of what's happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've included a song... I hope it works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CmqbMwphRws&amp;hl=en&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/CmqbMwphRws&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/1869060894966104264-1226445036422103591?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/1226445036422103591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=1226445036422103591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/1226445036422103591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/1226445036422103591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/11/be-still-conversations.html' title='Be Still - Conversations.'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-5979969769482532342</id><published>2008-11-11T19:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T19:38:50.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funnies By Buggy</title><content type='html'>Just a little bit of laughter for your Wednesday!&lt;div&gt;At dinner on Sunday.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mimi:  Did you hear me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buggy: Yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby:  What did you say? (expecting manners)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buggy:  Yeah, I heard you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our way to Mimi's tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buggy:  Mommy, I won!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  Won what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buggy:  The game I beat you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: What game?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buggy:  The one that you have to count cars to 100.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  Buggy,  you have to let me know I'm playing a game before you can beat me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-5979969769482532342?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/5979969769482532342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=5979969769482532342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/5979969769482532342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/5979969769482532342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/11/funnies-by-buggy.html' title='Funnies By Buggy'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-5709930901970524713</id><published>2008-11-11T08:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:47:59.060-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Catching Up.</title><content type='html'>I've had a million ba-zillion blog title ideas and posts rumbling through my brain at mock-speed for the last week.&lt;div&gt;Here are just a few:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My life as a reality show (sermon snippit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Random funnies from Buggy (What did you say?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finality of fall sports&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas Shopping and the lack of it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;My problem is that I can't seem to sit in front of the computer long enough to compose anything because I'm running around working on other things like laundry, family, and the house.  Not that I'm complaining... it's just that I'm a little spooked that I'm faithfully choosing domestic responsibilities over creative thought processes and outlets and liking it (except for the laundry part).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty sure there are angels rejoicing that I'm that 1/2 a step closer to a Proverbs 31 lady or at least Jesus is thinking "By Golly... she's getting it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure at some point, I'll type out all of those blog titles up top.  But, for now.. I'm off to switch laundry, make sure that the kiddos are cleaning their rooms, and over all get ready for a beautiful day of peace that was given to me by the men and women who faithfully serve our country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Veteran's Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-5709930901970524713?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/5709930901970524713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=5709930901970524713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/5709930901970524713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/5709930901970524713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/11/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up.'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-2016611244177894430</id><published>2008-11-06T06:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T06:50:05.602-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chaos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Just wanted to let you know...</title><content type='html'>I'm up for the "Being Domestic too Early in the Morning" Award.&lt;div&gt;It's complete with a new alarm clock, sponge, bottle of 409, and various other cleaning supplies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up this morning without an alarm.  Yesterday... my alarm beeped at me because I forgot to return my iPod to the contraption after listening to it for encouragement on Tuesday.  Last night I was certain not to repeat that so, I came in from church and placed my iPod promptly on the alarm clock.  At the point is was tuck in time... I went to sleep.... unknowingly NOT setting the alarm clock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOOO... this morning I woke up in a panic over not hearing my Wake up list, which set my heart-a-racing, which put me in hyperspeed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rho on hyperspeed is like the Alvin, Simon, and Theodore on Starbucks combined.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(marinate on that picture for a while..I'll wait.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;pause..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;pause..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;pause..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay... so all of this to say.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've loaded, unloaded, and washed dishes.  I've prepared dinner in the crockpot and am waiting for the perfect time to turn it on.  I've straightened my stuff for the day as well as ironed my outfit, made myself beautiful, AND checked all e-mails and postings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah.  All that before 6:25.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;....and that is why I'm nominated... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Think I'll win?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-2016611244177894430?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/2016611244177894430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=2016611244177894430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/2016611244177894430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/2016611244177894430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-wanted-to-let-you-know.html' title='Just wanted to let you know...'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-689555686148271587</id><published>2008-11-05T06:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T06:28:24.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At the end of the day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We're all Americans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One nation, Under God, Indivisible, with Liberty &amp;amp; Jus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tice  for all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-689555686148271587?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/689555686148271587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=689555686148271587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/689555686148271587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/689555686148271587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/11/at-end-of-day.html' title='At the end of the day....'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-2780887037020839096</id><published>2008-11-04T06:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T06:40:26.287-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>A Great Leader....</title><content type='html'>Today scares me.  &lt;div&gt;Not so much of who will be put into office, I'm confident my God will shine no matter what.  But, of how the people in this nation will follow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will they revolt and rebel over the vote or will they silently stew and plan behind closed doors?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had the thought of a great leader in my head for some time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A leader that will listen and answer on his time which will be the best time for me - regardless of how much I think in the now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A leader that will comfort and guide in troubled times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A leader that will love unconditionally and one that is made to be followed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;You see... I think as we lose hold of what we believe in.... we lose our ability to follow the correct leader.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've also lost our ability to respect authority.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a student that stated.... "Ms. D.... if Person X is elected, I won't be here on 11/5 so I just wanted you to know.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My response... "Student... that's not really repectful."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him.... "Oh, I'll respect him."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me..."Really?  Because not showing up to school because you didn't get your way isn't very respectful.  Our country  thought that the candidate was the correct leader and for that you should follow.  It doesn't mean you have to like him... it just means that you need to respect him."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him.. "Yeah, I guess you're right."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you guess how many conversations I've had like that with the adults?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my Bloggy Buddies.... I teach middle school CIVICS... so this election has weighted my heart down.  I've listened to responses that are parroted from parent to student for 3 months.  I've kept my mouth closed in discussions that truly break my heart as I see the view point of my colleagues.  In fact, in all truth besides names, I've not said much about this election.  It's what I haven't said that the students are learning....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I haven't sided outwardly for a candidate.  My students ask me daily.... my response??!? "I want you to choose your leader on your own.  My job is for you to understand the workings of our nation not my opinions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've talked more about the right to vote which means the right to "complain".  If you don't take the process seriously and participate you don't have a right to disagree.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've talked alot about respecting the leaders of our nation.  Including the President - even if you don't care for them, people who are fighting for our country - even if you disagree,  and lastly about the candidates that are seeking the position - even if you have a preference.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I don't know where all of this is supposed to go.  I just know I'm frustrated with alot of the attitude I see in our nation.  The President is the leader of our nation.  He has a lot of responsibility and decisions to make that could change our way of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; But, My God is BIGGER.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He'll keep me safe.  My true leader gives me hope, promise, and love on a daily basis.  He puts me on a path of understanding and gives me wisdom when I ask for it.  He'll never lead me into a battle that I'm not prepared for.  My job is to make sure I follow whole-heartedly.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God places people of authority around us -  Deacons, Pastors, Presidents, Bosses... you name it.  It truly doesn't matter your position somewhere....there is always someone in authority over you.  Thank Goodness I realize the top of the chain and know him personally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rambling is good for the brain... at least mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-2780887037020839096?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/2780887037020839096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=2780887037020839096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/2780887037020839096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/2780887037020839096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/11/great-leader.html' title='A Great Leader....'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-3175215931011412685</id><published>2008-11-03T06:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T06:41:12.036-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chaos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praise'/><title type='text'>Woo Hoo!!</title><content type='html'>I'm celebrating!!!&lt;div&gt;We're talking clapping and dancing and singing!!!  (When reality hits, probably not so much but for now... just let me have my moment, m'kay?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you ready to know why there is so much celebrating?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're probably going to think I've lost another crayon.  No Worries!  Like I said once reality hits.... I'll certainly feel somewhat remorseful and panicked.  Maybe not remorseful but, certainly panicked..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I stalled long enough yet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My washing machine is not working properly! Apparently the spin cycle is not spinning.  Except for the fact I'll spend two days drying my favorite pair of jeans....I'm eggs-static!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more laundry!  YAY! YAY! YAY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are the kids going to wear?!?  I haven't gotten that far.  They weren't real happy the last time I decided not to do laundry and I had asked them to turn their underclothes inside out (KIDDING!).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DID finish this weeks laundry and there isn't beside my jeans any "dirty clothes" yet.  So I've got some time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hope is that it'll take longer to get a repair man out then to actually fix it and I'll have 3-4 days of laundry-free bliss.  Seriously... it's not in the stars or checkbook for the new machines yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been taking little vacays from the computer lately.  I needed some time to get my head in the game... Which I'm still working on.  I spent last week working on finding my kitchen table and reuniting with my children since the only conversations I  feel lately have been through sports type cheering or grade questioning yelling.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend...... I finished the laundry, figured out there are 51  shopping days left until Christmas, and began to make a list.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not stressing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My goal this year - Finish the shopping before the last day of November and enjoy the month of December at my leisure.  Monster is bought for (pretty much).  Buggy made her list from the Toys R Us big book and Hubby... well, he normally picks it out, hands me the debit card, and I finish the transaction and wrap the present.  Other than that... family members are planned for and just waiting for the right things to go on sale. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Question...... I have a small circle of friends that I'm thinking of a cookie swap with.  Is it wrong to pick a night out to do that in the middle of the busy season?  I don't want to add stress to them but, I miss me some friend time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to cater to the kiddos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-3175215931011412685?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/3175215931011412685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=3175215931011412685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/3175215931011412685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/3175215931011412685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/11/woo-hoo.html' title='Woo Hoo!!'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-7594834596268034125</id><published>2008-10-27T06:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T06:19:18.235-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiddos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funnies'/><title type='text'>Weekend Funnies.....</title><content type='html'>Monster " Wow!  That's a nice corvette!"&lt;div&gt;Hubby "Howdoya know?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monster  "Ummm... Duh?!?!? It say's CORVETTE on the back of it!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While on our way to the baseball game yesterday from church... We're changing in the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buggy... "Monster... don't forget your underwear, your cup, &amp;amp; your safety underwear"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baseball season is over.  We were eliminated from the tournament on the best attitude and fun game the players had all year.  On Saturday, while I was at the Goddess.... our coach (the one I have WAY too many un-nice things to say about) was "dismissed" from the park after carrying on in a rather dramatic way.  So, yesterday's game was pleasant and the kids had a great time!  There is still a lot of damage done to the confidence of these players... Mainly his son's.   They played well and they were smiling.  That's what it's about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-7594834596268034125?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/7594834596268034125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=7594834596268034125' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/7594834596268034125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/7594834596268034125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekend-funnies.html' title='Weekend Funnies.....'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-2660850513945391995</id><published>2008-10-21T06:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T06:38:49.816-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Cooler Weather and Coffee Creamer.</title><content type='html'>Oh, the Bliss!!  We FINALLY have dropping temperatures in the glorious State of Sunshine!&lt;div&gt;My favorite time of year "fall" lasts all of about 3 weeks before we have the dropping numbers or worse - another giant heat wave.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DO love the fact that Nestle doesn't care if the weather agrees with the season... they still promptly put out my favorite coffee creamer as soon as the season dictates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know the season of rushing, buying, and decorating?!?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It starts with the orange and black and snack size candies at our disposal, followed by gourmet cooking and birds and pies, then runs right into the hurry up and buy grumpy shopping with sparkling decorating and lots of parties, then we start the new year and off we go for love and then a rabbit hides eggs around our house that we hope we counted correctly otherwise we'll have a surprise by fireworks?!?!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.....Boy! Did I get off topic!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However...while I'm here... Is that really the seasons we celebrate?!!?  Sadly, I think we're a little too busy to realize what each "holiday" means in or out of our churches. The commercial point of view sucks us away from the learning experiences, the family laughs, and the giving of love.  I am not saying this is what every person does.  I just know I'm guilty of getting caught up in lists, dinners, and baking to really enjoy what the holiday is for and that is what is in my heart this morning.  Every holiday season I start of with the mindset of simpler...and every holiday season I'm a little closer to the point but, not enough that it counts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soo... I get back to what I started with..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite coffee creamer... is Gingerbread - the liquid kind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://mybrands.com/images/products/large/149_CMP%20GINGERBRD.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; I wrap myself in the morning with the sweet aroma of the holidays as I sip  and memories flood back of the simpler time when I wasn't the one that had to rush, buy, or decorate.  I remember the time of sitting around with my parents and sister playing family games and looking over a room covered in love as we made time for one another and dreamed of what it would be like for my future family.  That's what I hold on to as I make my decisions for the upcoming holiday season.  Making sure that I have the time to hang out with family and friends.  Making sure it's not all about the commercial part and more about what the holiday should truly be about.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was the post Random? Yeah.  It was.  No worries though.  Somebody needed it.. Even if it's just me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-2660850513945391995?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/2660850513945391995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=2660850513945391995' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/2660850513945391995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/2660850513945391995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/10/cooler-weather-and-coffee-creamer.html' title='Cooler Weather and Coffee Creamer.'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-4573080057236113524</id><published>2008-10-15T06:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T06:30:23.198-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chaos'/><title type='text'>Queen Rho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is making a guest appearance at school today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/SPXFcUJcmvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BROUns1gPr8/s320/Photo+6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257325230260263666" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Chapter we are currently on is discussing the colonists and their charters.  So the end of the Chapter (and nine weeks) assessment is presenting their colony ideas to Queen Rho!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;YAY!  I'm going in full character.  It helps that today is Wacky Tacky day.  If I can get the overall outfit I will.. Until then...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The kingdom will have great parties and celebrations as the new colonies are accepted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/1869060894966104264-4573080057236113524?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/4573080057236113524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=4573080057236113524' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/4573080057236113524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/4573080057236113524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/10/queen-rho.html' title='Queen Rho...'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/SPXFcUJcmvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BROUns1gPr8/s72-c/Photo+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-8787529779664195316</id><published>2008-10-14T06:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T06:20:46.878-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee'/><title type='text'>Resting...</title><content type='html'>My Retreat did exactly what it was supposed to do. &lt;div&gt;Give me rest.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm stretching it as far as it can go... Soooooooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I love y'all!!! And I'll be back soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-8787529779664195316?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/8787529779664195316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=8787529779664195316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/8787529779664195316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/8787529779664195316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/10/resting.html' title='Resting...'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-1867274102189820494</id><published>2008-10-09T06:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T06:26:35.997-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Retreat!!</title><content type='html'>I'm off for the retreat!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be spending 2 days at the beach with some friends and ladies from the church for our annual Ladies Retreat.  I've been looking forward to it since LAST year's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love y'all!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. I figured out what was wrong with my alarm clock!  Apparently, you have to turn the alarm ON if you expect it to go off!!  Yup.  I did THAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-1867274102189820494?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/1867274102189820494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=1867274102189820494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/1867274102189820494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/1867274102189820494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/10/retreat.html' title='Retreat!!'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-3846015760846690209</id><published>2008-10-07T17:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:19:15.561-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chaos'/><title type='text'>I'm gett'n nuffin...</title><content type='html'>You know that song we sing at Christmas as a spoof?  &lt;div&gt;Iiiii'm gett'n nuffiiiin for Chriiiistmaaaas.... Mooooommy &amp;amp; Daaaaaddy are maaaad...?!?!?!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm waiting for the tune to get stuck in your brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there yet??!? Oh. A couple more seconds then..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay.  That should be good enough.  The song starts off with a list of "wrongs" that the child has committed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was my day.  Except.  I was wronged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Sigh**  Just a tough day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My alarm didn't go off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daughter didn't wake up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a parent/teacher conference after being in training for a day and needing to make copies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a staffing and someone covered my room only to come back to two tests that were taken away due to cheating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An impromptu meeting with a parent due to the cheating and a phone call with the other parent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....and FINALLY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An allergic reaction to the new eye make-up which makes the lids of my eyes feel like they're on fire and they are red and swollen..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and what on earth does the song have to do with my day? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not. a. clue.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just stuck in my brain &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and Your's too!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-3846015760846690209?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/3846015760846690209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=3846015760846690209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/3846015760846690209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/3846015760846690209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-gettn-nuffin.html' title='I&apos;m gett&apos;n nuffin...'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-1433221577871321885</id><published>2008-10-07T06:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T06:39:42.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't. Get. It. Together.</title><content type='html'>Just thought you'd like to know. ~Rho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-1433221577871321885?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/1433221577871321885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=1433221577871321885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/1433221577871321885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/1433221577871321885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/10/cant-get-it-together.html' title='Can&apos;t. 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Together.'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-116962530892848775</id><published>2008-10-06T06:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T06:25:11.429-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chaos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funnies'/><title type='text'>The week...</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I feel it necessary to post my week every Monday...&lt;div&gt;I guess it's my way of "ordering my week" and asking others to support me in prayer as I make it through.  This week though busy will come to a nice abrupt halt by Thursday evening.... Well... Sort of.   Read below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday....... Workshop, Baseball @ 5:00 - Fuschia... as far as we know business is normal so pray for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday....... Work, Buggy has Soccer practice @ 5:30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday...Work, Choir Practice (kiddos), church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday......Work, then off to WOMEN'S RETREAT!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday and Saturday.... Retreating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been looking forward to the retreat since the last one.  It's a wonderful time for me to reflect and look forward to the great things God has planned for me and my family.  Not to mention... it's a girl's weekend!!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanna Giggle?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, Hubby and I had to do meet and greet.  I'm pretty good at making a fool out myself in front of people until you place a microphone in my hand.  That's when all goofy-ness flies out the window and I realize that people are paying attention to me.  Hubby.... Well, he's an awesome speaker... He just doesn't like to get up in front of people.  So here we both are...in front of the church with A microphone.  (feeling my stress?)  The microphone wigs out.  You know the squeaky squealing thing it does??!?!  So after Hubby and I move all over the stage trying to find the perfect position so it would stop..... We give our welcome spiel and a plug for our small group.   Get this.  We're on our way off the stage and say Hi to #1 and he says..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ya'll  that was great!!  Next time though, let people know who you are. :)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooops!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-116962530892848775?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/116962530892848775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=116962530892848775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/116962530892848775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/116962530892848775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/10/week.html' title='The week...'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-8750175923924028671</id><published>2008-10-03T06:10:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T06:57:36.859-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiddos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encouragement'/><title type='text'>The Game.</title><content type='html'>Last night was tough for me.&lt;div&gt;I watched my son play a sport he has loved for years and he experienced what I would call one of him most difficult nights of his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's been working really hard at winning a spot behind the batter.  His ultimate playing position would be catcher.  Last night, he was overly excited because he knew that he had 2 innings of playing his prized position.  Granted it was a team that his team had beat 18-0 and the coach was giving some of the "lesser-knowns" an opportunity to play in-field but, still.. in his mind, He was going to CATCH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So he had some really great plays &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(He's in the red, I'm in the black holding my camera and my breath.  Thank Goodness for other parents!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/SOXxk9RdRyI/AAAAAAAAAHc/j-cHHfZMg-k/s320/10-2-08.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252870157622920994" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then came the trials.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The ball ended up in the dirt in front of him or behind him - thus causing stolen bases and scored runs.  In the bottom of the 2nd inning, the score was 0-5 ,them , there were 2 outs and Monster lost his treasured spot to the "more experienced player" as he and the pitcher were pulled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, Monster has been told several times that it's most likely he won't be able to do what his dream is.  He won't be able to catch for a Professional Baseball team because he's too small, his arm isn't strong enough (yet), and lastly he's left handed.  Traditionally... left handers aren't behind the plate.  So, not getting to finish his first inning opportunity or be put back into the game for a second chance behind the plate crushed him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much in fact that his coach couldn't console him and called Hubby into the dugout to talk to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Hubby talked to him, I went to give him a couple of pieces of gum and he was still trying to get his breathing straight.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was hurt.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was embarrassed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; AND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He truly thought that the entire reason they were losing the game was because of his inability to do what he always wanted to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, being the strong parent that I am, had to hide my own tears as I faced my son to encourage him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hey buddy, you okay?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sniff. Sniff. nod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Did you do your absolute best?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sniff. Sniff. nod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You know that is all we ever ask you to do, right?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sniff. Sniff. nod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You are the greatest son and I love you very much, You know that right?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sniff. Sniff. nod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Okay, here's your gum.  Keep doing your best! I love you!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mumble, mumble..&lt;/span&gt;"You too, Mom"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He played his standard position of left field during the next inning and then it was his turn to bat.  This being a new league for him, he's been struggling on and off here as well.  It was 2 outs and he really didn't need another whammy against him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here we sit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pitch.  Swing. Strike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No Whammies, Please...No Whammies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pitch. Watch. Ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No Whammies, Please... No Whammies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pitch. Swing.....Crack!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He nailed it!  Made it to third base on errors AND  started the 7 run RALLY that won the game!!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...why did I type out all of this??!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two reasons.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1.  To explain to Fuschia why I spent 15 seconds of our phone call screaming into the phone as my son, the greatest little league baseball player in my eyes, crossed the plate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2.  To say this.... How many times have you cried over that thing you KNOW you're supposed to do only to find out that you fail the first couple of times?  In the game of life, it's the entire GAME we're playing - not just that inning.  Which means top or bottom of whatever inning you're in....there will be some mistakes.  It's how you act after them that makes you the winner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-8750175923924028671?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/8750175923924028671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=8750175923924028671' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/8750175923924028671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/8750175923924028671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-night-was-tough-for-me.html' title='The Game.'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/SOXxk9RdRyI/AAAAAAAAAHc/j-cHHfZMg-k/s72-c/10-2-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-2969205818919171492</id><published>2008-10-01T06:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T06:13:16.735-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Felt like posting.</title><content type='html'>But, have no idea about what.&lt;div&gt;Seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm blank - No alter egos, no random funnies, no complaints... I guess I just felt like typing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Filling in the void of blankness for today.  Interesting.  I do that in conversations.  I can't just let silence be.  In fact, when I attempt to do so Hubby thinks there is something wrong.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Be still."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I recommend being hogtied for that one, God?  I think it may be the only way.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-2969205818919171492?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/2969205818919171492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=2969205818919171492' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/2969205818919171492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/2969205818919171492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/10/felt-like-posting.html' title='Felt like posting.'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-1164144911698336479</id><published>2008-09-29T06:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T06:18:36.305-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend...</title><content type='html'>1.  Monster lost.  They were shut out 11-0.&lt;div&gt;2.  Buggy won.  But they don't "Keep Score" 4-3 if anyone was wondering.. OH! and they placed her at goalie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Movie.... A-M-A-Z-I-N-G.  Read the book, watch the movie, do whatever you can to get this message!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Church.  Refreshing.  I always forget how much I miss corporate services.  (I was out last week)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  Laundry - 3 loads down..1 left of clothes... 4 loads of linens left as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random thought.....10 more days until Ladies Retreat Bliss.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-1164144911698336479?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/1164144911698336479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=1164144911698336479' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/1164144911698336479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/1164144911698336479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend...'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-2734851414043334805</id><published>2008-09-27T22:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:37:42.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I dare you...</title><content type='html'>...to go watch Fireproof.&lt;div&gt;You'll understand after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-2734851414043334805?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/2734851414043334805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=2734851414043334805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/2734851414043334805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/2734851414043334805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dare-you.html' title='I dare you...'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-6709934606261105117</id><published>2008-09-26T06:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T06:14:24.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I gots a red blueberry!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My new phone is here!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby spent hours on end last night making it talk to my 'puter.  Apparently they two devices don't like each other unless you yell at them and make them be friends.  I'm spending this morning trying to figure out how to make calls and such. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/SNy1IDnPVWI/AAAAAAAAAHU/36n-CHGSXnk/s1600-h/Photo+17.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/SNy1IDnPVWI/AAAAAAAAAHU/36n-CHGSXnk/s320/Photo+17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250270415620625762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Weekend plans:&lt;div&gt;1.  Monster baseball game against Park Champions for 3+ years 8:00 tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Buggy's game 9:00 tomorrow morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Fireproof movie 7:15 with Hubby tomorrow evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Church on Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-6709934606261105117?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/6709934606261105117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=6709934606261105117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/6709934606261105117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/6709934606261105117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-gots-red-blueberry.html' title='I gots a red blueberry!!'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/SNy1IDnPVWI/AAAAAAAAAHU/36n-CHGSXnk/s72-c/Photo+17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-5458031977727344427</id><published>2008-09-25T06:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T06:58:27.229-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like it so much better when my children don't have to get up too early because we were out too late the night before and have to make up for baths, homework, and whatever else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-5458031977727344427?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/5458031977727344427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=5458031977727344427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/5458031977727344427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/5458031977727344427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-like-it-so-much-better-when-my.html' title=''/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-819093406341556</id><published>2008-09-24T06:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T06:46:09.710-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chaos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praise'/><title type='text'>I have so much to type!</title><content type='html'>BUT - not enough time to type it.&lt;div&gt;We are back from the kingdom.  I've been busy whipping the kiddos back into shape.  Buggy has been the hardest.  Apparently, if you are called Princess for 3 days straight by parents and strangers you think you ARE a princess and therefore after you leave the Happiest Place on Earth, you are still commanding the family.  So, the Queen had to "reorganize" her thought process.  We are definitely NOT in the Kingdom anymore, Tink.  If I have time and energy, I'll type a play by play.  It's a big IF for right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birthday Presents....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  My classroom looks like a flower shop!  I got roses from a co-worker (3 pink) and Hubby (6 red) and I got an orchid plant from my team.  Does anyone know how to take care of an orchid?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  My kiddos got me this Super Cool Tool Box!  Notice it's Pink.  Here's the thing - Yes, I do have a tool box.  I had one before with Craftsman tools from Nana and Papa.  However, Hubby successfully "misplaced" my tools from MY toolbox into his giant one.  (What's your's is mine...blah, blah, blah)  So, in order to avoid this again.  Mine are pink and easily spotted to avoid confusion of placement when used.  Get it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/SNoWChE5EtI/AAAAAAAAAHM/CyQTIQotJd0/s320/Photo+6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249532548148171474" /&gt;3.  Notice the phone.  It's a Handy Dandy "smart phone" with a touch screen.  It's step 82 of many attempts to keep me organized and with a calendar... Amazingly it's working.  Well the calendar part is at least.  The phone and I have creative differences.  Something about operational errors and all that jazz.  Whatever.  Now, look closely at the picture.  See anything wrong with it?  &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/SNoVD4Z1MoI/AAAAAAAAAHE/iCZHzylmvWk/s320/Photo+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249531472078254722" /&gt;Like the right side or top 1/2 is completely jimbled and jambled?  While getting back to one of the coolest places I've ever stayed (reference to Disney vacay summary at a later date) Hubby dropped (gasp!) the camera bag.  It's contents at the time were:  My favorite digital super-fast-super-cool-super-shot camera,  My second in command hand sized much smaller digital camera, Hubby's video camera and my Handy Dandy-trying-to-get-me-organized smart phone.  All in all... the fatality was minor EXCEPT now I'm in the market for a new phone.  Or WAS.  Upon entering the town we call "HOME"  the family drove quickly to our nearest cell phone provider.  I can not be unreachable.  Something about Super Mom, Capes, and Emergencies.&lt;div&gt;Only to find out that I had 3 choices. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; Insurance claim - $95&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy new phone - $140 - $600 (not-so-smart phone to smart phone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to Ebay - $200-$300&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Seeing as I hate the current touch screen and only use the calendar function, Option 1 though cheapest was out.  I can't feasibly spent close to $100 on something I completely hate and have to have for the remainder of my 2 year contract.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing as I like the calendar function on the smart phones, Option 2 is out.  I can't pay over $300 for a phone.  I don't have $600 to spend (what can I say... I like expensive!)  Even with the Birthday money my parents sent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that leaves option 3.  **sigh**  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully... God, is on my side!  I found a phone.  It's beautimus!  I'm waiting patiently for it to get here.  AND... we were blessed financially through some unexpected $$$ in paychecks!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I get Hip? Hip?  I need to wake up the kiddos.  Hopefully, it'll be in soon so I can take a picture for ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-819093406341556?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/819093406341556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=819093406341556' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/819093406341556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/819093406341556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-so-much-to-type.html' title='I have so much to type!'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/SNoWChE5EtI/AAAAAAAAAHM/CyQTIQotJd0/s72-c/Photo+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-4355230882455210619</id><published>2008-09-23T06:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T06:30:12.990-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>One year older.</title><content type='html'>I'm  pretty low key about my birthday.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The day itself not necessarily the present part.  I love me some PRESENTS! But, I like them everyday or as soon as I can find them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been, in my brain, a way to reflect over my year of growth.  Whether it's inside or outside....I'm constantly growing.  Did I meet the marks I wanted to?  Am I doing the things I'm supposed to?  It's like New Year's without the streamers and honking sounds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as I sit in front of the computer and look over my past year, I think of (in no particular order)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spiritual&lt;/span&gt;......I grew as much as I let myself.  I'm not an all knowing theologist, nor am I as unknowledgeable as I was.  I can figure out where to find the books of the bible without my cheat sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friendship&lt;/span&gt;..... Some old, some new, some treasured, some left me under a bus and backed it up over me.  Overall, minus a few broken bones... I'm doing just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Family&lt;/span&gt;......My children and Hubby are still putting up with me.  I can't begin to list the changes I see in all of them but, I know that God is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Work&lt;/span&gt;.....It's not at the top of my list anymore and for that I'm thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Physical&lt;/span&gt;......No pounds lost, No pounds gained.  I can still buckle up my favorite pair of jeans. WOO HOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's my year in review.  There were laughs, giggles, tears, and TONZ of coffee.  I know it's a short list but, there's stuff that is unspoken and in itty bitty print between the lines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-4355230882455210619?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/4355230882455210619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=4355230882455210619' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/4355230882455210619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/4355230882455210619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-year-older.html' title='One year older.'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-4299264239877213097</id><published>2008-09-18T06:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T06:21:30.653-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chaos'/><title type='text'>On my way!</title><content type='html'>I won't have time to post when I get in this afternoon.  &lt;div&gt;(Cue Over dramatic Announcer Voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Rho Delta....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that you've won &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; days off&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a mini van full of fuel and family.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; going to do?!?!!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(dramatic pause)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(dramatic pause)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;(dramatic pause)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Well, Mr. Announcer Man....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm&lt;/span&gt; Going To &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;DISNEY WORLD!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll miss y'all!  Do you need me to carry any wishes down there for you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-4299264239877213097?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/4299264239877213097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=4299264239877213097' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/4299264239877213097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/4299264239877213097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-my-way.html' title='On my way!'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-8086907204359363663</id><published>2008-09-17T05:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T06:42:08.126-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee'/><title type='text'>Lightening Strikes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is my dream from early this morning.  It woke me up and I have no idea why but, I knew it was something I'm supposed to post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm afraid of lightening.  It's probably from the one time I played a silly game and went out into a fierce storm because I was hearing things I shouldn't have.  Lightening literally struck in the place I was standing, after my sister pulled me under cover.  Since then, I've found shelter every time the thunder and lightening begin their show.  In my brain, I figured the bolt is still looking for me because it missed it's mark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The dream started with me and Buggy getting out of the car during a storm.  The sky was lit up often, with thunder following quickly and there was a man on the roof of the building that was calling out safety.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lightening strikes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buggy makes a jet towards the building first.  Her little legs are faster than mine and she still loves to play in the rain.  My heart is pounding as I make sure that every bit of her reaches the covering before the next flash of light.  I hear a muffled encouragement from the rooftop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lightening strikes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That one was brighter.  I scurry to the building praying out loud.  "Please let me make it, Please."  The thoughts of me being hurt in any way while my child unknowing of the danger is cheering me on are overwhelming. "Hurry Mommy!  You can beat it!" another voice is calling "Over here! Over here!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lightening strikes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get a quick hug from Buggy as I make it under the building and see another person struggling in the storm.  There are a total of 5 underneath this building covering.  All waiting with nervous anticipation for the next person to make it.  There's a little bit of stumbling from that person as I process what could happen to this person and yet I'm frozen in place.  That person makes it.  We all try to make half-hearted jokes about our hair or wet clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lightening strikes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had forgotten about the man on the roof that has been directing us all to the building.  The thunder that followed this particular strike was closer somehow and never ending.  Then it dawns on me it the man from the roof coming down the aluminum stairs.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lightening strikes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hello!"  He says in a booming voice.  "I'm Mr. Fix It around here.  Isn't this a beautiful show?"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A rumble between all of the adults is all that is heard.  No words are deciphered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soaking wet and a wave of his hand the sky is cleared and you see nothing but what appears to be the earth twinkling with light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At that moment, I woke up.  I experienced the greatest peace I've had in a while.  So much in fact that it was as if I was relieved of any fear and confusion I've ever had.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I'm typing this, I now see a small parallel of Peter taking the step out of the boat.  While, I know it's a story that's visited often.  I'm seeing a new side.  The side of seeing this from Jesus's eyes.  My storm right now is busy-ness.  My fear is not being able to handle it all and making sure that when I do give things up, they are being taken care of as well as me not hurting anyone in the process.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This dream is showing me that while I'm going through this fear and experiencing it someone else is seeing it from above.  They are looking at the beauty of big picture.  Just like when Peter stepped out of the boat during the storm.  He didn't realize the step of faith he was showing others and the boldness he was displaying but, he took his eyes of Jesus.  In both cases, Peter and I, called out to God... "Lord, Save me!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Immediately Jesus reached out his hand and caught him.  "You of little faith," he said, "why did you doubt?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mathhew 14:31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall... my busy-ness wasn't solved by this dream.  But, I was given peace and a glimpse of beauty that God is working - as I deal with my storm.  In my own little thoughts, I think Peter ended up the same way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-8086907204359363663?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/8086907204359363663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=8086907204359363663' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/8086907204359363663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/8086907204359363663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/09/lightening-strikes.html' title='Lightening Strikes.'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-5159879389901424455</id><published>2008-09-16T06:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T06:38:03.743-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chaos'/><title type='text'>I'm going to see THE mouse!!!</title><content type='html'>On Thursday evening, I will be braving a 4.5 hour car ride with two children, two in-laws, and hubby.  In order to keep my sanity, I have 2 books, 1 magazine, and a super charged iPod with inspirational music that can drown out the "Are we there yet?!" questions that will last 3 minutes into our car ride.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get me wrong... I'm TOTALLY looking forward to visiting the magic and being whisked away to a fantasy land of make believe even if it does cost  me a million dollars.  At this point, I need the fairy tale. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be the Princess roaming The Kingdom with her Prince Charming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to see the wonder in my children's eyes as characters that they watch come up to visit them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be away from the chaos that is self driven here to have a relaxing moment of family chaos of the good 'ole vacation style.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know the stuff that draws a family closer and keeps them from taking another vacation for 2.65 years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I plan on returning with royalty at my fingertips because every wish was granted and all of my worries are frozen in place and never to look back on them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anything can happen.  It's THE mouse.  Right!?!?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If not - Don't take away my fairy dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-5159879389901424455?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/5159879389901424455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=5159879389901424455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/5159879389901424455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/5159879389901424455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-going-to-see-mouse.html' title='I&apos;m going to see THE mouse!!!'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-4808845704430199673</id><published>2008-09-15T06:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T06:45:16.977-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee'/><title type='text'>Swagger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note to reader:  As I began typing, I had the idea of what swagger meant to me.  A walk with confidence the knowledge of your path.  Then I looked up the definition and it meant something somewhat different.  So please use my definition.  It'll make more sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I sat in the stands I noticed a new feature on the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The team had it's swagger back.  Could it be the fact that they found the need to follow tradition?  Could it be the LARGE shut-out from the week before?    Or was it the quiet voice of confidence - knowing that they could accomplish what they set out to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regardless of the circumstance, they played the first part of the game with great enthusiasm...until... the other  team scored.  Then the home team was shaken in their goal.  They started to make mistakes.  Their fans?  They were back into their seats with some grumbling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I watched the game, I was a little shaken myself.  It's been a while since I've been in the stadium.  I was overwhelmed by the food and fans and band.  I was lost in all of my knowledge of the game and asking questions that I should've known answers too.  All I had was a word.. and it was swagger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many times have I associated that word with a person on a mission?  Exuding confidence and knowing their path.  How many times have I thought, they have no reason for that confidence, so it must be pride?  How many times did I watch as they walked past me on their walk and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;left &lt;/span&gt;me behind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was then that the Holy Spirit began to work on my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where is your swagger, Rho?  Where is your confidence in the path that you were placed on?  Just because you are shaken in your goal doesn't mean that you don't stay on your path.  Your friends may not know that you need cheerleaders because you are choosing to keep the door closed&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the quiet corrections that get me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think about your swagger.  Know your path and follow it boldly.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another note to reader:  I hope this makes sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-4808845704430199673?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/4808845704430199673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=4808845704430199673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/4808845704430199673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/4808845704430199673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/09/swagger.html' title='Swagger'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-2256873768110244278</id><published>2008-09-13T22:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T22:16:33.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's the NEW DO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lighting doesn't do the color justice.  AND I just want everyone to know this is what it looks like AFTER spending 4.5 hours in the sun at a football game!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/SMxzY9JaceI/AAAAAAAAAGs/cKz-gXO5Cc8/s1600-h/Photo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/SMxzY9JaceI/AAAAAAAAAGs/cKz-gXO5Cc8/s320/Photo+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245694538547884514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/SMxzZHMw8lI/AAAAAAAAAG0/o1rw_3aTd5Y/s1600-h/Photo+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/SMxzZHMw8lI/AAAAAAAAAG0/o1rw_3aTd5Y/s320/Photo+11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245694541246296658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This next picture is a before picture when Buggy and I were goofing off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/SMxzZRnHBfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/6c9NtnkO_f8/s1600-h/Photo+24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/2256873768110244278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/2256873768110244278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/09/pics.html' title='Pics!!!'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/SMxzY9JaceI/AAAAAAAAAGs/cKz-gXO5Cc8/s72-c/Photo+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-8486767119260776065</id><published>2008-09-13T08:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T08:54:13.963-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee'/><title type='text'>A Quiet Morning...</title><content type='html'>(Deep Breath)&lt;div&gt;I love it when I'm the first one up!  Even when the alarm isn't set!!!  I must admit today I'm a little giddy for two very different reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt; Reason #1&lt;/u&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's HAIR GODDESS DAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the decision for the hair change is a little bit of color and a little bit more length.(pause) gone. Don't worry... I'll find a way to post pictures.  Part of me wants to chop the whole back part off.  I'm also a little nervous about going.  Something that's super silly and selfish on my part.  The Hair Goddess has been trying to have a child for the last year and I spoke to one of her other clients and she's newly pregnant.  I'm SOOOOO Excited for her!!!!  I can't wait to spoil the little baby when he/she gets here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The selfish part of me is gearing up my calendar for the next 35 weeks so that I can make sure there are no hiccups in the beauty process if you get my drift.  My other fear is that I may have to find a new Goddess. (gasp!)  Sniff. Sniff. What if she really enjoys Mommyhood and decides not to bless me with her art creations every 6 weeks?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***Note to new readers***  I'm totally unselfish with everything else except. my. hair.  Please don't freak out over my use of sarcasm and attempt to be funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reason #2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'M GOING TO THE GAME!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's one of those random things you don't know about me.  I'm a college football fanatic! Especially for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;MY TEAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and anyone else that chooses to play against the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;team is playing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AT&lt;/span&gt; home &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEASON&lt;/span&gt; tickets to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WATCH&lt;/span&gt; them in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE STANDS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby and I use this as a "date".  It's our bonding experience.  I was WAY into football before we started dating because of my mother.  She used it as way to yell at the TV instead of the rest of the family when we weren't following the directions she gave us.  Hubby's friends think I'm the coolest because I'm one of those fans that really get into the game -  more so than they do.  Not to mention I UNDERSTAND the game and they freak out when I join the conversation on plays and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooo all of that to say this.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm giddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I can almost breathe out of both nostrils (great picture...huh?)  I've been getting rest like no body's business.  My house is clean.  I'm avoiding laundry.  I'm visiting the Goddess.  I'm going to the GAME.  My family and friends love me.  AND.  I'm working on my MARGINS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah.  Life is Good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-8486767119260776065?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/8486767119260776065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=8486767119260776065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/8486767119260776065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/8486767119260776065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/09/quiet-morning.html' title='A Quiet Morning...'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-2315590134925923169</id><published>2008-09-11T06:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T06:31:34.068-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer Request'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funnies'/><title type='text'>Margins. Funny. Remembering.</title><content type='html'>Last night Hubby and I started a group on Margins.&lt;div&gt;Actually, Hubby is the one that was teaching it.  I was medicine headed and trying to focus.  This is a GOOD ONE!!!  It's Andy Stanley and I can't remember the real name but, Lordy, Lordy! - Did it speak to yours truly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It covered ALL of the "stuff" I've been dredging through.  Limits, Saying No, Why we don't say No.  Needing the space and then our discussion was over WHAT can we do about it!  I still had a thought in my mind that I should've stayed at home and in bed but, I got so much out of it that they kinda cancelled each other out!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have my notes in front of me at the moment but... I remember the verse.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Man's days are determined; you have decreed the number of his months and have set limits he cannot exceed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Job 14:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in Rho language and interpretation......  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Girlfriend, It doesn't matter how much you do, God is still only giving you a certain amount of days.  So get over it, and know that he won't let you out-work yourself.  He made sure of that and keeps you in check by giving you itty bitty colds that knock you on your rear while you are still trying to experience "life"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuschia - I need a self check here... am I in the right context?!?!  If not shoot me an e-mail and set me straight.  mKay?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;************New Subject**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I one upped my &lt;a href="http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/09/brown-socks-black-shoes.html"&gt;uncoolness&lt;/a&gt; from Monday, yesterday.   I wore GIANT hoop earrings... .Only to find out in my "D" Period - 5/6 hours of school... that I was wearing one of them.  You got it.  I spent 5/6 hours of school with 1 earring in and "lecturing" in front of the class.  Thankfully, someone told me.. (none of my peers noticed either)  I, then, remembered taking the said earring off to talk to a parent on the phone at 8:15 that morning.  Yet another reason why my students think I'm crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;******Last Subject******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A day to remember.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Today is September 11th.  A day that will be forever in my head.  I sat and cried as I watched things happen across our nation that I couldn't fix.  My heart still goes out to the families and friends that were hurt during this event.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I. will.  NEVER. forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A Special Prayer out to all of the mothers, fathers, wives, husbands, children, brothers, sisters, and friends that were affected during this sad day in History.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-2315590134925923169?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/2315590134925923169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=2315590134925923169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/2315590134925923169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/2315590134925923169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/09/margins-funny-remembering.html' title='Margins. Funny. Remembering.'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-2620022516399022304</id><published>2008-09-10T07:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T07:09:09.233-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiddos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer Request'/><title type='text'>I canb't breaffe.</title><content type='html'>I'm still sick.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My voice sounds like Bill Cosby in the dentist office.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My nose sounds like an expresso machine on permanent brew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cough sounds like a scraping shovel across concreate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wanted to give y'all a visual on my miserable-ness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monster lost his game last night..... 11-1.  Good news though!!!  I didn't get frustrated with the coach.. not ONCE!!! (There's a blog to be posted on that) AND... the coach let him catch!  (Something about tradition and left handers not being able to catch well... Hmmpf!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buggy had her first SOCCER practice and it went really well.  More later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-2620022516399022304?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/2620022516399022304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=2620022516399022304' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/2620022516399022304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/2620022516399022304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-canbt-breaffe.html' title='I canb&apos;t breaffe.'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-3905678654609036227</id><published>2008-09-09T06:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T06:24:41.365-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Hair Goddess in 4 days!</title><content type='html'>I'm totally wanting a NEW hair style.  Could be color.  Could be cut.  Any suggestions?!?!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just remember....I HAVE to be somewhat conservative in front of the classroom.  So Purple, Pink, Green, and Blue must be ruled out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's another LONG day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School - 4:40&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buggy's first practice at 6:00.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monster's first game at  6:15. (Obviously going to miss the opening pitch and first couple of innings)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Small Group/Church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First night home - Catch up on Housework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Longer Post later.  It's easier to tip-type at night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-3905678654609036227?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/3905678654609036227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=3905678654609036227' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/3905678654609036227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/3905678654609036227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/09/hair-goddess-in-4-days.html' title='Hair Goddess in 4 days!'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-1876899872172519881</id><published>2008-09-08T17:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T17:47:46.590-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chaos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer Request'/><title type='text'>Brown Socks, Black Shoes</title><content type='html'>...this should've been my first clue about today.&lt;div&gt;Apparently getting dressed in a dimly lit room isn't all it's cracked up to be.  Especially when you need to be fashionable at all times in front of the Middle Schoolers.  It's not cool if you don't match and or look too old - trust me - the coolness factor is important for making them learn.  Sadly, I didn't notice the mistake until AFTER I had been at school for about an hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no voice.  Do you know how hard it is to teach/talk without a voice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran to and from the computer lab that's 1/2  way across the school for all 6 classes today due to a survey that I HAD to give my students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was chewed out on the phone while I was teaching by a fellow teacher/department head.  The short version being we weren't doing things the way she wanted them done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My NEW black shoes hurt my feet.  Thankfully, there was light in that one because for whatever reason,  I had my ballet flats in my bag.  (that's a God thing... I'm sure of it!)  'Course you could see my brown socks even more but, comfort was over fashion by that time of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The HIGHLIGHT of my day!?!?!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; A parent called me organized!  Yes.... ME - Organized!!!  Yet another God thing I'm sure!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm avoiding the emotional and physical turmoil I'm still in over busy-ness.  God and I are having hourly conference calls and we're working on it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to JOY Fellowship.  At least an hour of "girl" time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-1876899872172519881?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/1876899872172519881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=1876899872172519881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/1876899872172519881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/1876899872172519881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/09/brown-socks-black-shoes.html' title='Brown Socks, Black Shoes'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-917488233462898069</id><published>2008-09-07T07:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T08:06:36.097-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chaos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Loss'/><title type='text'>Guess what I've been doing?!?!?</title><content type='html'>.....Sleeping In.&lt;div&gt;I've spent the last 3 days (including today) sleeping during my early morning "wake-up".  I still allow enough time for my bible study but, it occurred to me that I was spending more time on the blog than in the word - which adds chaos to an already chaotic world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I decided to kill two birds with a giant stone or attempt to.  I'm working on knocking out the "I'm tired" phrase that starts around 4:30p.m. in my house as well as getting more focused on reading what I should do about my mornings instead of writing about how much they are controlling me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had about an hour to myself yesterday and Hubby managed to find some dollars in the 'ole budget for me to "shop".  Sadly, I only located one thing I just had to have!  *sigh* that's what happens when you WANT to spend the money you have.  But, that's okay.  'Cause I still got to walk in the mall for an hour.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and get this.  I didn't stop at Starbucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**gasp!!!**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends, take deep breaths!  The world is not ending.  There is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; reason! - I was too lazy AND (hold on to your seats) I was working on resisting the 5 million calorie coffee I wanted.  Because... I've lost 4 pounds, since school started and the Venti Caramel Machhiato would probably put all 4 pounds plus one to grow on back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-917488233462898069?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/917488233462898069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=917488233462898069' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/917488233462898069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/917488233462898069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/09/guess-what-ive-been-doing.html' title='Guess what I&apos;ve been doing?!?!?'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-520638664137997492</id><published>2008-09-04T06:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T06:38:37.318-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chaos'/><title type='text'>Recap of Day 1; on to Day 2</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a busy day..&lt;div&gt;I had school from 7:45-3:30 (this is not my normal school day)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to leave school to drive to a meeting at 4:15-5:45.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then drove to church where I took pictures (very little because I was late) of the King's Kid's Christmas Choir KickOff and then "helped" Hubby lead the small group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said "No" a total of 3 times. (That's not including my children's behavior) and I said "Yes" once but, it was a kinda "Yes".  --And truly, I was completely at peace with holding a 1 1/2 month infant through our small group. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is another busy day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School 7:45-4:15; pick up kiddos and go back to school to prepare for Open House 6:30-8. **This is more of a fuel issue as driving all the way home and back is not very efficient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby picks up kiddos for Monster's baseball practice from 6-8.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Find dinner and meet back at the house by bedtime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**THANK YOU SOO MUCH FOR THE ENCOURAGEMENT!!!!**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-520638664137997492?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/520638664137997492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=520638664137997492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/520638664137997492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/520638664137997492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/09/recap-of-day-1-on-to-day-2.html' title='Recap of Day 1; on to Day 2'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-5031871657128546894</id><published>2008-09-03T06:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T06:58:30.421-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chaos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee'/><title type='text'>I'm having a moment.</title><content type='html'>Thank you TWO!  You're comments were well received!!&lt;div&gt;You know when you get in that 1/2 way slime of life and rely on your friends to pull you out and hope they volunteer to do the laundry?!  That's where I'm at right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a million bazillion things on my mind!  I don't know where to start and I certainly don't know how to finish them all.  I do have glorious Bloggy Buddies that help remind me where my priorities are.  I also have a Hubby who notices when I get about knee height in the slime and works towards pulling me out as well.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall I'm overwhelmed with eyes opened as to what's not getting finished.  It happens about the 3rd week of school when we settle into our new schedules and I notice how some of my "duties" are going unfinished.  Then I take a look at the things no one else is doing and I feel I need to pick up the slack instead of holding them accountable.....&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's faster if I do it anyways.&lt;/span&gt; (at least that's my thought process)  'Course that's why nothing's finished for me in the first place 'cause I'm too busy picking up and buckets of slime and dumping them on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm using slime today because I spent too much time watching Nickelodeon as a child.  Not to mention it creates a better picture for me as to how "messy" I'm getting while doing other people's duties.  Messy in the terms of doing MY things 1/2 way and not giving them the full attention that they should have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby and I are in a transition phase in our lives.  One that's putting us more forward and noticeable than we're used to.  It's been about a three year process.  While we're in this phase, it makes me think that because I'm more noticeable, I should be doing more things  - because - well, a full time wife, mom, teacher, small group leader (2 groups) and working on building a marriage ministry is not enough. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(that's my brain talking or is it my heart)&lt;/span&gt;  Especially when there are needs that aren't being met. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soooo all that to say this.... I'm announcing to the Bloggy World and looking for accountability.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, RhoDelta of the House of Rho, hereby state that I will focus on God. Hubby. &amp;amp; Kiddos.(In that order - not that I haven't been but, recommitment is needed from time to time.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will meet the "duties" I'm called to do and only those.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;current "duties" are defined as:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher (during the hours of 7:45-4:15.  NO WORK TAKEN HOME!), &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Small Group#1 - Co-Leader  &amp;amp; Small Group #2 - Co-Leader (phasing out), &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and last but certainly not least... Homemaker (which includes laundry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any additional duties will go up against the board of directors (God, Me, and Hubby) for discussion and consideration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-5031871657128546894?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/5031871657128546894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=5031871657128546894' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/5031871657128546894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/5031871657128546894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-having-moment.html' title='I&apos;m having a moment.'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-7686468628806280911</id><published>2008-09-02T06:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T06:33:30.951-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee'/><title type='text'>Labor Day.</title><content type='html'>A day of "rest" for the working.&lt;div&gt;Yet, advertised as a time to catch up on all of the projects you didn't finish before the end of summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went swimming with friends and then went to Mimi's for dinner.  So there was No labor for the House of Rho.  I did attempt to do laundry and fizzled out by the 2nd load.  Which reminds me.. I need to switch those out so I don't wash them 3 times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was talking yesterday to a friend regarding ministry and busyness.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The under current was... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it wrong to consider your family a ministry? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The House of Rho has a very busy schedule.  The kiddos are involved in only one sport each and that's for the year.  We have Church on Wednesdays and Sundays.  Then add in obligations such as work, extended family, friends, church meetings, and school--- and you end up with only 2 family dinners at home per week.  So, when is it okay to say... "No, I'm working on my family ministry?"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the times that are the most influential of our children.  They notice when or if we make it to every game, practice, or school performance.  They need us here to bounce off ideas and get Godly advice.  They need us available to offer consequences and encouragement.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I guess my question is.....  How do you juggle it?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..... When do you with guidance say... I'm sorry, I need to minister to my family?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..... Even when you know there is a call to be involved in more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; OR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..... You know that nobody else will step up and take the torch so, by default you volunteer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know the standard answer is pray about it and trust me, we do.  The difficulty for us is to find the correct balance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-7686468628806280911?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/7686468628806280911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=7686468628806280911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/7686468628806280911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/7686468628806280911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/09/labor-day.html' title='Labor Day.'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-6609036556683076820</id><published>2008-09-01T08:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T08:58:42.788-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chaos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funnies'/><title type='text'>I'm baaaaack!</title><content type='html'>..A day EARLY!&lt;div&gt;Only because we were on the outside of Gustav and my parents felt it would be better for us to drive before the outer bands arrived.  So, Hubby, the kiddos, and I packed up and headed home last night around 7:30ish.  Our three hour tour took close to four hours due to a detour from the interstate and one giant u-turn.  There was a pretty bad accident, I'm guessing... I haven't seen the updates yet.  We were about a mile away from the exit and ended up following 2 semis who ended up back at the original exit we left but were heading West instead of East.  After that Hubby made several hints about getting a Lola (GPS thingamabobby) for Christmas from Santa.  We ended up on the correct road and made it home safe and sound and dry.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No rain as of yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a nice weekend.  We helped Auntie M move into her new house.  I should say.... We helped Auntie M unpack boxes and hang blinds and closet organizers.  But we laughed &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(mainly at me)&lt;/span&gt; and she needed that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couple of things I learned on this trip.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.  Pay close attention to 70 inch blinds in a parking lot. &lt;/span&gt; They tend to hang out of the shopping basket.  IF you are wearing a dark ball cap to cover your non-fixed hair  it makes it more difficult to judge the actual length and you MIGHT run into an end thus causing a slight bruise on your forehead and several laughs from the people you went to the store with and other random people who are just in the parking lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.  Don't chew gum around non-gum chewers.&lt;/span&gt;  They tend to dislike on the art of smacking and reverse bubble popping thus resulting in you being treated like a 2nd grader and being forced to spit your gum out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Moving furniture no matter how heavy or light can be hysterical in a closed room setting and two sisters.&lt;/span&gt;  **I'm not going to even try...**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There you go... My weekend in a nutshell.  We're all safe and the kiddos are still sleeping.  I think I'm going to start &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(gag) &lt;/span&gt;laundry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-6609036556683076820?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/6609036556683076820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=6609036556683076820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/6609036556683076820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/6609036556683076820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-baaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m baaaaack!'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-2298960947615522538</id><published>2008-08-29T06:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T08:57:17.353-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiddos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chaos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Make'n like a tree!!</title><content type='html'>I'm going to visit Nana, Papa, Auntie M, Unca Jerry, Flash and Livie LOU!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're gonna help Auntie M move into her new house!  I think I'm babysitting.  Something about alot of cleaning and painting left and Oh! By The Way... Will you watch the kiddos?!!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My aversion to "manual labor" is out. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Can I get a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yay?!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then once that's done, we'll hang out, play cards, and hang out some more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm leafing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(get it?!?! -If not, see title)&lt;/span&gt; after school today for the 2.5 hour trip (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hubby's driving, so it takes less time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll miss y'all.  If you get bored... just re-read my last week.  Spiders and Syrup and Rain! Oh MY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-2298960947615522538?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/2298960947615522538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=2298960947615522538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/2298960947615522538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/2298960947615522538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/08/maken-like-tree.html' title='Make&apos;n like a tree!!'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869060894966104264.post-1370961427885699774</id><published>2008-08-28T21:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T06:33:09.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Need I say More??!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"  style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-size:14pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/"&gt;Your Hair Should Be Blue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/blue.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/"&gt;Wild, brilliant, and out of control.&lt;br /&gt;You're a risk taker with an eye to the future.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"  style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-size:14pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorpurpleareyouquiz/"&gt;You Are Iris&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorpurpleareyouquiz/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/whatcolorpurpleareyouquiz/iris.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorpurpleareyouquiz/"&gt;You are an interesting blend of fun and wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;You definitely make people think about themselves and their place in the world.&lt;br /&gt;But they'll have fun doing it. You definitely epitomize laughter therapy.&lt;br /&gt;You are a very enriching and entertaining friend!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869060894966104264-1370961427885699774?l=rhodelta7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/feeds/1370961427885699774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1869060894966104264&amp;postID=1370961427885699774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/1370961427885699774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869060894966104264/posts/default/1370961427885699774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhodelta7.blogspot.com/2008/08/need-i-say-more.html' title='Need I say More??!?!'/><author><name>RhoDelta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778642651482936044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRRvuFFjS1U/TFY2yhwrN7I/AAAAAAAAALU/PHO5VJBR6Ds/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
