<?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-7478995847079442940</id><updated>2011-10-07T15:04:07.554-07:00</updated><category term='Haberman bottles'/><category term='trust'/><category term='lady bug scrapbook page'/><category term='colic'/><category term='weight loss'/><category term='teasing'/><category term='cleft support'/><category term='cupcake'/><category term='reflux'/><category term='homeschool'/><category term='crying'/><category term='Mead Johnson'/><category term='declutter'/><category term='fast'/><category term='palate cleft support'/><category term='simplify'/><category term='surgery'/><category term='cleft lip'/><category term='lactose intolerance'/><category term='milk allergy'/><category term='baby whisperer'/><category term='Lent'/><category term='Easter Vigil Cake'/><category term='current events'/><category term='Medela Special Needs Feeder'/><category term='anger'/><category term='Dr. Brown'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='healing'/><category term='miracle'/><category term='organize'/><category term='first communion'/><category term='God'/><category term='cleft  speech therapy'/><category term='fasting'/><category term='cleft palate'/><category term='e-mealz review'/><category term='fourth of july drink'/><category term='crafts'/><category term='diet'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='Patron Saint'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='feeding issues'/><category term='Pigeon'/><category term='Haberman'/><category term='patriotic drink'/><category term='race for the cure'/><category term='Taste of Home Magazine'/><category term='grocery shopping'/><category term='scrapbook page'/><category term='Confirmation cake'/><category term='medicine'/><title type='text'>Our Lady of Good Remedy</title><subtitle type='html'>Simple. Catholic. Family. Life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>316</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-3848828590381695662</id><published>2011-07-13T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T08:49:24.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 1/2 Years Old</title><content type='html'>Hello! Hanging out on Facebook too much. However, cleaning out the basement sent me here today. Took time to plow through Holly's clothes and wanted to reflect on the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't bare to look at the boxes and boxes of beautiful, adorable outfits she wore. It was difficult to see the clothes and remember how sick she was. And how little sleep we got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is for any new mom of a child with a cleft or reflux. I am amazed all the time at how resilient Holly is. How strong and bright she is every day. She is definitely lactose-intolerant but enjoys lots of other foods all the time. And on her behalf, we talk about how much we both love "soil milk" and "match". That's soy milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves playing dress up with Anna and on one rare day let Anna do this to her hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lLhDKNShwhg/Th29qJG0lDI/AAAAAAAAA1E/zoiTnKUnY7g/s1600/100_1041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lLhDKNShwhg/Th29qJG0lDI/AAAAAAAAA1E/zoiTnKUnY7g/s400/100_1041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628863640979674162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although reminders of those baby days are tough to handle, today Holly is purely captivating.&lt;br /&gt;~Peace be with you until next time~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-3848828590381695662?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/3848828590381695662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=3848828590381695662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/3848828590381695662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/3848828590381695662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2011/07/3-12-years-old.html' title='3 1/2 Years Old'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lLhDKNShwhg/Th29qJG0lDI/AAAAAAAAA1E/zoiTnKUnY7g/s72-c/100_1041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-7471771932125795900</id><published>2010-12-08T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T05:03:08.645-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milk allergy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleft lip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeding issues'/><title type='text'>3 Candles on my Cake! 3 Wishes that I Make!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/TP-A-X6v-3I/AAAAAAAAA0o/u1bIMBUHueY/s1600/november%2B073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/TP-A-X6v-3I/AAAAAAAAA0o/u1bIMBUHueY/s400/november%2B073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548295075004414834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievably amazed at how much Holly has grown and learned in the past year! One morning, she pointed a flashlight at Anna, and remarked "Well, well. What do we have here?" Holly learns lighting fast and remembers everything. Even the Christmas parade from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last &lt;/span&gt;year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She does't have an appointment with the plastic surgeon for another 6 months, but all her scars are healing nicely. Most people don't even notice.  Still having some milk allergy/lactose intolerance issues, but Zyrtec seems to make a big tremendous difference.  (And if you are a parent of a newborn with a cleft, Holly can drink out of any ol' straw you give her! Hooray! Not that you'd think that is a big deal..but every success is Success Worth Celebrating!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to pick up her preschool pics, I was so overwhelmed at how far she has come. Grateful doesn't begin to describe it. Thank you for all your prayers for Holly Marie! And Thank you Jesus for blessing our family with a truly precious child!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-7471771932125795900?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/7471771932125795900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=7471771932125795900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/7471771932125795900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/7471771932125795900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2010/12/3-candles-on-my-cake-3-wishes-that-i.html' title='3 Candles on my Cake! 3 Wishes that I Make!'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/TP-A-X6v-3I/AAAAAAAAA0o/u1bIMBUHueY/s72-c/november%2B073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-5962370575199756792</id><published>2010-08-30T10:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T10:35:55.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut Butter Brownies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/THvrmay_tHI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/BmmQvYXkYXU/s1600/bethel+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/THvrmay_tHI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/BmmQvYXkYXU/s400/bethel+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511257614278702194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love brownies, and really, really love this recipe. Probably because I usually have the ingredients on hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups Bisquick (or any baking mix)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 t vanilla&lt;br /&gt;3 eggs&lt;br /&gt;3 oz melted chocolate, cooled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix all ingredients but the chocolate. Pour into a 9x13 greased pan, reserving 1 cup of the batter. Mix the chocolate with the reserved batter and spoon on top. Then use a knife to swirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake at 350 degrees for 20-25 mins.&lt;br /&gt;Yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-5962370575199756792?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/5962370575199756792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=5962370575199756792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/5962370575199756792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/5962370575199756792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2010/08/peanut-butter-brownies.html' title='Peanut Butter Brownies!'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/THvrmay_tHI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/BmmQvYXkYXU/s72-c/bethel+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-6507836895863561579</id><published>2010-08-30T04:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T16:09:24.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/THuXqx1BWuI/AAAAAAAAAzg/CKklwx5zqv8/s1600/bethel+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/THuXqx1BWuI/AAAAAAAAAzg/CKklwx5zqv8/s400/bethel+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511165330203957986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is old enough for preschool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's Holly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/THuXs5HxvfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/gAham2jkx4c/s1600/bethel+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/THuXs5HxvfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/gAham2jkx4c/s400/bethel+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511165366521413106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anna and Holly ready to go in to school for the Open House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/THuXtMov1eI/AAAAAAAAA0A/NBOzEvADQEk/s1600/bethel+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/THuXtMov1eI/AAAAAAAAA0A/NBOzEvADQEk/s400/bethel+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511165371759973858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ms. Bobbie Lynn and Holly, although Holly is more interested in the saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/THufL28TrNI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/iJ6N69MYGEc/s1600/bethel+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/THufL28TrNI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/iJ6N69MYGEc/s400/bethel+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511173595093773522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the good stuff! Can you see she has already ditched her shoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/THuXr8iz-RI/AAAAAAAAAzw/Qy5RsR4OVts/s1600/bethel+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/THuXr8iz-RI/AAAAAAAAAzw/Qy5RsR4OVts/s400/bethel+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511165350260242706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A spot just for Holly :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Open House was so fun! And what a walk down memory lane for me and Anna.  She kept saying how she remembered everything but it used to be bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/THuYlifpdfI/AAAAAAAAA0I/MUgw5nVXPMQ/s1600/anna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/THuYlifpdfI/AAAAAAAAA0I/MUgw5nVXPMQ/s400/anna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511166339700061682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flashback! Anna at age 3 in the same classroom at Bethel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Holly loves talking about "Bethelo" and enjoyed seeing the classrooms and all the neat toys. One more week until preschool begins!&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/7478995847079442940-6507836895863561579?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/6507836895863561579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=6507836895863561579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/6507836895863561579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/6507836895863561579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2010/08/preschool.html' title='Preschool!'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/THuXqx1BWuI/AAAAAAAAAzg/CKklwx5zqv8/s72-c/bethel+021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-1891048375270440465</id><published>2010-08-28T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T04:23:10.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanity Returns</title><content type='html'>Somehow, we have reached the other side of the rainbow here and sanity has returned to our home. The house is neat and tidy, even if not altogether "clean". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All except one room. Can you guess? Yes, it's the two year old's room where chaos still reigns.  I am quite happy to let her change her clothes three times a day, dump out all the stuffed animals and toys...in her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is about life in general, not just our Holly. When the other children were little, I used to pray that I would never forget how hard it is to have a baby in your life. Remembering to show mercy to other mothers of young ones. (I always congratulate a mom with a new born when I see them in church. That is an accomplishment!) Still, I forgot. How &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;totally upside down&lt;/span&gt; a baby changes your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that used to be routine become huge obstacles: like how to get the whole family to Mass in a church with no childcare. Or go to the grocery store with an infant seat that takes up most of the grocery cart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, two and a half years later, sanity has returned. For several days in a row, we have all managed to keep the dishes done, the floors picked up, complete school assignments, do a little laundry and even enjoy playing in the yard together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a baby is totally worth the crazy that comes along. It helps to remember that every day they get older. And to pray not to forget. Maybe this time I won't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-1891048375270440465?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/1891048375270440465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=1891048375270440465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/1891048375270440465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/1891048375270440465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2010/08/sanity-returns.html' title='Sanity Returns'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-368641853531348204</id><published>2010-07-10T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T08:09:27.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comment Moderation</title><content type='html'>After several, several comments in Chinese being left here, I've had to turn on "comment moderation".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what "Our Lady of Good Remedy" means to the Chinese, but too many of these odd comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-368641853531348204?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/368641853531348204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=368641853531348204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/368641853531348204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/368641853531348204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2010/07/comment-moderation.html' title='Comment Moderation'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-1310064278045970778</id><published>2010-07-09T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T14:27:02.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Step Forward...</title><content type='html'>You know the saying, "One step forward, two back?" That is where I have landed today. Sigh. It is moments like this that are very tempting to despair. Here's my favorite trick in a time like this: Stand in the corner of my yard and start counting blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe things aren't exactly going my way.  Thank God  for HIS way. No matter what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-1310064278045970778?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/1310064278045970778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=1310064278045970778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/1310064278045970778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/1310064278045970778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-step-forward.html' title='One Step Forward...'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-7816455320741051194</id><published>2010-06-30T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T19:06:25.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Important</title><content type='html'>Before I type this, I think I know the answer. Here goes: As a parent you do everything you think you should for your children. Teach them manners, responsibility. (Well, at least try too. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And teach your Faith, about God, Jesus, Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it happens, I should have seen it coming. They turn around and try to talk to their friends. Except.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is not very popular. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do I now teach that is more important to "walk the walk" and say nothing? How do you learn when it is "right" to say something and when it isn't? And most of all, how does a parent explain that sometimes being popular isn't what it is cracked up to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-7816455320741051194?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/7816455320741051194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=7816455320741051194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/7816455320741051194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/7816455320741051194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2010/06/more-important.html' title='More Important'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-8437833943040328716</id><published>2010-06-21T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T03:21:41.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E-Mealz comes through!</title><content type='html'>We had unexpected, but very welcome, guests this weekend. And e-mealz was there for me. I looked through the cabinets, and the menus, found all the ingredients for a Creamy Curry Chicken casserole as well as side dishes! Felt a little teeny bit like Martha Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything wasn't prefect in the house, but not having to drop everything to run to the store really helped alot.  Thank you e-mealz. (The link in on the side bar. Check it out, if you are interested.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-8437833943040328716?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/8437833943040328716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=8437833943040328716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/8437833943040328716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/8437833943040328716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2010/06/e-mealz-comes-through.html' title='E-Mealz comes through!'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-1082223235427755326</id><published>2010-06-08T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T20:55:37.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year Ago?</title><content type='html'>I can't even remember what Holly was doing a year ago. She is so very NOW. As in everything is Right Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/TA8PQ8LCgPI/AAAAAAAAAzA/WbRZ1sLZL4c/s1600/may+151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/TA8PQ8LCgPI/AAAAAAAAAzA/WbRZ1sLZL4c/s400/may+151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480616055237935346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went for our annual visit to the plastic surgeon and the ENT. Everything is fine. There is still a gap in the alveolar arch of Holly's gum which is causing some food to come through her nose. Mostly chocolate and cold stuff. Dr. David said there is not anything to do about it until she has that bone graft around age 9.  I'll probably read about it a little and mostly not worry too much. Anyway, I hope that is my plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/TA8PRsK7bWI/AAAAAAAAAzI/iXrehheAF68/s1600/may+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/TA8PRsK7bWI/AAAAAAAAAzI/iXrehheAF68/s400/may+143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480616068122373474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In this picture she is playing "hide and seek" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;during &lt;/span&gt;dinner. All you have to do to hide is close your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her speech is way ahead of her age, and so are some of her behaviors. She is so adorable, I don't mind the bossy most times. Tonight she asked  "Can I play cat?" Then jumped to the floor and began meowing like our Merlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/TA8PSBpXRDI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/fbJb5OOZLlQ/s1600/may+236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/TA8PSBpXRDI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/fbJb5OOZLlQ/s400/may+236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480616073887171634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is totally priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/TA8PTBz92gI/AAAAAAAAAzY/b6GqRXyf_f8/s1600/S7301264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/TA8PTBz92gI/AAAAAAAAAzY/b6GqRXyf_f8/s400/S7301264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480616091111512578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-1082223235427755326?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/1082223235427755326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=1082223235427755326' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/1082223235427755326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/1082223235427755326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2010/06/year-ago.html' title='A Year Ago?'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/TA8PQ8LCgPI/AAAAAAAAAzA/WbRZ1sLZL4c/s72-c/may+151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-3829544778056496158</id><published>2010-04-23T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T05:12:23.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time, No See</title><content type='html'>Hello, its been a while. Holly has taken over my computer watching Caillou and Dora on Netflix.  A blessing and a curse at the same time, I suppose. I have been reduced to using this really old Windows 2000!) computer.  Not my favorite place to type.  The things we sacrifice for our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is recovering from her heart surgery. Slowly.  She had a couple of unexpected trips to the hospital this week, but seems to be back on track now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to sneak a few minutes later to post pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,too,  for the well wishes and prayers for my sis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-3829544778056496158?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/3829544778056496158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=3829544778056496158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/3829544778056496158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/3829544778056496158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2010/04/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long Time, No See'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-2611034773151010764</id><published>2010-04-18T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T04:17:24.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolled Buttercream Fondant</title><content type='html'>Over the past few weeks, I have done a bit of experimenting with&lt;a href="http://www.wilton.com/recipe/Rolled-Fondant-1"&gt; fondant&lt;/a&gt;. You've seen the pictures of &lt;a href="http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2010/03/third-times-charm.html"&gt;bows made from Wilton Fondant and molding chocolate&lt;/a&gt;. Next was the Easter Cake, that I was determined to make from a simple, tasty fondant recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S9LPOinkPjI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RBPxHtttlNE/s1600/april+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S9LPOinkPjI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RBPxHtttlNE/s400/april+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463657146671709746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried &lt;a href="http://www.wilton.com/recipe/Rolled-Marshmallow-Fondant"&gt;Marshmellow Fondant&lt;/a&gt;, no thanks.  That just did not work for me. Maybe the humidity, the extra "helpers" I had :-) or that I wasn't precise in my measuring? Which brings me back to the "simple, tasty" recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have blogged about the Dixie sugar "&lt;a href="http://www.dixiecrystals.com/fw/main/Fondantly-Fun-Candies-176C875.html?LayoutID=150"&gt;Fondantly Fun&lt;/a&gt;" recipe before, and hands down this is still my favorite. However, I was sure there was some other recipe that would be even better. Let's say more "professional". Seeking this better recipe I went to Allrecipes.com and Cake Central. Both listed the same formula for a "&lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Rolled-Buttercream-Fondant/Detail.aspx"&gt;rolled buttercream fondant&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do NOT ever waste your money on making this recipe. Is it that shortening no longer contains transfat? I do not know. But YUCK. It was as if the sugar and corn syrup were mixed with the shortening but not absorbed by it. It looked like shortening; it felt like shortening. Greasy. Even the picture on the Allrecipes.com website is shiny.  Regular fondant is flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here on, my go to recipe for simple, tasty homemade fondant : &lt;a href="http://www.dixiecrystals.com/fw/main/Fondantly-Fun-Candies-176C875.html?LayoutID=150"&gt;Fondantly Fun&lt;/a&gt;.  You most likely have the ingredients on hand and if you don't they are sold everywhere. Unlike the ingredients for regular fondant (glycerin and glucose? Not available here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips for success are: make the Fondantly Fun in advance. If you have a stand mixer with a dough hook, so fast! Wrap it in plastic and let it sit for a day or two.  Add any extracts for flavor, 1t should be plenty.  Double the recipe really doesn't fit in my mixer, so I make two batches to cover a 9x11 cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a much softer fondant than the regular store bought, therefore it can be harder to work with. Letting it sit, wrapped in plastic for a while helps alot.  Roll the fondant out with lots of powdered sugar.  Lightly brush off the excess sugar after you move it. Any remaining powder will be absorbed by the fondant. (May take a bit, but it will).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What prompted all this in depth analysis of fondant? These cookies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S9LTFRAfOVI/AAAAAAAAAyw/k43DoxyHhPY/s1600/april+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S9LTFRAfOVI/AAAAAAAAAyw/k43DoxyHhPY/s400/april+072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463661385372088658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;were being sold for $7 EACH at a local bakery. Fondant covered sugar cookies. $7. EACH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-2611034773151010764?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/2611034773151010764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=2611034773151010764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/2611034773151010764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/2611034773151010764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2010/04/rolled-buttercream-fondant.html' title='Rolled Buttercream Fondant'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S9LPOinkPjI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RBPxHtttlNE/s72-c/april+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-2132155441990007082</id><published>2010-04-17T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T04:42:11.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>My sister had a "minimally invasive robotic mitral valve " heart surgery this week. She is recovering, but still needing prayers.  Would you add yours to mine, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, please continue to guide the doctors and staff that are caring for my sister. Heal her through and through. Comfort her to give her peace so she can rest and recover. Protect her. Thank you for the miracle of this surgery. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-2132155441990007082?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/2132155441990007082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=2132155441990007082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/2132155441990007082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/2132155441990007082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2010/04/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer Request'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-3891606621710353292</id><published>2010-03-31T04:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T10:10:18.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My God, My God; Why Have You Forsaken Me?</title><content type='html'>The refrain from the psalm hit me hard this Sunday. When our cantor, Johnny, began this pleading, aching refrain, I was caught off guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not ready. That's what I thought. I am NOT ready. Holy Week is here. The passion, the agony, the crowds yelling at Jesus "Crucify Him." And I am not ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of Lent, is about prayer and sacrifice, trying a little harder to be all that God wants for us. Sunday, when I heard that plea, I realized Lent is also about being prepared for Easter. This is a hard week to live in Jesus' footsteps. To hear the readings from the Gospel beginning on Sunday and retold every day up till Easter. How much Jesus suffered for us. The agony. The loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really have to be ready, prepared. Maybe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fortified &lt;/span&gt;is the word I am searching for. Fortified through the sacrifice and prayers of the past 40 days. My attempt at not complaining hasn't been for naught, but was it enough? Did this "fast from complaining" fortify me for the agony of Holy Week? Well, I'm not sure. But here we are, ready or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hide, put my fingers in my ears, Lalalalala, not see or hear what He suffered for me. How could he love me that much? Still, I know He does. I will be there with Him this week. I want to be there. Ready or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a reward. The Empty Tomb. The Upper Room. Jesus Ascending to Heaven! I want to be there too. Are you ready?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-3891606621710353292?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/3891606621710353292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=3891606621710353292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/3891606621710353292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/3891606621710353292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-god-my-god-why-have-you-forsaken-me.html' title='My God, My God; Why Have You Forsaken Me?'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-5698208561273070212</id><published>2010-03-22T07:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T07:32:39.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holly Update</title><content type='html'>Holly is doing really well. Growing, talking, bossing us all around (and we love it!). She loves Super Nanny, Elmo and Caillou. She can do almost everything "by myself". Maybe with just a little help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current decision is dental work. She has two huge cavities that will need crowns.  Just the thought of having Holly under anesthesia &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one more time&lt;/span&gt; is causing me some anxiety.  We are headed for a second opinion next week. First dentist was super nice. But the plan she has laid out is super expensive.  The work needs to be done, don't want Holly to have an abscess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say a prayer for us, please. Feel certain that either way we go Holly will be fine, just don't want anesthesia and a loan to get it done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-5698208561273070212?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/5698208561273070212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=5698208561273070212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/5698208561273070212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/5698208561273070212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2010/03/holly-update.html' title='Holly Update'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-8431436021846974006</id><published>2010-03-18T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T07:27:13.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Recipe of the Week</title><content type='html'>Chili! Of any kind. I love chili, but don't make it often enough. This past winter though, I have gotten to make some of my favs and share it with friends too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago, Aunt Patricia shared a great Taco Chili recipe that we all love. I think you can click on this to see it larger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S6d9_dchcAI/AAAAAAAAAyg/Nwb9TwbdhTk/s1600-h/taco+chili.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S6d9_dchcAI/AAAAAAAAAyg/Nwb9TwbdhTk/s400/taco+chili.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451464403144765442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I had to make the &lt;a href="http://find.myrecipes.com/recipes/recipefinder.dyn?action=displayRecipe&amp;amp;recipe_id=366856"&gt;White Christmas chili &lt;/a&gt;from Southern Living cookobooks I received at Christmas.  When I saw that chili was on the &lt;a href="http://e-mealz.com/amember/go.php?r=79223"&gt;e-mealz &lt;/a&gt;menu this week, I knew I would try it first! The first several ingredients are in the crock pot.  Looking forward to dinner tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-8431436021846974006?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/8431436021846974006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=8431436021846974006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/8431436021846974006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/8431436021846974006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2010/03/favorite-recipe-of-week.html' title='Favorite Recipe of the Week'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S6d9_dchcAI/AAAAAAAAAyg/Nwb9TwbdhTk/s72-c/taco+chili.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-7303393536121638110</id><published>2010-03-13T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T10:51:36.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Time's a Charm</title><content type='html'>It started with my sister's 50th bday cake. That big paisley pink bow. It was so cute. Yet, I thought I could improve upon it. Just happens, that my brother-in-law had a birthday the very next week.  Seizing the moment, I tried again. The bow had more loops, was skinnier and longer. But still not quite what I saw in all those fondant bow pics online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third time did prove to be the charm! My nephew, Peter, is 18! To contribute to the celebration, Anna and I created this "paint ball splat cake".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bow is made from &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Plastic-Chocolate/Detail.aspx"&gt;plastic chocolate&lt;/a&gt; marbled with white fondant. And the chocolate buttercream icing I smoothed out by following the "&lt;a href="http://cakecentral.com/articles/71/how-to-create-faux-fondant-the-paper-smoothing-towel-method-viva"&gt;Viva paper towel&lt;/a&gt;" method. (No I didn't do the soda bottle edge step, just the paper towel step 8 and up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S5vbRzysm1I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/BNUp4Z3kLjw/s1600-h/S7300740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S5vbRzysm1I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/BNUp4Z3kLjw/s400/S7300740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448189273241852754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As an aside, I have over the past few weeks tried this method of icing a cake, &lt;a href="http://members.nuvox.net/%7Ezt.proicer/message/saved/UpsideDownIcing.htm"&gt;upside down&lt;/a&gt;. And failed miserably every time. Is it my frosting recipe? My total lack of patience? Who knows, but what ever the case, every time I peeled off the paper the icing came with it! Good thing the paper towel trick is so handy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S5vbSSK-4qI/AAAAAAAAAyY/iALbC5DwXtc/s1600-h/S7300747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S5vbSSK-4qI/AAAAAAAAAyY/iALbC5DwXtc/s400/S7300747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448189281396777634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anna made the paint ball splats. I knew she would have that art-with-abandon ability to create paint splats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter, Happy Birthday! Hope you won the tournament and thanks for letting me make the cake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-7303393536121638110?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/7303393536121638110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=7303393536121638110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/7303393536121638110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/7303393536121638110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2010/03/third-times-charm.html' title='Third Time&apos;s a Charm'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S5vbRzysm1I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/BNUp4Z3kLjw/s72-c/S7300740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-7249806917080274696</id><published>2010-03-13T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T10:29:33.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Season is It?</title><content type='html'>Can it really be Lent? And I have not posted not one single reflection? Have I had one single reflection this season? It has been tough. The long winter has not helped. Somehow, this past several months, with Holly growing, sleeping, speaking and generally doing well, I have been more depressed than before. Maybe it was all the adrenaline of being on top of everything (surgeries, bottles, medicine, sleeping etc.)  for over a year, or the great amount of prayer we received to carry through all those anxieties that kept the baby blues away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the case, now, I have found myself "tired" all the time.  To overcome what I think is developing into a bad habit, I have given up complaining for Lent. As best I can. I am trying not to talk about being tired and focus on positives! All the many, many blessing we have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for Spring and Family and Church and everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There I said it. If you catch me bemoaning how tired I am, be kind anyway and know that I'm trying to get back in to the wonderful swing of a joyful &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-7249806917080274696?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/7249806917080274696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=7249806917080274696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/7249806917080274696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/7249806917080274696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-season-is-it.html' title='What Season is It?'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-8378056037419890909</id><published>2010-03-07T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T16:09:43.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>With a little initiative</title><content type='html'>and a teeny tiny bit of snow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S5Q-C7q_3jI/AAAAAAAAAyI/7a2UQ9E15zw/s1600-h/february+102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S5Q-C7q_3jI/AAAAAAAAAyI/7a2UQ9E15zw/s400/february+102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446046069496471090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can &lt;/span&gt;create a snowman!&lt;br /&gt;Even in the south, in March. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This weekend though, no snow. Lots of sunshine.  We all enjoyed that!  Even if most of today was spent raking up the remaining of leaves from fall. My oldest did protest a little, "hey, isn't Sunday a day of rest?" My reply?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is a day to rest from our daily activities, our normal work. Raking leaves in March could hardly be considered "normal".  The exercise and fresh air is a great way to reflect on the Holy Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the kids enjoy running through the yard playing hide and seek for a little bit, inspired by the freshly (finally) uncovered ground and near 60 temperatures.  And Lee Sr. and I enjoyed watching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We beat back a little nature, reclaimed some ground that we can call "yard". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fall &lt;/span&gt;chores are over just in time for Spring. Good thing we made the most of the snow days in between!&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/7478995847079442940-8378056037419890909?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/8378056037419890909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=8378056037419890909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/8378056037419890909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/8378056037419890909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2010/03/with-little-initiative.html' title='With a little initiative'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S5Q-C7q_3jI/AAAAAAAAAyI/7a2UQ9E15zw/s72-c/february+102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-6067925237872608503</id><published>2010-02-25T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T16:06:49.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Recipe of the Week</title><content type='html'>We all love Chicken Pie! A local chef makes one out of chicken, sauce and crust. Unbelievably delicious. My mom makes one out of chicken, soup and peas. We love that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://e-mealz.com/amember/go.php?r=79223"&gt;E-Mealz &lt;/a&gt;had chicken pie on the menu for the week and I knew it would be a hit.  This recipe included two cans of soup, cheese, mixed veggies, onion, mushrooms, chicken and (my all time favorite spice) poultry seasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pics. It was gone before it cooled. Complete success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-6067925237872608503?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/6067925237872608503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=6067925237872608503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/6067925237872608503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/6067925237872608503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2010/02/favorite-recipe-of-week_25.html' title='Favorite Recipe of the Week'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-517486317665758564</id><published>2010-02-23T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T08:47:33.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer for Young People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O God, we pray and beseech you&lt;br /&gt;to guide and protect  young people&lt;br /&gt;from the dangers that are ever&lt;br /&gt;present in our world  today.&lt;br /&gt;Be with them, as they  experience&lt;br /&gt;both sickness and health, sorrow and joy,&lt;br /&gt;loneliness and  friendship,&lt;br /&gt;success and failure.&lt;br /&gt;Gracious God, give to them the&lt;br /&gt;courage and strength to make the&lt;br /&gt;right decisions as they journey through  life.&lt;br /&gt;Through the power of the Holy Spirit,&lt;br /&gt;may they come to know and  experience&lt;br /&gt;your loving care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make  this prayer&lt;br /&gt;through Christ Our Lord.  Amen.&lt;br /&gt;St. Mary's Catholic Parish; Papakura, New Zealand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-517486317665758564?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/517486317665758564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=517486317665758564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/517486317665758564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/517486317665758564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2010/02/prayer-for-young-people.html' title='Prayer for Young People'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-3359642236064112196</id><published>2010-02-21T17:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T17:38:06.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Occasion = Special Cake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S4Ha9DGT5rI/AAAAAAAAAx4/53VVM04lKXs/s1600-h/BG10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S4Ha9DGT5rI/AAAAAAAAAx4/53VVM04lKXs/s400/BG10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440870567178921650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister Michele celebrated her 50th birthday this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;(Here's Michele with proud parents, Mom and Dad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S4Ha9G4wqkI/AAAAAAAAAyA/aYwCwFgimL0/s1600-h/BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S4Ha9G4wqkI/AAAAAAAAAyA/aYwCwFgimL0/s400/BG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440870568195828290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teresa and Mary Scott managed to plan a terrific surprise party. The "decoy" plan was for the girls to get our toe nails painted. The real plan was to surprise Michele back at her house when we were through! And it worked. She was surprised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly, such a momentous occasion deserves a special cake. Inspired by Bakerella's recent &lt;a href="http://www.bakerella.com/valentines-day/"&gt;Valentine's Day post, &lt;/a&gt;I decided to make something really over the top. Well, over the top for me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S4HaxWL0zLI/AAAAAAAAAxw/DREbst1t_T0/s1600-h/february+091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S4HaxWL0zLI/AAAAAAAAAxw/DREbst1t_T0/s400/february+091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440870366143892658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I printed some scrapbook papers on card stock from &lt;a href="http://www.scrapbookflair.com/"&gt;Scrapbook Flair&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.shabbyprincess.com/downloads.asp"&gt;Shabby Princess.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took these to Harris Teeter to be reprinted on Frosting Sheets with food color. (Ok, this is the one time I prefer Wal-mart but their printer was broken. Somehow Harris Teeter always resizes my pages to be slightly smaller. You will see why this matters in a minute.)&lt;br /&gt;Above is the paisley frosting paper, now cut into strips and adhered to fondant with a little Crisco. A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt;. Who wants to taste Crisco? Just a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S4HaxJNWVCI/AAAAAAAAAxo/oaRNMsQCYvA/s1600-h/february+090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S4HaxJNWVCI/AAAAAAAAAxo/oaRNMsQCYvA/s400/february+090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440870362660623394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once the paper was cut and added to the fondant, I shaped the strips in to this lovely bows. The online directions say to hang these pieces over a dowel stick. But they stood just fine like this. These dried overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, party day, cut the ends of the ribbons because they were too long and bulky to make a nice bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have pictures of the next step because got nervous. Once you bake, cool and ice the cake, you have to attach the rest of the frosting sheets, using frosting this time.  Cut the remaining sheets into strips to cover the entire rest of the cake. I wanted to make a "Vera Bradley" like present cake.  (You can just see how the paper was a tiny bit small to cover the top of the cake. I thought that might happen, so got an extra sheet of that print.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tah-dah! A very special cake for a very special occasion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S4HawpJjEuI/AAAAAAAAAxg/CgiunOYS5AA/s1600-h/february+100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S4HawpJjEuI/AAAAAAAAAxg/CgiunOYS5AA/s400/february+100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440870354054746850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy 50th Birthday Michele!&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/7478995847079442940-3359642236064112196?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/3359642236064112196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=3359642236064112196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/3359642236064112196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/3359642236064112196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2010/02/special-occasion-special-cake.html' title='Special Occasion = Special Cake!'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S4Ha9DGT5rI/AAAAAAAAAx4/53VVM04lKXs/s72-c/BG10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-4027187886369439282</id><published>2010-02-16T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T09:06:16.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nicest Thing</title><content type='html'>Is it the weather, the lack of sunlight, the rain? Or still seeing the leaves in my yard, a new record. Leaves still needing to be raked in February! What ever the reason, I have been feeling low lately.  Behind in everything, laundry, dishes, leaves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So super nice today when out of the blue a friend brought me coffee and homemade chocolate cheesecake to the YMCA. I didn't even have to share (but I did because I could)! You know how good that feels? To get to offer, instead of the kids taking first? Not that I mind sharing with the children. Just really nice to be able to get to "offer" first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;a href="http://ourbakersdozen.wordpress.com/about/"&gt;SuperMom&lt;/a&gt; has a new blog, if you'd like to stop by for a little visit. I have particularly taken time to reflect on &lt;a href="http://ourbakersdozen.wordpress.com/2010/02/11/a-no-bad-no-good-terrible/"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;, since it I've been feeling out of sorts. You might appreciate it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make a good morning better, another friend picked up an outfit for Holly, just because. Lent begins tomorrow, and I will start the 40 days with a full heart, knowing good friends surround me and that I have many blessings. Looking forward to Easter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-4027187886369439282?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/4027187886369439282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=4027187886369439282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/4027187886369439282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/4027187886369439282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2010/02/nicest-thing.html' title='The Nicest Thing'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-4383761944151274967</id><published>2010-02-14T06:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T07:13:22.232-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='e-mealz review'/><title type='text'>Favorite Recipe of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S3gQeiRJbmI/AAAAAAAAAxY/1avwQSa6doY/s1600-h/february+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S3gQeiRJbmI/AAAAAAAAAxY/1avwQSa6doY/s400/february+029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438114666830720610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Broccoli Cheddar Quiche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ever since I read Julia Child's book about her life in France, I have been enjoying making quiche. After all, it is the signature recipe she made when she was a guest on talk shows in the beginning. And it is most likely the only remotely "french" dish I will ever make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you go wrong with eggs, milk, cheese and broccoli? Happy to see it on the menu this past week from &lt;a href="http://e-mealz.com/amember/go.php?r=79223"&gt;E-Mealz&lt;/a&gt;! I added a little bacon and should have added onions. Still delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a special for today only over at &lt;a href="http://e-mealz.com/amember/go.php?r=79223"&gt;E-Mealz.com&lt;/a&gt;, enter the code IHEARTEMEALZ to receive a discount on a new subscription!&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/7478995847079442940-4383761944151274967?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/4383761944151274967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=4383761944151274967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/4383761944151274967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/4383761944151274967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2010/02/favorite-recipe-of-week.html' title='Favorite Recipe of the Week'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S3gQeiRJbmI/AAAAAAAAAxY/1avwQSa6doY/s72-c/february+029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-8051852035695202797</id><published>2010-02-09T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T17:17:01.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Valentines Day!</title><content type='html'>Ohhhh I found a great site tonight with really cute Catholic Valentines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit &lt;a href="http://catholicicing.blogspot.com/2010/02/catholic-st-valentines-day-crafts-feb.html"&gt;Catholic Icing&lt;/a&gt; to see more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-8051852035695202797?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/8051852035695202797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=8051852035695202797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/8051852035695202797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/8051852035695202797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-st-valentines-day.html' title='Happy St. Valentines Day!'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-8181444665124095852</id><published>2010-02-04T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T10:29:35.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Wrong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S2sRVfwvPWI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/_HJ0rSG2J0Y/s1600-h/january+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S2sRVfwvPWI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/_HJ0rSG2J0Y/s400/january+054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434456436353482082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture of Mommy and Daddy in the time out chair.&lt;br /&gt;Um, Holly is something bothering you?&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/7478995847079442940-8181444665124095852?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/8181444665124095852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=8181444665124095852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/8181444665124095852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/8181444665124095852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2010/02/something-wrong.html' title='Something Wrong?'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S2sRVfwvPWI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/_HJ0rSG2J0Y/s72-c/january+054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-7155205245374870528</id><published>2010-02-01T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T14:12:58.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Perfect White Blanket</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S2dRoC6TJZI/AAAAAAAAAxI/LiVIdqvpUek/s1600-h/january+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S2dRoC6TJZI/AAAAAAAAAxI/LiVIdqvpUek/s400/january+043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433401223863805330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anna and Sophie get ready to sled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S2dRnkk5h2I/AAAAAAAAAxA/MRFJglSQja4/s1600-h/january+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S2dRnkk5h2I/AAAAAAAAAxA/MRFJglSQja4/s400/january+040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433401215720982370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill can not believe I have to take another picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S2dQbdtP_7I/AAAAAAAAAw4/bRXuVD9WYw0/s1600-h/january+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S2dQbdtP_7I/AAAAAAAAAw4/bRXuVD9WYw0/s400/january+028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433399908206903218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly likes the snow...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;in theory. Not reality.&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/7478995847079442940-7155205245374870528?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/7155205245374870528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=7155205245374870528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/7155205245374870528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/7155205245374870528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2010/02/perfect-white-blanket.html' title='A Perfect White Blanket'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S2dRoC6TJZI/AAAAAAAAAxI/LiVIdqvpUek/s72-c/january+043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-37838828136355824</id><published>2010-01-22T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T09:39:36.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E-Mealz Review Continued</title><content type='html'>My goodness! I thought I had posted this a long time ago. Sigh. Chalk it up to one of those things that sifts to the bottom of the list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are enjoying the &lt;a href="http://e-mealz.com/amember/go.php?r=79223"&gt;E-Mealz&lt;/a&gt; grocery list service enough to keep with it after about 2 months. The first month, my grocery bill was cut almost IN HALF. Half. Do you really want to know the numbers? I'm embarrassed to say but in October I spent close to $900 on groceries. That is what no list, no coupons, and relying on the little "sale" signs will get you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in Novemeber spent about $500!  That's just a little more than half. With just downloading and printing the list from &lt;a href="http://e-mealz.com/amember/go.php?r=79223"&gt;E-Mealz&lt;/a&gt;. Since we eat almost every meal at home, 6 people, that is pretty amazing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I compared this to the same month at the height of my coupon clipping days: Same exact same. Back in the day, when I was clipping coupons, printing coupons, saving the sale papers, and planning lists just like the professionals (i.e. &lt;a href="http://www.thecouponmom.com/"&gt;www.thecouponmom.com&lt;/a&gt;) suggest,  I would spend about $500 a month on groceries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except none of the work. Just sign on to E-Mealz, print the list and go shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now December was a different story, with the rain and baking, I could not make myself go to Aldi's. However, after the second week in a row of shopping at the other stores and spending $200 and still not having enough food in the house for a complete meal, I am back to the E-Mealz Aldi's plan again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went last Saturday, and was happy to wake up today, Friday and realize that we still had food in the house for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Hooray! All for $140 for the whole week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a link on the side to the website, check it out if you are interested!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-37838828136355824?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/37838828136355824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=37838828136355824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/37838828136355824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/37838828136355824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2010/01/e-mealz-review-continued.html' title='E-Mealz Review Continued'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-7747603655833658067</id><published>2010-01-19T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T05:49:36.309-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcake'/><title type='text'>What do you do when it doesn't snow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S1Why-oRIZI/AAAAAAAAAww/JgLIvhTl-98/s1600-h/january+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S1Why-oRIZI/AAAAAAAAAww/JgLIvhTl-98/s400/january+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428422823042425234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The forecast predicated snow last week, they were sure we would get "something". But alas, nothing fell in our county.  Anna and I did the next best thing: baked! We didn't even have cupcake liners, but since this was for fun and friends, we plowed on. All the while wistful for the snow that wasn't.  I'll keep hoping for snow. "Hey, it could happen."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-7747603655833658067?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/7747603655833658067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=7747603655833658067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/7747603655833658067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/7747603655833658067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-do-you-do-when-it-doesnt-snow.html' title='What do you do when it doesn&apos;t snow?'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S1Why-oRIZI/AAAAAAAAAww/JgLIvhTl-98/s72-c/january+021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-7853577730823410230</id><published>2010-01-05T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T04:09:54.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frenemies?</title><content type='html'>What happened? I'm not sure. But sometime recently, Holly got a new-not-better attitude regarding her friend &lt;a href="http://www.mum2twelve.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cecilia&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after Cici's birthday, I asked Holly about Cici:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Holly is Cici your friend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly: "Cici. Noying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked! Up till now Cici has been a much discussed "baby. crawling."  I can only guess, that since Holly began singing "Happy Birthday to Holly" again, that she was less than pleased with Cici being the center of attention at the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope Holly forgets about this soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-7853577730823410230?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/7853577730823410230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=7853577730823410230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/7853577730823410230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/7853577730823410230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2010/01/frenemies.html' title='Frenemies?'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-2563840622279318816</id><published>2010-01-05T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T07:10:10.822-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcake'/><title type='text'>It would be a Blue Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without any Christmas cookies&lt;/span&gt;! I thought long and hard about Martha Stewart and her gift box of just 4 perfect gingerbread cookies.  (Can't find the link on her page, but saw the gift idea on a show last year.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just couldn't do it. 4 cookies, even perfect ones seems so&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; grinchy&lt;/span&gt;.  Here's what I did do this season, once the serious baking began:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S0MmzYv0RUI/AAAAAAAAAv0/TFeYLFokxZA/s1600-h/december+165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S0MmzYv0RUI/AAAAAAAAAv0/TFeYLFokxZA/s400/december+165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423221040542401858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S0MmzIIutQI/AAAAAAAAAvs/vO-iUOfIh2g/s1600-h/december+164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S0MmzIIutQI/AAAAAAAAAvs/vO-iUOfIh2g/s400/december+164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423221036083492098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S0Mmym8i57I/AAAAAAAAAvk/LSv6o5bq5Jg/s1600-h/december+163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S0Mmym8i57I/AAAAAAAAAvk/LSv6o5bq5Jg/s400/december+163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423221027174016946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S0MmyNJSRDI/AAAAAAAAAvc/dDkDdzEAcOs/s1600-h/december+133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S0MmyNJSRDI/AAAAAAAAAvc/dDkDdzEAcOs/s400/december+133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423221020248130610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yum! The Poinsetta cookies are my favorite for this year. I used icing sheets, a rubber stamp, and food colorings to paint in the flowers.  Love that! and found really neat sprinkles at Aldi's this year, can you see the teeny-tiny gingerbread people on the hand of the giant gingerbread boys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a whole New Year of baking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-2563840622279318816?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/2563840622279318816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=2563840622279318816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/2563840622279318816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/2563840622279318816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-would-be-blue-christmas.html' title='It would be a Blue Christmas'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/S0MmzYv0RUI/AAAAAAAAAv0/TFeYLFokxZA/s72-c/december+165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-6998502487017062643</id><published>2010-01-02T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T09:18:10.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Screaming</title><content type='html'>Sounds like a B movie horror flick, doesn't it? There is no other way to describe the volume that Holly communicates at.  I am so grateful for her words, and how well she speaks them.  It is just the screaming, all the time, that is wearing me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as she wakes up till bedtime. Today she was in time out 3 times for screaming before 7 am. No joke. Holly can say "Baby screaming. Time out." That is a little sad for me, but important to break this awful habit now.  Part of our problem, I think, is that she can speak now, but doesn't always remember. So she screams first, sometimes stopping if I can get her to "use your words."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the other part is that she is 2.  However, when people chalk it all up to Terrible Twos, I have to resist pointing out my other three children. Three older children. I know the Terrible Twos. I have been there before.  Holly really does take this to another level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a comparison consider little boys described as "Danger Boys". You know them. All little boys seek out some type of trouble, but there is another level for some. Those "Danger Boys" boys. Holly is like that, except with screaming.  Another level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far my strategy is three parts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;the schedule, to help her adjust to routines around our home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trying really hard to answer her the first time she speaks, not hesitating. Hesitating leads to lots of screaming. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;time out chair, for when she is just screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reminding myself of all the wonderful beautiful things about Holly and how well she will do as an adult.  She will take on the world one day...and win.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;If you are dealing with your own two year old, know that I am offering up a little suffering over here for you :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-6998502487017062643?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/6998502487017062643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=6998502487017062643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/6998502487017062643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/6998502487017062643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2010/01/screaming.html' title='The Screaming'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-3798753183408322388</id><published>2010-01-02T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T07:58:30.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holly Hair</title><content type='html'>I didn't even wish you all a Merry Christmas...Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! The holiday season has been good, really good. Even with a stomach virus hitting the whole family after Christmas Day. Much better than last year (aka The Christmas With a Leaf in Holly's Nose).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However with all the celebrating and occasions to look really nice, it has been Holly's wild-life-of-its-own hair that has occupied too much of my thoughts :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First let me say this is what Holly's hair looks like most of the time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sz9sTQqjVKI/AAAAAAAAAus/94w1BxVE2CM/s1600-h/january+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sz9sTQqjVKI/AAAAAAAAAus/94w1BxVE2CM/s400/january+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422171554524124322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when Anna and I both try really hard to tame the tresses, for a special occasion, say Christmas, Holly can look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sz9safAMeTI/AAAAAAAAAvU/Xs__O41pGwI/s1600-h/christmas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sz9safAMeTI/AAAAAAAAAvU/Xs__O41pGwI/s400/christmas2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422171678632081714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sz9sU16K6YI/AAAAAAAAAvM/EFTgFoI7kkM/s1600-h/christmas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sz9sU16K6YI/AAAAAAAAAvM/EFTgFoI7kkM/s400/christmas1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422171581701613954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, the hair cut. On Christmas morning. She was in my lap, the scissors were near by. I just had to do it. And now after a week of snipping a little bit here and there while Holly was distracted, I think we have hit upon a New Look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sz9sUrN8iTI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ui22ZXstAtE/s1600-h/january+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sz9sUrN8iTI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ui22ZXstAtE/s400/january+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422171578831767858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sz9sUBTUckI/AAAAAAAAAu8/KWsFW2X4Sss/s1600-h/january+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sz9sUBTUckI/AAAAAAAAAu8/KWsFW2X4Sss/s400/january+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422171567580017218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sz9sT7VZqfI/AAAAAAAAAu0/nufh1cuBhE0/s1600-h/january+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sz9sT7VZqfI/AAAAAAAAAu0/nufh1cuBhE0/s400/january+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422171565978135026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New Year, New You works for toddlers too! Now if we can just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cut out the screaming....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-3798753183408322388?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/3798753183408322388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=3798753183408322388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/3798753183408322388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/3798753183408322388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2010/01/holly-hair.html' title='Holly Hair'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sz9sTQqjVKI/AAAAAAAAAus/94w1BxVE2CM/s72-c/january+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-843553745911268740</id><published>2009-12-21T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T04:22:38.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow?!?</title><content type='html'>Snow in December in Carolina. That is a rare thing. And I did not get one single picture. Can't believe it.  But really, I can. This weekend was the Dedication of our new church home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember the cake? The whole time it was snowing, I was working on the cake thinking, "this is crazy. I'll never be able to get there with this cake. Why is it snowing, now?!" Well, for all my agonizing over the snow, not only did we get to the church with the cake, on time, over 800 other people did too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think these will be the best snow pictures I could have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-31400a3cc836471c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D31400a3cc836471c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330373711%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7EE315EA98D6F4E4CF780102074FE6BFDAAFDBC1.2A484B5EF8A2CBED3E0103DC1AED04434D192E7B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D31400a3cc836471c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuiM0_eHRs1GLPHLGNPoXYEiiFTA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D31400a3cc836471c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330373711%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7EE315EA98D6F4E4CF780102074FE6BFDAAFDBC1.2A484B5EF8A2CBED3E0103DC1AED04434D192E7B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D31400a3cc836471c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuiM0_eHRs1GLPHLGNPoXYEiiFTA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/7478995847079442940-843553745911268740?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/843553745911268740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=843553745911268740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/843553745911268740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/843553745911268740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow.html' title='Snow?!?'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-1854803735557959538</id><published>2009-12-15T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T05:50:01.721-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcake'/><title type='text'>5 Days till Cake!</title><content type='html'>No really, the important part is the dedication of our new church home. But my little part is this cake :-)  Glad to celebrate with cake making, then I don't have to be sad about leaving the church where I have celebrated so many major moments of life. Looking forward to new milestones in our new church home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the cake topper picture so far. Now I just have to let it dry and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't mess with it&lt;/span&gt; till Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SyfunXuG2DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/vyDwIe6kRR4/s1600-h/december+131+Standard+e-mail+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 386px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SyfunXuG2DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/vyDwIe6kRR4/s400/december+131+Standard+e-mail+view.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415559437086021682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drawing in the background was my paper plan. The container of fondant I bought to make sure the black was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;juuuust&lt;/span&gt; right.  This Satin Ice was easy to work with but literally started to dry out before I was even through cutting it.  The finish on the black piece isn't quite smooth. But my son assures me no one will notice. (We will after all be celebrating the new church home, not the cake! Good thing I have children to keep me grounded.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-1854803735557959538?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/1854803735557959538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=1854803735557959538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/1854803735557959538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/1854803735557959538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/12/5-days-till-cake.html' title='5 Days till Cake!'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SyfunXuG2DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/vyDwIe6kRR4/s72-c/december+131+Standard+e-mail+view.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-440165438106771729</id><published>2009-12-11T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T15:04:22.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeschool Schedule</title><content type='html'>Lots of things can be said about a homeschool schedule. The best thing though is to be flexible. Because you really never know what is going to happen. On the other hand, an actual schedule can be effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reluctant to put something down on paper. Mostly because the schedules I've seen on other websites seem so...complicated. But after a few days of terrible two's something had to change. And that means a clear, simple schedule for the Our Lady of Good Remedy Catholic School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a schedule that is consistent day to day and would incorporate most of the things we already do. Like the 10:30-11:30 time slot will accommodate PE on Tuesday with out too much second guessing about who is doing what. (PE is actually from 11-12, so I'll be with Holly at 10: 30 anyway getting her dressed. And the usual outside time with Bill is nicely replaced with playtime in the nursery at the YMCA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After naptime is anybody's guess! We never know how long Holly will nap and the other children's activities vary from day to day. Science and Art class some days, Students in Training on Wednesday, friends over or grocery shopping, and Karate class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chores, if you notice are daily and the same everyday for everyone. Bored with doing the same chores? Too bad.  Sometimes life is boring. If that seems too "boot camp" like, well, its just 30 minutes out of the day.  And I like things simple and uncomplicated. And what a great opportunity to offer up this small act of service for your family :-) Each child is to do their best, I help with what I can and after 30 mins, chores stop, school starts.  I finish up what's left as the day goes on. With help from Holly, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SylnA2khe5I/AAAAAAAAAug/IUE7hm2TQb4/s1600-h/sched.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SylnA2khe5I/AAAAAAAAAug/IUE7hm2TQb4/s400/sched.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415973291236096914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time's up! I love that my to do list includes crayons and play dough, along with laundry and cooking. Off to play with Holly. Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Edited 12/15 After a few days of trying out the new schedule, I think we have a successful plan. Holly is still a handful, but with everyone knowing when their turn is, school is getting done.&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, I didn't list prayer time, but we always start the 9am school day with prayer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-440165438106771729?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/440165438106771729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=440165438106771729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/440165438106771729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/440165438106771729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/12/homeschool-schedule.html' title='Homeschool Schedule'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SylnA2khe5I/AAAAAAAAAug/IUE7hm2TQb4/s72-c/sched.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-6662300816277229347</id><published>2009-12-05T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T05:17:36.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SxpcuhCs4qI/AAAAAAAAAuI/XUTXTA43iCI/s1600-h/11-13-2009+12%3B55%3B16PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SxpcuhCs4qI/AAAAAAAAAuI/XUTXTA43iCI/s400/11-13-2009+12%3B55%3B16PM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411739856452510370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little blurry, but the actual rose window in our church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon our new church will be dedicated. I can't wait! The building is so beautiful and large. No more cramped standing room only.  Although several major moments of my life have been in our current church building and I will miss this, I can not wait for our new church home to be completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A major part of our church has always been the stained glass windows. Massive, gorgeous art of several Saints, one of Mary and one of Jesus. Those were moved out of the old church a few months ago. I can't wait to see them again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Easter, Mary Frances asked if I would make one (there will be a few) of the cakes for the church dedication. I was thrilled. And have been planning the cake ever since. The inspiration for the cake came from the windows and this &lt;a href="http://www3.jcpenney.com/jcp/X6.aspx?DeptID=57089&amp;amp;CatID=58093&amp;amp;GrpTyp=PRD&amp;amp;ItemID=1244a55&amp;amp;attrtype=&amp;amp;attrvalue=&amp;amp;CMID=&amp;amp;Fltr=&amp;amp;Srt=&amp;amp;QL=F&amp;amp;IND=1&amp;amp;cmVirtualCat=&amp;amp;CmCatId=58093"&gt;ad in a magazine.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that like almost like a stained glass window? Maybe, if you squint your eyes. And picture it in color. So I began to scan pictures, print, and color my plan.... I hope to use the pie topper to cut out the pieces in fondant and assemble it on the cake. Black fondant has been ordered. The rest I will make.  Here's the idea in black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SxpcuNKSN5I/AAAAAAAAAuA/KlX8GmYBJ2Q/s1600-h/11-13-2009+06%3B06%3B43PM3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SxpcuNKSN5I/AAAAAAAAAuA/KlX8GmYBJ2Q/s400/11-13-2009+06%3B06%3B43PM3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411739851115607954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll have to wait with me, to see the whole thing in color! Say a prayer or two for me, that this plan works! I so want to create something special for a really special day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-6662300816277229347?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/6662300816277229347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=6662300816277229347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/6662300816277229347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/6662300816277229347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/12/cake-plans.html' title='Cake Plans'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SxpcuhCs4qI/AAAAAAAAAuI/XUTXTA43iCI/s72-c/11-13-2009+12%3B55%3B16PM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-8553805222003704872</id><published>2009-12-05T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T04:46:19.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Cake, A Lot of Elmo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SxpVo2e2qAI/AAAAAAAAAt4/kIUsWumIgYA/s1600-h/december+086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SxpVo2e2qAI/AAAAAAAAAt4/kIUsWumIgYA/s400/december+086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411732062547126274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SxpVoTHoe7I/AAAAAAAAAtw/XKJa7zrqyGQ/s1600-h/december+088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SxpVoTHoe7I/AAAAAAAAAtw/XKJa7zrqyGQ/s400/december+088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411732053054487474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SxpVnyYDtbI/AAAAAAAAAto/GTYOhNNrW2Q/s1600-h/december+087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SxpVnyYDtbI/AAAAAAAAAto/GTYOhNNrW2Q/s400/december+087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411732044265010610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years. Two years. I can't believe Holly is already &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt;.  Over the last 6 months Holly has just grown up! She is talking really well. Has great control of "command sentences". She loves to say "Sing. Guys. HappyKnowIt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the no-daily-medicine thing is like a miracle to me. Occasionally, Holly still needs Zyrtec. But no Prevacid, no Nexium, no Mylicon and definitely no Tylenol almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Holly spends lots of time like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SxpUpcWXplI/AAAAAAAAAtY/L57S5rJf84k/s1600-h/december+081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SxpUpcWXplI/AAAAAAAAAtY/L57S5rJf84k/s400/december+081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411730973200459346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also spends some time like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SxpUpjfPJOI/AAAAAAAAAtg/MQcONv6L-FI/s1600-h/december+090a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SxpUpjfPJOI/AAAAAAAAAtg/MQcONv6L-FI/s400/december+090a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411730975116698850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Beautiful Little One Feather!&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/7478995847079442940-8553805222003704872?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/8553805222003704872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=8553805222003704872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/8553805222003704872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/8553805222003704872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-cake-lot-of-elmo.html' title='A Little Cake, A Lot of Elmo!'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SxpVo2e2qAI/AAAAAAAAAt4/kIUsWumIgYA/s72-c/december+086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-3386282855167148069</id><published>2009-12-04T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T03:32:12.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace, Joy Part 8</title><content type='html'>Last post on the subject. There is just a few more things to consider when you want to keep strife out of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want is peace, what I want to avoid is disharmony, quarrels, hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing creates an environment for gossip and harmful chatter quicker than a group of women. (Hey, I am a woman. I can say that.) Years ago, I used to scrapbook with a very lovely bunch of women. All of us young mothers. Most of us with kids in the same preschool. Still, I knew those scrapbooking nights were prime opportunities to gossip. And that meant disharmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted that verse from Psalms in my scrapbook box where I would see it. Set a guard, LORD, before my mouth, a gatekeeper at my lips Psalm 141:3 Some days, I wish I could have it on a teleprompter everywhere I go! It is so important to watch what you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every encounter you have is a chance to see Jesus. We will end this reflection on finding Peace and Joy in the midst of hurt feelings with the following verses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, open my eyes to hear your word and my heart to understand. Help me to recognize strife when it occurs and to strive instead to see you in every situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mild answer calms wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger. Proverbs 15:18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strive for peace with everyone, and for that holiness without which no one will see the Lord. Hebrews 12:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, if you bring your gift to the altar, and there recall that your brother has anything against you, leave your gift there at the altar, go first and be reconciled with your brother, and then come and offer your gift. Matthew 5:23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Peter approaching asked him, "Lord, if my brother sins against me, how often must I forgive him? As many as seven times?" Jesus answered, "I say to you, not seven times but seventy-seven times. Matthew 18:21-22&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-3386282855167148069?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/3386282855167148069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=3386282855167148069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/3386282855167148069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/3386282855167148069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/12/peace-joy-part-8.html' title='Peace, Joy Part 8'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-668793237123873776</id><published>2009-12-03T08:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T09:04:38.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Making of a Christmas Star</title><content type='html'>Almost as soon as the &lt;a href="http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-no-christmas.html"&gt;Festival of Trees&lt;/a&gt; was over last year, I began crafting a star for this year's tree. That was right in the middle of Anna and I cutting out lots and lots of paper snowflakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A star took shape pretty quickly from cutting out a snowflake and then gluing it to a dowel, in a few layers to make it 3-D. However, by June, that star wasn't looking so hot. In fact, it was drooping. Mostly because the middle section of the snowflake was cut out. Perfect for a snowflake, but not for a 3-D standing star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The search was on for a better star than the one I made last year, which I loved :-) And I hope my Aunt Jackie did too, since this is all for her Christmas tree. I found this &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20onblur=%22try%20%7Bparent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully%28%29;%7D%20catch%28e%29%20%7B%7D%22%20href=%22http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SxftA7rCZzI/AAAAAAAAAtI/sRoNbyplaXE/s1600-h/december+071.JPG%22%3E%3Cimg%20style=%22margin:%200px%20auto%2010px;%20display:%20block;%20text-align:%20center;%20cursor:%20pointer;%20width:%20400px;%20height:%20400px;%22%20src=%22http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SxftA7rCZzI/AAAAAAAAAtI/sRoNbyplaXE/s400/december+071.JPG%22%20alt=%22%22%20id=%22BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411054077582927666%22%20border=%220%22%20/%3E%3C/a%3E"&gt;youtube &lt;/a&gt;video and thought I had landed on something.  Even though the video is in fast forward mode (!) I was able to make this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SxftA7rCZzI/AAAAAAAAAtI/sRoNbyplaXE/s1600-h/december+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SxftA7rCZzI/AAAAAAAAAtI/sRoNbyplaXE/s400/december+071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411054077582927666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Anna's help we added the sparkle of glitter. And I liked it. But not enough. Today,  I tried again, cutting the points a little pointier (is that a word?) and added some cut outs, like in a snowflake for texture.  The results? A perfect paper star for my Aunt Jackie's tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SxftBfgzS0I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/wDOG_YufZUQ/s1600-h/december+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SxftBfgzS0I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/wDOG_YufZUQ/s400/december+070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411054087203670850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is the tree decorating day, and the Festival runs through the weekend in Downtown Salisbury.  Last year there were over 50 trees decorated! This is such a fun event.  Glad we can be apart of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-668793237123873776?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/668793237123873776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=668793237123873776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/668793237123873776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/668793237123873776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/12/making-of-christmas-star.html' title='The Making of a Christmas Star'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SxftA7rCZzI/AAAAAAAAAtI/sRoNbyplaXE/s72-c/december+071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-1725819362313979631</id><published>2009-11-25T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T09:23:31.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>Plenty to be thankful for, never stop being grateful for the prayers and support over the last two years. Holly is doing super great as well as the rest of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, God, your mercy and care.  Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And a little cake humor for holidays...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-1725819362313979631?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/1725819362313979631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=1725819362313979631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/1725819362313979631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/1725819362313979631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-2464668497626794036</id><published>2009-11-24T04:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T03:57:27.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace, Joy Part 7</title><content type='html'>Really can there be more to say about this? Yes, because sometimes strife is caused by more than just one thing. Maybe its a bunch of little things. That all add up. Then what do you do, when you find yourself in my original predicament? Thinking "I can't believe they just did that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My part is to stop strife before it spreads. I have to mind my own business, be aware of my own motives, and especially my own words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, open my eyes to hear your word and my heart to understand. Help me to recognize strife when it occurs and to strive instead to see you in every situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The start of strife is like the opening of a dam; therefore, check a quarrel before it begins! Proverbs 17:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set a guard, LORD, before my mouth, a gatekeeper at my lips Psalm 141:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ill-tempered man stirs up strife, but a patient man allays discord. Proverbs 15:18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fool immediately shows his anger, but the shrewd man passes over an insult. Proverbs 12:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was insulted, he returned no insult; when he suffered, he did not threaten; instead, he handed himself over to the one who judges justly. 1 Peter 2:23&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-2464668497626794036?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/2464668497626794036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=2464668497626794036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/2464668497626794036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/2464668497626794036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/11/peace-joy-part-7.html' title='Peace, Joy Part 7'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-1327014264306111554</id><published>2009-11-23T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T17:10:21.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie Mojo</title><content type='html'>Christmas Season is fast approaching.  The Olympics of Cookie Baking at our house! And so far, I am feeling like I have lost the cookie mojo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two batches of gingersnaps weren't all that snappy. I tried a mix, because &lt;a href="http://www.bakerella.com"&gt;Bakerella&lt;/a&gt; has had so much success, but the flavor was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;off&lt;/span&gt;. Way off. I couldn't eat them. Then I tried another attempt with a new recipe. All I can say about that is they tasted good. But didn't look so hot. Certainly not Christmas-gift-worthy.  Since cookies are my main gift, I really want both: looks delicious &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;is delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this is pre-season jitters. That cookie mojo better kick in soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-1327014264306111554?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/1327014264306111554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=1327014264306111554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/1327014264306111554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/1327014264306111554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/11/cookie-mojo.html' title='Cookie Mojo'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-8298415329330187238</id><published>2009-11-23T08:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T09:11:43.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace, Joy Part 6</title><content type='html'>If you can recognize strife when it happens (that "hurt feeling" feeling) and understand things that causes stress, then you can begin to find ways to keep strife out of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This verse from Proverbs literally changed our lives. Turned us upside down and inside out. All for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 17:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Better a dry crust with peace than a house full of feasting with strife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A peaceful dry crust is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;better &lt;/span&gt;than feasting with strife. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How can that possibly be?&lt;/span&gt; It is better to be poor and peaceful than have lots of stuff and be angry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought we were supposed to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have lots of stuff &lt;/span&gt;and then figure out how not to be angry. Isn't what the commercials show? Happy people shopping? How can being poor make you happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee and I fought so much at the beginning of our married life. I knew we had stuff, not fancy but we had two incomes, one child.  We could afford to spend a little. But we were so very unhappy.  And then I read that verse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Better a dry crust with peace than a house full of feasting with strife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Could our life be happier with less? We decided it was worth a try.  What we both really wanted was for me to be a homemaker. The outside job part was making us both miserable and in turn our whole life was in a shambles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me taking the "dry crust" happened to mean giving up my corporate life.  Our life hasn't been perfect since then, but it is like we've stepped out of the fire.  I'd be lying if I didn't say right now, and every moment of my day, even our "dry crusts" ain't that bad.  And the proverb is true, even our dry crusts are better than any day we had feasting and angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key in this verse to avoiding strife, is to discover what is most important to you and then MAKE THAT the most important thing in your life. Even if you have to eat crackers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-8298415329330187238?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/8298415329330187238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=8298415329330187238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/8298415329330187238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/8298415329330187238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/11/peace-joy-part-6.html' title='Peace, Joy Part 6'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-8288990311553047922</id><published>2009-11-23T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T09:36:06.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Coloring Pages</title><content type='html'>This blogger has posted the &lt;a href="http://tiredtwang.blogspot.com/2009/09/marian-coloring-pages.html"&gt;most beautiful coloring pages&lt;/a&gt;! Saints, Mary, Joseph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are looking, enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-8288990311553047922?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/8288990311553047922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=8288990311553047922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/8288990311553047922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/8288990311553047922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/11/beautiful-coloring-pages.html' title='Beautiful Coloring Pages'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-5722583208573540980</id><published>2009-11-19T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T09:27:02.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace, Joy Part 5</title><content type='html'>With the causes of strife reviewed, let's move to the effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who among you is wise and understanding? Let him show his works by a good life in the humility that comes from wisdom. But &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if you have bitter jealousy and selfish ambition&lt;/span&gt; in your hearts, do not boast and be false to the truth. Wisdom of this kind does not come down from above but is earthly, unspiritual, demonic. For &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where jealousy and selfish ambition exist, there is disorder and every foul practice&lt;/span&gt;. But the wisdom from above is first of all pure, then peaceable, gentle, compliant, full of mercy and good fruits, without inconstancy or insincerity. And the fruit of righteousness is sown in peace for those who cultivate peace. James 3:13-18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I wanted to just post the one verse about disorder because the effect of strife is so complete. Strife, disharmony and hurt feelings, effect every part of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's the trick recoginzing strife, and seeing Jesus in the moment. "Wisdom of this kind does not come down from above but is earthly unspiritual and demonic. "  If you can, try to see strife for what it is, Satan trying to divide and distract, then you can seek Jesus to overcome the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I kept reading the verse and saw how much more important it is to strive for "wisdom from above...that cultivates peace." Once you recognize strife enter a situation, look for the peace. How to bring it about, what part can you play in bringing in PEACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the whole moment changes. Hopefully, in the next few days, I'll be able to post a few thoughts about conquering Strife and finding Peace among all those hurt feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-5722583208573540980?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/5722583208573540980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=5722583208573540980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/5722583208573540980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/5722583208573540980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/11/peace-joy-part-5.html' title='Peace, Joy Part 5'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-4208981786533435387</id><published>2009-11-18T03:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T05:44:37.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace, Joy Part 4</title><content type='html'>What does "being contentious" mean anyway? I've heard of being "held in contempt of court". Or a heavy-weight fighter is called a "contender".  But am I a person like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some definitions of &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/contentious"&gt;contentious &lt;/a&gt;didn't really help, unless you look at the synonyms. Belligerent! Who wants to be described like that? In any situation, no matter what, I don't want to be remembered as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;belligerent&lt;/span&gt;.  And the second definition in the link describes a "wearisome tendency to quarrel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a co-worker years ago that seems to have a "wearisome tendency to quarrel."  It was so hard to go into work, I almost braced myself for whatever conflict would occur that day. I prayed for peace to come into the situation, and in answer, God moved that person to a whole other town. And,  I saw that I was moved out too!  You know that saying, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you are not part of the solution.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized then that there were two people in the conflict, I was one of them. Since then, when ever a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;contentious &lt;/span&gt;atmosphere arises I am alert and praying for God to move me, or move them. And he always does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last of the causes of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;strife &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;to &lt;/span&gt;reflect on today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, open my eyes to hear your word and my heart to understand. Help me to recognize strife when it occurs and to strive instead to see you in every situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Personal differences, cliques, speculative ideas and foolish questions can cause strife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;After some time, Paul said to Barnabas, "Come, let us make a return visit to see how the brothers are getting on in all the cities where we proclaimed the word of the Lord." Barnabas wanted to take with them also John, who was called Mark, but Paul insisted that they should not take with them someone who had deserted them at Pamphylia and who had not continued with them in their work. So sharp was their disagreement that they separated. Barnabas took Mark and sailed to Cyprus.But Paul chose Silas and departed after being commended by the brothers to the grace of the Lord. Acts 15:36-41&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whenever someone says, "I belong to Paul," and another, "I belong to Apollos," are you not merely human? 1 Corinthians 3:1-4&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whoever teaches something different and does not agree with the sound words of our Lord Jesus Christ and the religious teaching is conceited, understanding nothing, and has a morbid disposition for arguments and verbal disputes. From these come envy, rivalry, insults, evil suspicions, and mutual friction among people with corrupted minds, who are deprived of the truth, supposing religion to be a means of gain. 1 Tim 6:3-5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So turn from youthful desires and pursue righteousness, faith,love, and peace, along with those who call on the Lord 5 with purity of heart. Avoid foolish and ignorant debates, for you know that they breed quarrels. A slave of the Lord should not quarrel, but should be gentle with everyone, able to teach, tolerant, correcting opponents with kindness. It may be that God will grant them repentance that leads to knowledge of the truth, and that they may return to their senses out of the devil's snare, where they are entrapped by him, for his will. 2 Tim 2:22-26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-4208981786533435387?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/4208981786533435387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=4208981786533435387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/4208981786533435387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/4208981786533435387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/11/peace-joy-part-4.html' title='Peace, Joy Part 4'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-5942392960273856603</id><published>2009-11-18T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T03:00:05.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace, Joy Part 3</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it is the simplest things that can cause a major division. One example I remember from Joyce Meyer's book, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Life-Without-Strife-Troubled-Relationships/dp/0884197344"&gt;Life Without Strife,&lt;/a&gt; helps me understand other people's perspective so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce tells of a woman whose &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feelings were hurt&lt;/span&gt; because her pastor ignored her at the mall. Just walked right by without even saying hello. (I can almost hear the conversation in my own life!) Then when she remarked about it to the pastor, he realized that was the day he was so sick and felt so poorly he didn't even see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyone &lt;/span&gt;at the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman had hurt feelings.&lt;br /&gt;The pastor was sick.&lt;br /&gt;Clearly a situation of misunderstanding that brought strife into that woman's life.  She didn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the pastor&lt;/span&gt;, she saw hurt feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verses to reflect on today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, open my eyes to hear your word and my heart to understand. Help me to recognize strife when it occurs and to strive instead to see you in every situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pride, selfish ambition and misunderstanding can cause strife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The greedy man stirs up disputes, but he who trusts in the LORD will prosper.  Prov 28:25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They watched him closely and sent agents &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretending to be righteous&lt;/span&gt; who were to trap him in speech, in order to hand him over to the authority and power of the governor.&lt;a name="v21"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They posed this question to him, "Teacher, we know that what you say and teach is correct, and you show no partiality, but teach the way of God in accordance with the truth.&lt;a name="v22"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Is it lawful for us to pay tribute to Caesar or not?"&lt;a name="v23"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recognizing their craftiness he said to them,&lt;a name="v24"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;"Show me a denarius; &lt;sup&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usccb.org/nab/bible/luke/luke20.htm#foot6"&gt;6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; whose image and name does it bear?" They replied, "Caesar's."&lt;a name="v25"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;So he said to them, "Then repay to Caesar what belongs to Caesar and to God what belongs to God."  &lt;a name="v26"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They were unable to trap him by something he might say before the people, and so amazed were they at his reply that they fell silent. Luke 22:20-27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, as the number of disciples continued to grow, the Hellenists complained against the Hebrews because their widows were being neglected in the daily distribution. Acts 6:1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-5942392960273856603?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/5942392960273856603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=5942392960273856603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/5942392960273856603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/5942392960273856603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/11/peace-joy-part-3.html' title='Peace, Joy Part 3'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-7378064063096500464</id><published>2009-11-17T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T03:48:49.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E-Mealz Review</title><content type='html'>After week 1 of using the &lt;a href="http://e-mealz.com/amember/go.php?r=79223&amp;amp;i=l0"&gt;E-Mealz&lt;/a&gt; Aldi's plan, I am very happy.  Here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spent $90 initially at Aldi's.  Made one other trip to Food Lion for cleaning products, $20.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cooked dinner 5 out of 6 nights.  Best I've done in 2 years! (BTW - thx Lee Sr. for cooking for so long!!!) Tonight is the last night and I am looking forward to making Lemon Talapia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone in our family tried and liked all 5 menus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All the meals were fairly simple to make, and some were super simple for nights when we were pressed for time. Loved the Baked Cibatta Sandwiches.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All the recipes actually made "enough". Most meals we had leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One more thing, in my opinion, these menus are fairly balanced.  For example last week, only one meal was what I would call "fat friendly", called for whipping cream AND a generous helping of butter. It was delicious, but you can't have that every night!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, Tuesday, new menu has been posted for this week.  The projected total is $62.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All of the menu suggestions are foods that we like and I would cook. Looks good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Hope I can do my part to keep the savings up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-7378064063096500464?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/7378064063096500464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=7378064063096500464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/7378064063096500464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/7378064063096500464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-mealz-review.html' title='E-Mealz Review'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-4371256904180246885</id><published>2009-11-17T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T03:00:02.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace, Joy Part 2</title><content type='html'>A key to recognizing strife when it occurs is to know that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hurt feeling&lt;/span&gt; feeling.  Understanding the definition of strife is key.  Strife is is division, quarrel, hurt feelings, confusion, contention and hatred.   If you find yourself in a situation involving any of these feelings, proceed carefully! You (and I) are being offered an opportunity to see Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verses to reflect on today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, open my eyes to hear your word and my heart to understand. Help me to recognize strife when it occurs and to strive instead to see you in every situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossip and being contentious can cause strife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Like the man who seizes a passing dog by the ears is he who meddles in a quarrel not his own.&lt;a name="v18"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Like a crazed archer scattering firebrands and deadly arrows&lt;a name="v19"&gt;, &lt;/a&gt;is the man who deceives his neighbor, and then says, "I was only joking."&lt;a name="v20"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For lack of wood, the fire dies out; and when there is no talebearer, strife subsides. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What a bellows is to live coals, what wood is to fire, such is a contentious man in enkindling strife. Prov 26:17-21&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-4371256904180246885?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/4371256904180246885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=4371256904180246885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/4371256904180246885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/4371256904180246885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/11/peace-joy-part-2.html' title='Peace, Joy Part 2'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-2102035905908332881</id><published>2009-11-16T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T09:55:10.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace, Joy Part 1</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I have posted any type of meditation or reflection.  Most likely because I have struggled the last several months with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hurt feelings&lt;/span&gt;. Trying to work on forgiving people and remembering to be merciful can wear you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After one more round of "I can not believe they just did that" this weekend, I have got to take a moment reflect on this wave of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hurt feelings&lt;/span&gt;. What if it isn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;? What if it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;? I mean,  I know its not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;me but at some point you just have to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years and years ago, when we were newlyweds, I came across this book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Life-Without-Strife-Troubled-Relationships/dp/0884197344"&gt;Life Without Strife&lt;/a&gt; by Joyce Meyer.  This was the beginning of a huge change in our marriage. Recognizing strife when it appears, and importantly my part in it, brought a tremendous amount of peace to our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that peace again. I'm tired of being hurt all the time.  Here's my part to look for peace again: Over the next few days, I am going to study some readings from the Bible to refresh my mind and remember where true peace comes from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin at the very beginning: What is strife? It is division, quarrel, hurt feelings, confusion, contention and hatred.  Strife affects every area of life, every relationship you can have. There are, of course, many causes of strife. I want to be able to recognize these causes and overcome them.  Two verses to pray about today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, open my eyes to hear your word and my heart to understand. Help me to recognize strife when it occurs and to strive instead to see you in every situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatred, anger and sharp temper can cause strife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hatred stirs up disputes, but love covers all offenses. Prov 10:12&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An ill-tempered man stirs up disputes, and a hotheaded man is the cause of many sins. Prov 29:22&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-2102035905908332881?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/2102035905908332881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=2102035905908332881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/2102035905908332881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/2102035905908332881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/11/peace-joy-part-1.html' title='Peace, Joy Part 1'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-3278401138165668757</id><published>2009-11-14T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T03:49:44.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Plan</title><content type='html'>Two years ago, I had our grocery budget well in control. I planned, clipped coupons, made and published grocery lists and even had food to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, new game.  Our grocery budget is out-of-control. And there is still never anything in the house to cook a whole meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year's strategy was a free online meal planner, that showed up in your email every week. I like it, alot. But after a few months, I realized I couldn't afford to buy just anything in the store. I have to shop the sales to make ends meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter&lt;a href="http://e-mealz.com/amember/go.php?r=79223&amp;amp;i=l0"&gt; E-ZMeals&lt;/a&gt;. This is a similar service, but it is not free. However, if I save the money they say I will, $1.25 cents a week is less than the cost of a newspaper to get the coupons to clip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This service offers a choice of lists from several grocery stores. I choose the Aldi's plan for 4-6 people. I get a 7 menus and recipes as well as a shopping list. And spend $70 for a weeks worth of dinners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first impressions of this service are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The menus are actually things my family will eat!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There was only ONE suggested meal that I personally would not make (cheese soup), but that's personal. If weeks come up with more than one meal that I wouldn't make that would not be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There were a few items on the list that weren't exactly the same as the store. For examples at our Aldi's lemons were sold by the bag, not individually. Not a big problem, I know we'll use the extras anyway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I spent a total of $90 ($20 more than the list on breakfast and lunch stuff). That's way better than I have done anywhere else recently.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I know that I have all the ingredients to make a complete meal for dinner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Next week, I'll post an update. Even if I only use the first three months subscription, I hope it will carry us through the holiday season with a tame grocery budget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-3278401138165668757?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/3278401138165668757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=3278401138165668757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/3278401138165668757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/3278401138165668757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-plan.html' title='New Plan'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-5467814551996175455</id><published>2009-11-13T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T07:12:33.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snips and Snails and Puppy Dog Tails</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Bill! Nine-terrific-all-boy  years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Svwo6qzYwfI/AAAAAAAAAsI/XMPyrKpML5o/s1600-h/november+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Svwo6qzYwfI/AAAAAAAAAsI/XMPyrKpML5o/s400/november+018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403238641325097458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Make a wish!&lt;br /&gt;(Boys are in the house, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paper towels are on hand. &lt;/span&gt;May photoshop those out before I publish a birthday scrapbook page)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Svwo6eu4ULI/AAAAAAAAAsA/INc-JK0yHyo/s1600-h/november+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Svwo6eu4ULI/AAAAAAAAAsA/INc-JK0yHyo/s400/november+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403238638084968626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lego cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Svwo7Bys3UI/AAAAAAAAAsY/D8wToexCmzc/s1600-h/02school2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Svwo7Bys3UI/AAAAAAAAAsY/D8wToexCmzc/s400/02school2004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403238647496236354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Svwo6znBoTI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/eeG7PWst2WE/s1600-h/42fall05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Svwo6znBoTI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/eeG7PWst2WE/s400/42fall05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403238643689169202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years old - still loves camoflague after all these years.&lt;br /&gt;Did you notice the camo-Santa hat?!&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/7478995847079442940-5467814551996175455?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/5467814551996175455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=5467814551996175455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/5467814551996175455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/5467814551996175455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/11/snips-and-snails-and-puppy-dog-tails.html' title='Snips and Snails and Puppy Dog Tails'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Svwo6qzYwfI/AAAAAAAAAsI/XMPyrKpML5o/s72-c/november+018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-8988188240605893198</id><published>2009-11-12T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T13:28:44.982-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><title type='text'>O Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>Can it be nearly December already? Yes, it is. And time to decorate my Aunt Jackie's Christmas Tree for the ARC Festival of Trees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I was super organized and had all the ornaments made by October. This year has been a little more challenging. But Aunt Jackie's tree will still be special. Continuing the "O Holy Night" theme from last year, we are creating a "Wise Men Still Seek Him" theme this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After brainstorming with other home school moms about what "gift" type ornaments we could represent on the tree, and then searching the web for ideas, I found this &lt;a href="http://www.paperscrapz.screentastic.ca/templates.html#projects"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;. Paper ornament boxes!  Ours are a little different, no Santa, for instance. I printed the Nativity and the Star on some, along with the "Wise Men Still Seek Him" text on others.  Skimped a little on the tassles, used curling ribbon instead.  Saving pennies here to spend on other projects for the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SvwkggIYyjI/AAAAAAAAAr4/cQlNdCSsXy0/s1600-h/november+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SvwkggIYyjI/AAAAAAAAAr4/cQlNdCSsXy0/s400/november+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403233793737280050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you choose to print this template, here are a few tips: Once you print and cut along the solid lines, use a kabob stick to score all the dotted lines before you try to fold. It makes the folds so much easier. I put a piece of craft foam on the table to make the surface a little softer to score the paper.  Taped the outside end of the box. Finally used the two pieces of ribbon to tie the ends together. There are four holes to tie, one piece for two holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get the picture on the back of the template, use pre-printed Christmas Stationary, stamps or photoshop software and clip art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other ornaments for Aunt Jackie's tree will include tissue paper and styrofoam stars, Christian Wise Men balls, and craft foam oriental ornaments.  I'll post pictures as we make 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be the most wonderful time of the year! Thanks Aunt Jackie for this opportunity to share joy all year long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-8988188240605893198?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/8988188240605893198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=8988188240605893198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/8988188240605893198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/8988188240605893198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-christmas-tree.html' title='O Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SvwkggIYyjI/AAAAAAAAAr4/cQlNdCSsXy0/s72-c/november+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-1159267010017997997</id><published>2009-11-03T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T03:28:14.214-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>Simply Recipes</title><content type='html'>Too much time has past since I shared something simple that I love! Here are some great sandwich recipe that I picked up from a Taste of Home Cooking School years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hormelfoodsrecipes.com/recipes/details/2236/warm-bistro-french-dip-sandwiches.aspx"&gt;Warm Bistro French Dip Sandwiches&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I love about this sandwich is that you can use &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leftover beef roast, or even grilled chicken&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="ingredients"&gt;&lt;li&gt;                 1 (17-ounce) package Hormel® Family Pack Beef Roast Au Jus Entree&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                 8 ounces shredded mozzarella cheese&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                 4 hoagie-style sandwich rolls, split&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                 1 red bell pepper, thinly sliced&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                 1 medium red onion, sliced, separated into rings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                 2 tablespoons Italian salad dressing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Heat oven to 350ºF.&lt;br /&gt;Remove roast from package, reserving juices. Thinly slice roast.&lt;br /&gt;Divide 1/2 of cheese evenly among bottom halves of rolls. Layer beef over cheese. Season with salt and black pepper. Arrange bell pepper and onion over beef. Drizzle each with a little dressing. Top with remaining 1/2 of cheese. Place tops on rolls. Wrap sandwiches in aluminum foil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake sandwiches 10 to 12 minutes or until warmed through. Slice each in half before serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tasteofhome.com/Recipes/Hot-Beef-Cheddar-Subs"&gt;Hot Beef Cheddar Subs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="ingredients"&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;4 submarine sandwich buns&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 pound ground beef&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 medium green pepper, diced&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 small onion, diced&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 can (10-3/4 ounces) condensed cheddar cheese soup, undiluted&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1/4 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;4 slices American cheese&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Cut a thin slice off the top of each bun; set tops aside. Carefully hollow out bottoms, leaving a 1/2-in. shell. Set aside 1/2 cup bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a large skillet, cook beef, green pepper and onion over medium heat until meat is no longer pink; drain. Stir in the soup, Worcestershire sauce and reserved bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoon into buns; top each with a cheese slice. Replace tops. Place on an ungreased baking sheet. Bake, uncovered, at 350° for 5-7 minutes or until cheese is melted.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-1159267010017997997?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/1159267010017997997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=1159267010017997997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/1159267010017997997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/1159267010017997997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/11/simply-recipes.html' title='Simply Recipes'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-481067628842749457</id><published>2009-10-27T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T16:02:29.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May Kay anyone?</title><content type='html'>If you like Mary Kay products and would like to get in on a sale... Check &lt;a href="http://mum2twelve.blogspot.com/2009/10/psssst-want-in-on-great-bargain.html"&gt;this out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-481067628842749457?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/481067628842749457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=481067628842749457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/481067628842749457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/481067628842749457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/10/may-kay-anyone.html' title='May Kay anyone?'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-4084137226853747975</id><published>2009-10-22T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T17:43:28.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Fall Fun</title><content type='html'>Tonight was the long awaited "Daddy's making candy apple night". Sadly, Daddy was a little over confident. When he tried to add a second layer of red candy to the apples, one apple accidentally fell over. Causing a chain reaction. Or what Bill called "a choo choo train of apples".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an instant,  all the apples stuck together. As fast as we separate two, three more were attached. And then as fast as it happened.  It was over. All the apples coated and single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really ugly. No pictures of that! Here are a few other fall festivities we've attended:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SuD5p3WXd9I/AAAAAAAAAqw/LZYsJ5H6kkw/s1600-h/october+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SuD5p3WXd9I/AAAAAAAAAqw/LZYsJ5H6kkw/s400/october+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395586851217569746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple Hill Orchard Field Trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SuD5pWwFaJI/AAAAAAAAAqo/LBYNusDFMOQ/s1600-h/october+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SuD5pWwFaJI/AAAAAAAAAqo/LBYNusDFMOQ/s400/october+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395586842467068050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bill and Anna may be just under 5 ft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SuD5pDjWL1I/AAAAAAAAAqg/9ommV47vHAY/s1600-h/october+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SuD5pDjWL1I/AAAAAAAAAqg/9ommV47vHAY/s400/october+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395586837313367890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But Lee is definitely taller than 6'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SuD5qLBmNnI/AAAAAAAAAq4/BiJngRmtj5M/s1600-h/october+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SuD5qLBmNnI/AAAAAAAAAq4/BiJngRmtj5M/s400/october+040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395586856499164786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bill and Michael at the home school science fair. They investigated "why do teeth rot?" Didn't win this year, but there's always next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SuD5qjeGsCI/AAAAAAAAArA/Ah19eezKdNs/s1600-h/october+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SuD5qjeGsCI/AAAAAAAAArA/Ah19eezKdNs/s400/october+050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395586863061184546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moved the bunk beds upstairs to Bill's room. He's pretty exicted about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SuD7Uqmg87I/AAAAAAAAArI/pgx9bg0do-I/s1600-h/october+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SuD7Uqmg87I/AAAAAAAAArI/pgx9bg0do-I/s400/october+057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395588686041641906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See the embroidered towel from our friends in Australia? He loves this towel. It has a special place in his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SuD7VvDQe9I/AAAAAAAAArY/kJyOP9z57-0/s1600-h/october+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SuD7VvDQe9I/AAAAAAAAArY/kJyOP9z57-0/s400/october+060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395588704415808466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is just Holly being cute. She loves being in Bills room.&lt;br /&gt;The picture below is her "aww look, sleeping" face. It is also the face she makes for "so sad".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SuD7VGjoFpI/AAAAAAAAArQ/9S6C5B7SONw/s1600-h/october+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SuD7VGjoFpI/AAAAAAAAArQ/9S6C5B7SONw/s400/october+055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395588693545719442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope you get to enjoy a candy apple this fall! Even an ugly one tastes delicious!&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/7478995847079442940-4084137226853747975?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/4084137226853747975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=4084137226853747975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/4084137226853747975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/4084137226853747975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-fall-fun.html' title='More Fall Fun'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SuD5p3WXd9I/AAAAAAAAAqw/LZYsJ5H6kkw/s72-c/october+017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-4136392147552251490</id><published>2009-10-20T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T04:59:58.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/St2kk2fS-xI/AAAAAAAAAqY/aQcUYkbPZEE/s1600-h/october+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/St2kk2fS-xI/AAAAAAAAAqY/aQcUYkbPZEE/s400/october+048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394648881668750098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See what you can do when you've had a little sleep? Not me really, though! I had plenty of &lt;a href="http://www.mum2twelve.blogspot.com/"&gt;help&lt;/a&gt;. 2 bakers and 6 decorators, made about 12 doz cupcakes for our schurch bake sale. Half of them look like these, and the rest were decorated in complimentary fall colors :-)&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/7478995847079442940-4136392147552251490?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/4136392147552251490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=4136392147552251490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/4136392147552251490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/4136392147552251490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/10/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat!'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/St2kk2fS-xI/AAAAAAAAAqY/aQcUYkbPZEE/s72-c/october+048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-8427562167132978099</id><published>2009-10-20T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T04:48:16.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lion Sleeps Tonight</title><content type='html'>Over the past two weeks Holly has slept through the night 4 times! Hooray! This is big news for us.  I think a trend is beginning. No more Haberman. No milk at night (she's sleeps holding a cup, but not drinking it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other good news: No more Nexium! Have I posted that here yet? Going on our 3rd week with out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's good a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-8427562167132978099?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/8427562167132978099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=8427562167132978099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/8427562167132978099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/8427562167132978099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/10/lion-sleeps-tonight.html' title='The Lion Sleeps Tonight'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-4519234954791061858</id><published>2009-10-12T16:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T16:16:18.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Relationship</title><content type='html'>Holly and Cecilia are going to have an interesting friendship... Last they met, Holly was dramatically concerned with Cecilia's well being (see the last post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, however.  Not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Holly give Cecilia her teddy bear back.&lt;br /&gt;Holly, while hiding teddy bear behind her back replied: All gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Holly regularly remembers "please" and "thank you", I see there's still work ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to see the enviable teddy bear? &lt;a href="http://mum2twelve.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-did-some-of-kids-and-i-do-today.html"&gt;Check out this beautiful photo of Cecilia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-4519234954791061858?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/4519234954791061858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=4519234954791061858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/4519234954791061858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/4519234954791061858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/10/interesting-relationship.html' title='Interesting Relationship'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-1517974748642797869</id><published>2009-10-04T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T17:21:57.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A really good friend...</title><content type='html'>would be like Holly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight at supper, we had company. Holly's small friend is Cecilia.  Cecilia began crying and upon hearing that someone should get Cecilia a cracker, Holly ran to the kitchen screaming "cracker! cracker!"  Her friend was in distress! Cracker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go Holly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Not to mention the really monumental accomplishment of saying CRACKER)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-1517974748642797869?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/1517974748642797869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=1517974748642797869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/1517974748642797869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/1517974748642797869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/10/really-good-friend.html' title='A really good friend...'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-3801559375512020609</id><published>2009-10-02T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T16:26:13.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The OK Corral</title><content type='html'>Yep. There was a showdown at the OK Corral this week.  I corralled our Little One Feather, with the hopes of victory over the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always say choose your battles wisely. I agree. I have never, ever, ever fought over food. I choose sleep.  Eat what you will, as long as you sleep. (Of course, I'm not fool hearty, what available makes a difference too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we all know by now, the victory of an uninterrupted night for Holly (and me!) begins and ends with food.  If she doesn't eat, she is hungry and that can only mean the bottle all night long. So the battle lines were drawn this Thursday: One hot dog bite or else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had been chewing and spitting out food all week. Not really eating much of anything. On Thursday morning, I put her little table and chair near our time out chair. And the battle commenced. 30 mins of spitting out hotdogs and time out, and finally one bite. Chewed and swallowed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it really a victory? I think so. She has eaten better since. And today took a half a hot dog in about three bites and wanted more. Hopefully tonight will be a good night for both of us, one bottle and bedtime. I can dream right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow: water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-3801559375512020609?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/3801559375512020609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=3801559375512020609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/3801559375512020609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/3801559375512020609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/10/ok-corral.html' title='The OK Corral'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-3403486091207662013</id><published>2009-09-26T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T13:11:45.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Square Dancing</title><content type='html'>Circle Family, Forward and Back, Dosado, Swing Your Partner and Promenade....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what we are doing over here. Circling, Forward and Back. This past Wednesday, Holly went to sleep with a CUP and slept through the night. She was down to ONE bottle of toddler soy formula, at bed time, and one bottle of water in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making the leap to a cup of water was finally at hand. Goodbye Haberman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, 3 days and a flu virus later, she is firmly back on the bottle formula all day and night, refusing food in any shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circle Family, Forward and Back. I have got to break this cycle. Somehow. I can not wait to be rid of this Haberman for ever.  Here's hoping by Monday we will be on a better track.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-3403486091207662013?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/3403486091207662013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=3403486091207662013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/3403486091207662013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/3403486091207662013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/09/square-dancing.html' title='Square Dancing'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-4136551346553067077</id><published>2009-09-24T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T10:21:42.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Moment</title><content type='html'>Not long after we moved into this house, I remember calling a sister and saying "the children have been playing downstairs, by themselves for 10 minutes." It was a milestone for me. 10 minutes of peace and a little quiet (but not too quiet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is one of those days. Anna and Lee are diligently working on their lessons. Bill and Holly are happily busy down stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes. A milestone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just enough time for this: To all my friends, I want to share this &lt;a href="http://walkingwithpeter.wordpress.com/2009/01/26/litany-of-compassion-for-the-sick/"&gt;prayer&lt;/a&gt;. Especially if someone you love is suffering with cancer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-4136551346553067077?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/4136551346553067077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=4136551346553067077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/4136551346553067077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/4136551346553067077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-moment.html' title='One Moment'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-1594949135281442293</id><published>2009-09-14T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T17:38:47.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Julie and Paul?</title><content type='html'>Nope. Mary and Jere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen the movie Julie &amp;amp; Julia? We enjoyed the movie so much, I got the book about Julia's life in Paris. What a beautiful story, and more than Julia's love for good food and cooking, does her love for Paul shine throughout the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like my Aunt Mary and Uncle Jere. They both love to cook and share really delicious food, traveling and each other, alot!  I love this scrapbook page below for many reasons. June happened to be a great month to celebrate that year, Father's Day, birthdays, anniversaries and my college graduation.  And I haven't ever forgotten how special it was to have Aunt Mary and Uncle Jere host that party. What a great, great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Mary and Uncle Jere hosted the cookout at their home. We had such a terrific time. You can see Uncle Jere on the grill. (The picture of Lee grilling was from another June gathering). One of the few times the future in-laws would meet was at this party too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sq7eY5833GI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/zxYSdU3JK8Y/s1600-h/09-14-2009+08%3B15%3B34PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sq7eY5833GI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/zxYSdU3JK8Y/s400/09-14-2009+08%3B15%3B34PM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381483124208688226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like to think I got my love of cookie baking from Aunt Mary and every Christmas I send a tray to her house and love to receive a tray in return. In case you are wondering, Aunt Mary's are so delicious, I am reluctant to share...but, you know,  Christmas...so I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking for a good book to read, I recommend Julia Child's Life in Paris. And if you wonder "Is anyone really that happily married?" The answer is Yes, because I know some who are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-1594949135281442293?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/1594949135281442293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=1594949135281442293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/1594949135281442293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/1594949135281442293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/09/julie-and-paul.html' title='Julie and Paul?'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sq7eY5833GI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/zxYSdU3JK8Y/s72-c/09-14-2009+08%3B15%3B34PM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-5049558285966379673</id><published>2009-09-04T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T10:12:52.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the big fuss about?</title><content type='html'>You'd have to be under a rock not to know about the uproar over President Obama addressing 4th grade students.  So many drastic things have been said on either side. I, myself, first thought "What's the big fuss about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose though, that it is not just this one action but the accumulation of a few recent headline grabbing things President Obama has initiated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Government run health care already has everyone up in arms over too much government control over our lives.&lt;br /&gt;2. That website to "report people who are questioning the health care initiative". I think the intention was good, to help people find out more about the plan. It just SOUNDS LIKE "report on your neighbor to the government."&lt;br /&gt;3.  Thrown in that public service ad that describes the President as "lonely" and ends with Ashton and Demi pledging to serve Barack Obama.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If only, if only&lt;/span&gt; all these A-Listers had said "pledge to serve OUR COUNTRY."  And if this video hadn't been in elementary school. Since it includes issues like stem cell research. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that leads up to President Obama's address to 4th graders. His actual address will most likely be like all his other prepared speeches, charismatic and uplifting. (That's one of the reasons he got elected, he knows how to speak to his audience.) It's that darn teachers curriculum.  Telling teachers how to teach kids how the should serve the President.  Back to the previous point, its SERVE THE COUNTRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I know the curriculum has been changed now, to encourage children to set their own goals and reach them...but over 2000 internet articles too late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only thought McCain needed better advisers during the election. President Obama may need a few new PR people now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-5049558285966379673?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/5049558285966379673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=5049558285966379673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/5049558285966379673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/5049558285966379673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-big-fuss-about.html' title='What&apos;s the big fuss about?'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-8309834676829685269</id><published>2009-09-01T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T05:05:55.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bit of Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sp0MNYrTzrI/AAAAAAAAAqA/7Jn0VL65Pdk/s1600-h/franklinpool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sp0MNYrTzrI/AAAAAAAAAqA/7Jn0VL65Pdk/s400/franklinpool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376466954252177074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sp0L8za2k_I/AAAAAAAAAp4/PTMpMphKRXw/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sp0L8za2k_I/AAAAAAAAAp4/PTMpMphKRXw/s400/beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376466669373133810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Holly enjoyed playing around and with water. Not so much in the water until just the last few days, of course, as the pool is beginning to close.  Just one more weekend of pool days. At the beach Holly found this spot to spend lots of time in. I was happy she was in the shade, away from the high tide and a bench for me to relax a little too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you click on these to make them larger? I hope so. I'm going to post this, then try it too. Ok, it works. You can click on the picture, then choose the View Menu &gt; Zoom to make the picture a little smaller too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-8309834676829685269?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/8309834676829685269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=8309834676829685269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/8309834676829685269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/8309834676829685269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-bit-of-sunshine.html' title='A Little Bit of Sunshine'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sp0MNYrTzrI/AAAAAAAAAqA/7Jn0VL65Pdk/s72-c/franklinpool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-1546441952845162504</id><published>2009-08-30T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T04:07:46.057-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleft support'/><title type='text'>Teasing</title><content type='html'>Recently a question was posted on a cleft site about how to handle teasing on the playground. I thought about replying but others did. I'm posting a few of my thoughts here.  My first thoughts were to ask are these children strangers? class mates? family? children of friends? I mean how much effort do you want to put into resolving the situation? Talk just to your child, try to talk to the other children, parents or teachers? This is no one-sided issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I realized that maybe all the years of difficult "playground" situations I have encountered have just been preparation for what may come for Holly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other three children are not cleft effected. But every single one has encountered teasing to down right bullying on the playground, classroom, school pick-up line. There is nothing outstanding or unusual about any of my first three children.  Just your average kids, if your looking for a reason to single some one out, I can't think of why my children have been picked on. No glasses, no buck teeth, not over weight or under weight, not slow learners or over achievers... (of course, I am proud of my children for many reasons) but as for a bully? Why? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly on the other hand may very well encounter children who mention her lip, her nose or her speech. Maybe not. In case she does though, here's "All I needed to know about teasing I learned on the playground"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes children don't know better. They are growing and learning how to behave just like my kids are still learning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life seems to be more like D.W., Emily and the Tibble Twins  than like Arthur, Buster, Francine and The Brain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The best thing to do if someone is teasing you is to walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When some one says something untrue and unkind about you, do not believe them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even your really best friend will have a bad day, forgive them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes we will never know why children say or do the mean things they do, our job is to forgive them, pray for them...and stay out of their way.  Especially if the teasing turns to bullying.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jesus is always your BFF. No matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;It is hard enough to know exactly what to say to your child in difficult situations. Especially when the parents or teachers involved don't DO anything to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first prayer is that Holly will not have to live through the experiences of her brothers and sisters.  However if she does, I know we will all be here to encourage her, to reassure her and love her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-1546441952845162504?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/1546441952845162504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=1546441952845162504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/1546441952845162504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/1546441952845162504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/08/teasing.html' title='Teasing'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-7459098638133729058</id><published>2009-08-24T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T09:16:48.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh! The view is terrific.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SpK8pZ3CxQI/AAAAAAAAApw/O8YncLRDpKU/s1600-h/beach1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SpK8pZ3CxQI/AAAAAAAAApw/O8YncLRDpKU/s400/beach1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373564724908836098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Michele, loves to use actual scenery as the background pages for her scrapbooking. When I saw this umbrella on the beach, I knew I had to try. I love the finished page and took two other "scenery" shots to use on other pages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-7459098638133729058?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/7459098638133729058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=7459098638133729058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/7459098638133729058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/7459098638133729058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/08/ahh-view-is-terrific.html' title='Ahh! The view is terrific.'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SpK8pZ3CxQI/AAAAAAAAApw/O8YncLRDpKU/s72-c/beach1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-795451396311941752</id><published>2009-08-24T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T09:13:27.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveling Light with The Lion</title><content type='html'>Food Lion that is.  My oldest is 14 now and we have tried every trick to making travels as hassle free as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;packing snack bags for each child &amp;amp; stopping only at rest areas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;winging it with fast food joints&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shopping super frugal and bringing all our groceries with us&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;splurging with pre-made entrees and spreads (think pimento, chicken salad, lasagna)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;All these approached have different positives and some obvious negative (fast food, hello!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my Simple Solution to Traveling with a crowd this summer is Food Lion.  Here's what I liked about this plan for our summer vacation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food Lion prices are the same everywhere. I knew what to expect.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Lion is located in almost every community we passed on Hwys 52 and 74. About time for a break and just like the commercials say, Food Lion is in the neighborhood.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The bathrooms are clean and not crowded. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The walk from the car to the back of the store was "just enough" for a break.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone could pick out one piece of fruit for a snack and a individual juice (on sale!) near the milk section.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No packing coolers and cramming the car.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No hauling now crushed and man-handled food all the way back home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most of the stores offer coffee by the cup!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Once we got to the Oak Island, the Food Lion there is super nice and clean. We bought what just we needed for the few days we were there and didn't bring back too much (laundry detergent and cereal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan worked for us this great this summer and I think we'll try it again on our next trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-795451396311941752?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/795451396311941752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=795451396311941752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/795451396311941752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/795451396311941752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/08/traveling-light-with-lion.html' title='Traveling Light with The Lion'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-4933815636013014966</id><published>2009-08-22T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T17:12:41.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oak Island</title><content type='html'>Loved this trip. Wanted to share a few quick photos and am hoping this &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2032006&amp;amp;id=1348401465&amp;amp;l=378d3acecf"&gt;link &lt;/a&gt;will work. If not, I post more later. The weather was great, the children enjoyed the time we got to be at the beach. Even Holly did remarkably well. Slept two whole nights, am trying to replicate the success by lowering the temp in our house here at home :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oak Island is such a terrific family destination. Really, it's you and the beach. Not much else there at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the link works!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-4933815636013014966?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/4933815636013014966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=4933815636013014966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/4933815636013014966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/4933815636013014966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/08/oak-island.html' title='Oak Island'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-8147013489630021680</id><published>2009-08-17T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:21:29.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you give a baby the car keys...Part II</title><content type='html'>Found them. Whew. In the cushions of the recliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure I didn't put the keys there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;a href="http://asksistermarymartha.blogspot.com/2009/08/obscure-heroes-of-everyone.html"&gt;St. Anthony&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-8147013489630021680?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/8147013489630021680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=8147013489630021680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/8147013489630021680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/8147013489630021680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-you-give-baby-car-keyspart-ii.html' title='If you give a baby the car keys...Part II'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-8046978124360214042</id><published>2009-08-17T15:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:05:20.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you give a baby the car keys...</title><content type='html'>Absent-mindlessly to get Holly off my lap, I grabbed something shiny and said "here play with these."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure it was my car keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since, you know, I can't find them now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-8046978124360214042?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/8046978124360214042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=8046978124360214042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/8046978124360214042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/8046978124360214042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-you-give-baby-car-keys.html' title='If you give a baby the car keys...'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-1174254286443603610</id><published>2009-08-11T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T09:33:48.742-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='race for the cure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbook page'/><title type='text'>Race for the Cure</title><content type='html'>Back in April with just a few weeks left of school, I needed a challenge for my oldest. I gave him a choice: write a research paper or train to run a 5k race. He choose the race.  No surprise there. But still,  I am so proud of him for setting a goal and achieving it.  Before the race he had worked his way down to an 8 minute mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother, John, has participated in the Race for the Cure in Raleigh and invited Lee to join him. My sister's family participated too. It was a hot, hot day in June. But Lee finished the race in a reasonable time, and with his group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SoGb9jlE1mI/AAAAAAAAApI/kx1oTsr3Bb4/s1600-h/race1+3582x3027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SoGb9jlE1mI/AAAAAAAAApI/kx1oTsr3Bb4/s400/race1+3582x3027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368743712627414626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SoGbxxt6ZFI/AAAAAAAAApA/r9ySq2qrCjA/s1600-h/race2+3582x3027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SoGbxxt6ZFI/AAAAAAAAApA/r9ySq2qrCjA/s400/race2+3582x3027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368743510264144978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As for the scrapbook pages, well they have stumped me. I liked the inspiration page I found and these turned out ok. Papers from Scrapbook flair, embellishments from My Memories Suite. I think know that these are done, in the book and on the web :0, I can move on and get caught up with other fun events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, Lee! So super proud. Thanks Uncle John for challenging Lee to participate in the marathon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-1174254286443603610?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/1174254286443603610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=1174254286443603610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/1174254286443603610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/1174254286443603610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/08/race-for-cure.html' title='Race for the Cure'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SoGb9jlE1mI/AAAAAAAAApI/kx1oTsr3Bb4/s72-c/race1+3582x3027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-8743297501111590005</id><published>2009-08-10T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T09:03:57.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Plan</title><content type='html'>The nutritionist from the CDSA came today. At long last, someone "professional" said YES, your child has both milk allergy and lactose intolerance. She may be outgrowing one or the other, but YES, doctors are reluctant to say that a baby has both because the percentages are small, that does not rule out the possibility that your daughter does actually have both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not crazy, over cautious or paranoid. Holly and I do need a plan to get her off the bottle, know for sure about the milk/lactose and off the Nexium. We should not just do it all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the plan: 1. Make the switch from bottle to cup to increase her desire to eat food and need less formula.&lt;br /&gt;2. Once we accomplished this switch, begin to introduce soy milk and transition off the toddler soy formula&lt;br /&gt;3. THEN introduce lactose free milk to see if Holly has any milk protien allergic reaction.&lt;br /&gt;4. THEN try Lact-aid type supplements to help with lactose intolerance symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;5. FINALLY, step down the Nexium again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said so much, I can't put it all down. Most important she helped me process the steps we need to take to move forward. Oh yeah, one more thing. Holly is at the 75 percentile weight and 10-12 percentile for height. As she takes in more protein these should even out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you have a child with cleft, look for the CDSA to provide the in-home speech therapy that our little ones need.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so much info to take in, a plan and validation to what I have trying to get help for so long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-8743297501111590005?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/8743297501111590005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=8743297501111590005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/8743297501111590005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/8743297501111590005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/08/plan.html' title='The Plan'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-189816833188563961</id><published>2009-08-08T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T07:33:35.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>County Fair Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sn2Kj_RgnxI/AAAAAAAAAo4/udH8tQxQz2s/s1600-h/july+115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sn2Kj_RgnxI/AAAAAAAAAo4/udH8tQxQz2s/s400/july+115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367598681780428562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zucchini Fritters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup Bisquick, 1/2 cup shredded cheese (mozzarella, Parmesan or cheddar), 1/8 t salt, 2 eggs beaten, 2 cups shredded zucchini, 2 T finely chopped onion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine all ingredients, fry 1 T at a time in butter. Place on paper towel. Add more butter as needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are THAT good. My mother sent one over just for me to enjoy, with flat bread and a little chopped Vidalia onion. I added Cucumber Ranch dressing. The only thing that could have possibly made this better would have been &lt;a href="Tzatziki"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.djsrestaurant.com/"&gt;DJ's Restaurant&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tzatziki"&gt;tzatziki&lt;/a&gt;, a fresh cucumber spread. Mom suggested marinara sauce, too.&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/7478995847079442940-189816833188563961?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/189816833188563961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=189816833188563961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/189816833188563961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/189816833188563961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/08/county-fair-food.html' title='County Fair Food'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sn2Kj_RgnxI/AAAAAAAAAo4/udH8tQxQz2s/s72-c/july+115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-7786724045816116379</id><published>2009-08-08T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T05:58:43.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Sunday</title><content type='html'>How do you "keep holy the Sabbath"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our usual Sunday includes Mass and then as little as possible. Sometimes friends come over or we go, sometimes yard work (that's actually a break from regular house work for us).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the best idea I heard recently is from my sister.  I overheard her say that they have implemented "Text-free Sundays". What a great Simple Solution to really what can be rude habit.  Unrestrained texting is like whispering, which you would never do in front of other people, because of course, how rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you want to share what you and the other person are discussing, and that's like listening to a golf tournament announcer: Ok for a little while, but tedious if you have to watch for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text Free Sunday is my sister's way of encouraging her children to be really present to the people they are actually in the room with.  What a great idea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-7786724045816116379?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/7786724045816116379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=7786724045816116379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/7786724045816116379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/7786724045816116379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/08/simply-sunday.html' title='Simply Sunday'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-7527457820875243070</id><published>2009-08-07T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T10:15:43.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You've Just Got to Love Monk!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Snxg9WriZDI/AAAAAAAAAoo/VizHbPGGHnQ/s1600-h/photo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Snxg9WriZDI/AAAAAAAAAoo/VizHbPGGHnQ/s400/photo2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367271463095264306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish we had the full cable channels, just to see this one show. But am satisfied catching reruns at odd hours of the day. Found this article about&lt;a href="http://www.wired.com/geekdad/2009/08/everything-i-know-about-parenting-i-learned-from-adrian-monk/"&gt; good ol'Monk&lt;/a&gt;. Thought any other parent might like it too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-7527457820875243070?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/7527457820875243070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=7527457820875243070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/7527457820875243070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/7527457820875243070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/08/youve-just-got-to-love-monk.html' title='You&apos;ve Just Got to Love Monk!'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Snxg9WriZDI/AAAAAAAAAoo/VizHbPGGHnQ/s72-c/photo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-7369025089579458473</id><published>2009-08-06T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T07:11:09.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash! Boom!</title><content type='html'>Holly will say the most amazing things for her Speech Therapist.  Words like walk, knock, down, Pooh, dog, duck, up, jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee, Anna and Bill all "crashed" things. Blocks, Power Rangers, Trains, Dolls, Cars, Pots and Pans. All went "CRASH".   So, I've been "crash"-ing things for Holly this past week. In the hopes that she would say it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Ms. Shelby today: I said "CRASH", Shelby said "BOOM."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly said, plain as day, "BOOM."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOM teddy bear, BOOM book, BOOM table...BOOM, BOOM, BOOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew? All I needed was an interpreter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-7369025089579458473?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/7369025089579458473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=7369025089579458473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/7369025089579458473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/7369025089579458473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/08/crash-boom.html' title='Crash! Boom!'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-3305499986198371080</id><published>2009-08-02T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:56:14.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simple Life...</title><content type='html'>of Noah Dearborn. That was a TERRIFIC movie. Even Lee said "We can't ever sell Meme's farm. I think I'll start growing tobacco tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, beautiful movie. Watch on Netflix now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just because we try to enjoy simple things around here too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply Sophie&lt;br /&gt;Anna got Sophie a new collar, not pictured. But that inspired Anna to start creating all kinds off new collars for Sophie from donated ribbon, lace, yarn and fabric paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SnZC5XgRt2I/AAAAAAAAAog/skdsYf_IeYw/s1600-h/july+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SnZC5XgRt2I/AAAAAAAAAog/skdsYf_IeYw/s400/july+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365549559387895650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply Soft&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like a fresh from the dryer big fluffy bathrobe, right after a bath.&lt;br /&gt;Especially if it is your big sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SnZCIdAYnCI/AAAAAAAAAoY/gb3AqWmfNas/s1600-h/july+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SnZCIdAYnCI/AAAAAAAAAoY/gb3AqWmfNas/s400/july+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365548719051152418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply Soaked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathaniel, just for you :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SnZBj7ChC4I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/KQ_ZEe02gTc/s1600-h/july+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SnZBj7ChC4I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/KQ_ZEe02gTc/s400/july+030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365548091457997698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-3305499986198371080?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/3305499986198371080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=3305499986198371080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/3305499986198371080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/3305499986198371080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/08/simple-life.html' title='The Simple Life...'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SnZC5XgRt2I/AAAAAAAAAog/skdsYf_IeYw/s72-c/july+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-413497486536467609</id><published>2009-07-31T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T12:33:00.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clunkers for Cash?</title><content type='html'>Where is the money coming from for this &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090731/ap_on_go_co/us_cash_for_clunkers"&gt;stuff&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-413497486536467609?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/413497486536467609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=413497486536467609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/413497486536467609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/413497486536467609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/07/clunkers-for-cash.html' title='Clunkers for Cash?'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-236775952592433341</id><published>2009-07-28T08:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T09:12:17.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinah Claus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sm8iDiKC5_I/AAAAAAAAAoI/6a2ilWYPs8U/s1600-h/july+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sm8iDiKC5_I/AAAAAAAAAoI/6a2ilWYPs8U/s400/july+076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363543125325441010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diana came to visit! And bearing gifts. When Anna was little, Diana always had a little "something" for her, well, always. Anna called her Dinah Claus. She's not too far off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sm8h_8UeNGI/AAAAAAAAAoA/Q4RqBn5-188/s1600-h/july+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sm8h_8UeNGI/AAAAAAAAAoA/Q4RqBn5-188/s400/july+083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363543063629018210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Holly even let Diana hold her for a few minutes.  But she loves the books! (Me too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sm8h4elB6rI/AAAAAAAAAn4/uaLGJ7h5EcY/s1600-h/july+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sm8h4elB6rI/AAAAAAAAAn4/uaLGJ7h5EcY/s400/july+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363542935386319538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sm8hycqOqwI/AAAAAAAAAnw/fV1skPaNSjQ/s1600-h/july+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sm8hycqOqwI/AAAAAAAAAnw/fV1skPaNSjQ/s400/july+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363542831792040706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys, Lee, Thomas and Bill. I think Lee was not impressed with the video game interruption. He and Thomas were in some kind of "James Bond" showdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sm8hDA8nVfI/AAAAAAAAAno/pKiS_Nme8sw/s1600-h/july+079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sm8hDA8nVfI/AAAAAAAAAno/pKiS_Nme8sw/s400/july+079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363542016899110386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls, Anna and Emmalee have been at this picture taking thing so long now, they know what to do. Holly I believe Holly will catch on one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It is so good to visit with friends, catch up, see everyone doing so well. And you do know, Dinah Claus, that we all love to visit even with out the "little somethings"!!!! Love you!&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/7478995847079442940-236775952592433341?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/236775952592433341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=236775952592433341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/236775952592433341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/236775952592433341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/07/dinah-claus.html' title='Dinah Claus'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sm8iDiKC5_I/AAAAAAAAAoI/6a2ilWYPs8U/s72-c/july+076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-5731074197194556232</id><published>2009-07-28T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T08:59:26.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Ol' Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sm8fwduQCII/AAAAAAAAAng/mDFJzH380ow/s1600-h/july+104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sm8fwduQCII/AAAAAAAAAng/mDFJzH380ow/s400/july+104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363540598694348930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No digital scrapbooking lately, but don't you just love these pages? What I love about the pumpkin page is I'm the only one holding my own kid. Thomas would go to Kathy, Reed cozied up to Diana, but Anna would only stick to ME. And of course, Lee in the CLASSIC Red Power Ranger suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sm8fka31qVI/AAAAAAAAAnY/d4mrO_nQkNs/s1600-h/july+095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sm8fka31qVI/AAAAAAAAAnY/d4mrO_nQkNs/s400/july+095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363540391770827090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thomas and Anna are hardly recognizable now, from these pics. So grown up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-5731074197194556232?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/5731074197194556232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=5731074197194556232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/5731074197194556232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/5731074197194556232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-ol-times.html' title='Good Ol&apos; Times'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sm8fwduQCII/AAAAAAAAAng/mDFJzH380ow/s72-c/july+104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-4872180743842229887</id><published>2009-07-24T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T17:10:39.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4-94JhLEiN0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4-94JhLEiN0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May All the Days of Your Marriage Be Joyful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-4872180743842229887?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/4872180743842229887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=4872180743842229887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/4872180743842229887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/4872180743842229887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/07/wedding-dance.html' title='Wedding Dance'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-4247528739129912507</id><published>2009-07-23T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:00:00.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Smj30nanK4I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/i-s3RYV0G8E/s1600-h/21uncletony2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Smj30nanK4I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/i-s3RYV0G8E/s400/21uncletony2004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361807839690435458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 70th Anniversary Aunt Alice and Uncle Tony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Smj3IqE-zBI/AAAAAAAAAnI/hZwnDI2OqA0/s1600-h/Tesha+Tom011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Smj3IqE-zBI/AAAAAAAAAnI/hZwnDI2OqA0/s400/Tesha+Tom011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361807084490771474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom, Dad and Marcia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's easy to be grateful in America. So very much to be grateful for. Mostly, for the peace in which we live. When I watch Holly run around the yard, I'm pretty sure she is safe. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Except for the bees :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I get an email from my mom reminding us all about Aunt Alice and Uncle Tony's 70th Anniversary is today and I am grateful for the life they have shared and the commitment they kept. Uncle Tony said it wasn't easy, but worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the second picture...well I see my son Lee in both Mom and Dad here. I see the yard where we all played baseball, kick ball. My sister Marcia and how she remembers everyone's birthday and how much she loves us all. And if you were to see a picture of Mom and Dad today, it is just the same, love and joy, even through all not-so-easy parts too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, God for all the things in my life I have to be grateful for and the reminders in these pictures of your blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-4247528739129912507?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/4247528739129912507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=4247528739129912507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/4247528739129912507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/4247528739129912507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/07/grateful.html' title='Grateful'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Smj30nanK4I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/i-s3RYV0G8E/s72-c/21uncletony2004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-5855176793456995021</id><published>2009-07-23T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T07:11:27.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine that?</title><content type='html'>My teenager couldn't "find" his clothes the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked in my room, the dryer and the empty laundry baskets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommended his dresser drawers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have been leaving him up to his own devices too much in the laundry department. I haven't put away his clothes, myself, in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-5855176793456995021?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/5855176793456995021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=5855176793456995021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/5855176793456995021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/5855176793456995021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/07/imagine-that.html' title='Imagine that?'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-6188413855109824855</id><published>2009-07-23T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T07:13:05.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Can You Say?</title><content type='html'>Speech therapy began today in earnest. Since we began the process, Holly has added "more" and "move" to her short vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, I was not toooo surprised when going through the flash cards with Ms. Shelby, Holly clearly and plainly said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder &lt;a href="http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/search?q=cake"&gt;why&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-6188413855109824855?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/6188413855109824855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=6188413855109824855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/6188413855109824855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/6188413855109824855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-can-you-say.html' title='What Can You Say?'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-5302197273939268360</id><published>2009-07-12T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T08:12:18.871-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miracle'/><title type='text'>God's Smuggler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gods-Smuggler-Baker-Publishing-Group/dp/0800793013"&gt;Brother Andrew's&lt;/a&gt; story of God working in his life is really amazing to read. He grew up seeking adventure and got the biggest one of all. For many years, he smuggled Bibles into Communist countries, without being arrested. Even now, he is looking forward to the new frontier: Muslim countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The miracles he tells are tough to see in my life. It is hard to see the providence of God, meeting basic needs, when we meet so many by our own endeavors.  Reflecting on this while reading the book, I wondered this week, have Lee and I removed our self from God's care by being too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt;? Counting on our own abilities, instead of looking to God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sunday rolls around and we are planning to head to another Catholic church, for a few reasons, but not the least is Holly and our temporarily closed nursery (our Church is in the middle of moving). Lee and I agreed that a visit to the next closest church would be a nice change, and they have a cry room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, my husband gets a call that his cousins' son, 20 years old, has died in a car accident. This is heavy on our minds as we are preparing for Mass today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a friend calls and offers to babysit Holly so we can all attend Mass together here in town.  We take them up on the offer, happily! After Mass, my husband lights a candle and prays for the Armstrong family. That God would be with them, that He would welcome their son into Heaven, and let the family know He is still caring for them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of us had gone for coffee in the parish hall. My husband comes and looks over a table of free books, left by some missionaries from Belmont Abbey. And there in the middle of the table is a Living Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband's grandmother's Bible.  Her name is in it. Her notes. Or maybe it is Aunt Patricia's? Either way Armstrong is written in the Bible. How did this book come from a Baptist family across the state by way of out of town missionaries and end up in  a Catholic church on the very day he was praying for that exact same part of the  family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, it was Lee's turn for small miracle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please join our prayers for The Armstrong family, for their son, for the Holy Spirit to carry them these next weeks, surrounding them with the Love of God.  And letting them know their son is in Heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-5302197273939268360?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/5302197273939268360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=5302197273939268360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/5302197273939268360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/5302197273939268360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/07/gods-smuggler.html' title='God&apos;s Smuggler'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-6018869572467962650</id><published>2009-07-08T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T07:54:50.857-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleft  speech therapy'/><title type='text'>Chandelier</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;One of my most favorite things is our chandelier. It was a gift from my brother and sister-in-law, that we hand picked from a crystal outlet in Germany on our honeymoon.  I carried it all the wya back from Germany. On my lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our old home it hung over the kitchen table because there was no dining room. The sun would hit it and make rainbows all over my kitchen. Lee Allison and I would play with it when he was a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of his first words was "Chandelier".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you all this because we met with the speech therapist for Holly's eval today. She is, as I suspected, at the 10 mos old level for actual speech. So of course, the therapist being kind and helpful gave me suggestions to help Holly have more opportunities to talk. She is very kind and nice and lovely, the therapist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside, I'm thinking to myself "Chandelier". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just one more of those moments when what I want and think is "normal" is just not what Holly needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want her to be able to help herself, so I put a sippy cup of water out for her to get by herself when she is thirsty. My other children had full sippy cups in the fridge, and I taught them to go get it themselves. But that is not what Holly needs. She needs a chance to say "cup".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want her to be able to help herself, so I put a small bowl of dry cereal on her little snack table. My other children had snack bags in the pantry, and I taught them to go get it themselves.  But that is not what Holly needs. She needs a chance to say "more".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying all this, just to get the point across, that Holly speech or lack thereof, is not my fault. And if your baby is struggling, it's not your fault either.  These babies just need a different opportunity than what I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most important, God knew even better than me. Our cleft team did not recommend Holly for ST, but we ran into a friend at the pool who knew who to call. And finally at last, some one will teach me what it is that Holly needs now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to "launch out into the deep" and "be not afraid!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usccb.org/nab/bible/john/john21.htm"&gt;John 21:7&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usccb.org/nab/bible/matthew/matthew14.htm"&gt;Matthew 14:27&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-6018869572467962650?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/6018869572467962650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=6018869572467962650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/6018869572467962650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/6018869572467962650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/07/chandelier.html' title='Chandelier'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-4758839448174327887</id><published>2009-07-02T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T16:40:02.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The really good news!</title><content type='html'>We finally have had a meeting with the Children's Developmental Services Agency (think: speech therapy!).  Two very nice women have come to our home to evaluate Holly to see if she needs therapy for speech and nutrition. (I mean clearly you CAN live on Karo syrup and Chicken Noodle soup, but should you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the good news: Holly no longer needs the Karo, hooray. One day I cut back, the next I left it out and no problems. She drank the toddler soy and was fine! And tonight she ate applesauce with cereal mixed in, a couple of bites of steak, a few carrots and some baked beans. What more could I ask for? I think she has really turned a corner with her food choices. For the better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Evaluation Team Member, Holly is doing well in every area of development but speech. At 19 months old, she communicates at the level of a 15 mos old. I think that is a generous evaluation, but the lady said this included "understanding" and "expression". Oh yeah. She can understand and express herself. No doubt about it :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, 15 mos old for communications is not too shabby for our Little One Feather.  So we meet with the Speech Evaluation Team Member next week.  The Nutritionist will review the form I completed and see if we need to go to the next step for that.  After Holly's dinner tonight, I think she is doing GREAT. But would like to know from an expert if we are on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later... Need to take some pictures at the pool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-4758839448174327887?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/4758839448174327887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=4758839448174327887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/4758839448174327887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/4758839448174327887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/07/really-good-news.html' title='The really good news!'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-7637461048405207626</id><published>2009-06-29T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:52:04.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the Sidewalk Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sk1AI6PfkaI/AAAAAAAAAm4/9Olnkq_D_So/s1600-h/41KJ7KXA2AL._SS400_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sk1AI6PfkaI/AAAAAAAAAm4/9Olnkq_D_So/s400/41KJ7KXA2AL._SS400_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354006053830758818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There is a place where the sidewalk ends&lt;br /&gt;And before the street begins,&lt;br /&gt;And there the grass grows soft and white,&lt;br /&gt;And there the sun burns crimson bright,&lt;br /&gt;And there the moon-bird rests from his flight&lt;br /&gt;To cool in the peppermint wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black&lt;br /&gt;And the dark street winds and bends.&lt;br /&gt;Past the pits where the asphalt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; flowers grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And watch where the chalk-white arrows go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To the place where the sidewalk ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For the children, they mark, and the children, they know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The place where the sidewalk ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;____________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have always loved this collection of poetry and drawings. I love the unexpectedness of every page. The randomness of the thoughts, the stark simple drawings that capture each poem so well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I love all of that....in a book. In life, not so much. When I thought about this book again, this week, I was thinking about Holly. Its been a "bad sleep" few weeks. I felt like I was at the end of the sidewalk with her. We've tried everything. But until these darn teeth come in, I guess we will "walk with a walk that is measured and slow". I mean, sleep deprived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But then last night wasn't so bad. I only hope, I don't find this at our house one day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SISTER FOR SALE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One sister for sale!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One sister for sale!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One crying and spying young sister for sale!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm really not kidding,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So who'll start the bidding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Do I hear a dollar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A nickel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A penny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, isn't there, isn't there, isn't there any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One kid who will buy this old sister for sale,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This crying and spying young sister for sale?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sk1CJ2SQQeI/AAAAAAAAAnA/oFLGnnTG3oE/s1600-h/forsale1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sk1CJ2SQQeI/AAAAAAAAAnA/oFLGnnTG3oE/s400/forsale1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354008268971721186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-7637461048405207626?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/7637461048405207626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=7637461048405207626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/7637461048405207626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/7637461048405207626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-sidewalk-ends.html' title='Where the Sidewalk Ends'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sk1AI6PfkaI/AAAAAAAAAm4/9Olnkq_D_So/s72-c/41KJ7KXA2AL._SS400_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-1837767154006618792</id><published>2009-06-23T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T04:18:40.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For my 29th...er 39th Birthday</title><content type='html'>The only birthday that might have been harder to grasp, was my 29th. Inexplicably, I had forgotten that I turned 28.  For two years I thought I was 27. Then, bam, 29.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my second day as a 39 year, not too bad. Holly is still asleep and I am posting this. :-)&lt;br /&gt;We ended a beautiful day with this water fight below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SkC3j6wIDbI/AAAAAAAAAmo/w-7Pg-L2S6I/s1600-h/june1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SkC3j6wIDbI/AAAAAAAAAmo/w-7Pg-L2S6I/s400/june1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350478185010564530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lee has an unfair advantage with the actual water hose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SkC3gjH91HI/AAAAAAAAAmg/PoePJjwGlGg/s1600-h/june2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SkC3gjH91HI/AAAAAAAAAmg/PoePJjwGlGg/s400/june2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350478127128499314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Holly thinks the game of "run wildly through the field" is great fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SkC3dTTYVxI/AAAAAAAAAmY/bqx847T5sBE/s1600-h/june3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SkC3dTTYVxI/AAAAAAAAAmY/bqx847T5sBE/s400/june3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350478071341799186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My true nature boy is ready to fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SkC3ZZCAUdI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/R7D_4IPLdHc/s1600-h/june4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SkC3ZZCAUdI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/R7D_4IPLdHc/s400/june4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350478004160057810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since neither Bill nor Anna can get close enough to Lee, he chooses to cool off directly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SkC3VoR5lTI/AAAAAAAAAmI/_Ki11xxoWr8/s1600-h/june5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SkC3VoR5lTI/AAAAAAAAAmI/_Ki11xxoWr8/s400/june5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350477939533780274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah, the one disadvantage to having Holly on your team. Randomly, as only babies do, she would cut off Lee's water supply. hee hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SkC3R0Bi5DI/AAAAAAAAAmA/2Td_HJ24hZw/s1600-h/june6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SkC3R0Bi5DI/AAAAAAAAAmA/2Td_HJ24hZw/s400/june6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350477873966933042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bike ramp? No, a slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SkC3NY7lIBI/AAAAAAAAAl4/LBBqApj9FME/s1600-h/june7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SkC3NY7lIBI/AAAAAAAAAl4/LBBqApj9FME/s400/june7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350477797974679570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some one missed their target, hits Holly instead. Close up below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SkC3JFdL5mI/AAAAAAAAAlw/8WkeBbPxP3s/s1600-h/june8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SkC3JFdL5mI/AAAAAAAAAlw/8WkeBbPxP3s/s400/june8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350477724027446882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey! Where did that come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SkC3FYg9EiI/AAAAAAAAAlo/16Ph2KT6OMo/s1600-h/june9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SkC3FYg9EiI/AAAAAAAAAlo/16Ph2KT6OMo/s400/june9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350477660424049186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anna and Bill reload&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SkC3BMrSxLI/AAAAAAAAAlg/jR3N4YwhSFs/s1600-h/june9a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SkC3BMrSxLI/AAAAAAAAAlg/jR3N4YwhSFs/s400/june9a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350477588526711986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The switch off. Anna gets the water hose, Lee and Bill work out a strategy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SkC28_O3t1I/AAAAAAAAAlY/oh71vdcVKdk/s1600-h/june9b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SkC28_O3t1I/AAAAAAAAAlY/oh71vdcVKdk/s400/june9b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350477516198360914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anna soaks them both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SkC25HWPywI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/1BdIqmzTrJA/s1600-h/june9c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SkC25HWPywI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/1BdIqmzTrJA/s400/june9c.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350477449657305858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill's turn at the water hose, Lee tries to use his shirt as a shield or a diversion, not sure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SkC21bl7rbI/AAAAAAAAAlI/GokZS-gFNvc/s1600-h/june9d.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SkC21bl7rbI/AAAAAAAAAlI/GokZS-gFNvc/s400/june9d.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350477386372328882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Holly starts to take up a water gun to defend herself.  Don't fear the water though, she has a strong bat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SkC2xT-LaHI/AAAAAAAAAlA/5RW1eDAGdj4/s1600-h/june9e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SkC2xT-LaHI/AAAAAAAAAlA/5RW1eDAGdj4/s400/june9e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350477315607062642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Lee enjoying the best days of summer.&lt;br /&gt;(I'm holding the camera, kids were tooooo wet!)&lt;br /&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/7478995847079442940-1837767154006618792?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/1837767154006618792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=1837767154006618792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/1837767154006618792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/1837767154006618792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-my-29ther-39th-birthday.html' title='For my 29th...er 39th Birthday'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SkC3j6wIDbI/AAAAAAAAAmo/w-7Pg-L2S6I/s72-c/june1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-5448459577049182</id><published>2009-06-20T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T08:02:17.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcake'/><title type='text'>Happy Meal, I mean, Father's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sjzztwq5-mI/AAAAAAAAAk4/pA9LhZ200sY/s1600-h/happy+meal+002b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sjzztwq5-mI/AAAAAAAAAk4/pA9LhZ200sY/s400/happy+meal+002b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349418424893831778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bakerella.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bakerella &lt;/a&gt;posted these adorable desserts on her site, including the paper trays and french fry holders. Cupcakes, cookies AND paper crafts?!? How could I resist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We followed her directions, with a few exceptions. My &lt;a href="http://www.mum2twelve.blogspot.com/"&gt;baking partner&lt;/a&gt; (because I thought something as nifty as this warranted 2 families!) choose to make her brownies from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scratch&lt;/span&gt;.  When she called to ask, cocoa powder or chocolate squares...I replied: box mix.  She less than enthused by my suggestion : -)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second change was in baking the french fry cookies. Bakerella rolled and cut hers, then cut them again after baking.  I choose to use the mix, as directed, but scooped the cookies and flattened them with a mallet slightly wet dipped in sugar.  Almost like rolling and cutting circles, without the rolling and cutting.  Then cut the cookies while still warm into fry strips. I think I could have cut them thinner, if I had taken a little more time, but still looked just like french fries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SjzvRuTZI6I/AAAAAAAAAko/RPb2aT3EWr8/s1600-h/happy+meal+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SjzvRuTZI6I/AAAAAAAAAko/RPb2aT3EWr8/s400/happy+meal+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349413545175491490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Meals are ready to go! We just needed a Dad to sing too. Fortunately, Hugo was game for the "honor".  We sang "For he's a jolly good fellow." And repeated the whole thing again once we got home for our own Dear Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SjzvArR92JI/AAAAAAAAAkg/43kOqYrsX3Y/s1600-h/happy+meal+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SjzvArR92JI/AAAAAAAAAkg/43kOqYrsX3Y/s400/happy+meal+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349413252306426002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nathaniel's burger, somehow, slipped through our quality control and had no ketchup or mustard. For that he scored a second happy meal! Bill looks ready to dig in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Bakerella, for a great idea. And fun afternoon to boot.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father's Day Dad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-5448459577049182?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/5448459577049182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=5448459577049182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/5448459577049182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/5448459577049182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-meal-i-mean-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Meal, I mean, Father&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Sjzztwq5-mI/AAAAAAAAAk4/pA9LhZ200sY/s72-c/happy+meal+002b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-7267953419564138207</id><published>2009-06-18T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T08:12:32.086-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><title type='text'>Homeschool...happy school</title><content type='html'>First the first time since we began, three years ago, I get to repeat a grade! Hooray! My second child is entering 6th grade, which my first child completed 3 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to that year, I feel like a genius. We have been through 6th grade before.  At last, a year where, everything is not NEW.  I can finally, finally draw a little from experience and build our curricula with some actual first hand knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grades coming up for us are: 3rd, 6th and 9th. Here's the tenative plan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd grade&lt;/span&gt;: Continue&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sing Spell Read and Write, Grand Tour&lt;/span&gt;. (this includes: spelling, reading, grammar and history). I will add CHC Tour a Country theme and modify it to "Tour a State."  I liked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Math U See&lt;/span&gt; this year, just need to find what level is right for this grade.  Science we will work with our local co-op again, using &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harcourt Science&lt;/span&gt;. Labs are done together in the group.  Definitely will purchase &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Catholic Heritage &lt;/span&gt;Curricula's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; cursive handwriting&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faith and Life&lt;/span&gt; books for this grade. Already have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Catholic Tales and The Apostle on Crutches&lt;/span&gt;, we'll read that too.  Can't forget: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Latinia Christiana I&lt;/span&gt; with co-op too. That is enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6th grade&lt;/span&gt;: Continue&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Math U See (fractions) &lt;/span&gt;and pick up the next book when we are through with this. I really, really wanted to use the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apologia science&lt;/span&gt; series when we did this grade the first time, but was reluctant to buy more. However, never really found anything that I liked better, so this time around: Apologia! Already have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stories of the Saints (reading comprehension and history)&lt;/span&gt;. Will add &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Catholic Heritage's Writing, Spelling and Grammar books&lt;/span&gt;. This particular child will also be signed up for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Latinia Christiana II, Art and Discovery Place science&lt;/span&gt;, all group activities. Must stop here! Too much good stuff to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for my only new, new grade: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9th&lt;/span&gt;. Sigh. This has been a difficult decision to make. We are enrolling in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seton Home Study School&lt;/span&gt;. It will be a challenge, one I am sure we are up for.  Lock, stock and barrel, we will be in.  I like the accountability to some one else, I like the record keeping they will do, I like the grading they offer and the teacher available to help. I had reached the very tippy end of my knowledge in grammar this year. We need some one else.&lt;br /&gt;This one may also pariticpate in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Discovery Place Science&lt;/span&gt;, like the labs and group setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I said it. It's all in writing. Now I just have to follow through!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-7267953419564138207?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/7267953419564138207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=7267953419564138207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/7267953419564138207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/7267953419564138207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/06/homeschoolhappy-school.html' title='Homeschool...happy school'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-1559610493687792510</id><published>2009-06-14T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:33:19.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holly - 18 mos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SjWHnMuKsWI/AAAAAAAAAkY/P94gzOHY0PU/s1600-h/june+001+Large+e-mail+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SjWHnMuKsWI/AAAAAAAAAkY/P94gzOHY0PU/s400/june+001+Large+e-mail+view.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347329240071844194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm a big girl. Just hanging out here in the dining room ready for my grammar lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Drinking out of a big girl cup, kickin' back with the big kids.&lt;br /&gt;That's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She's doing great! We went to visit Dr. David (PS), got a good report. Saw Dr. Kearse (ENT)  and he seemed satisfied with the tubes in her ears. No special treatment for the swimming pool (Hooray!)  And we are set for another 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly's GI doctor is pleased with her progress too. She is down from 40 mg to 20 mg of Nexium! And sometime in July we will start skipping days  to slowly, slowly wean her off this medicine altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is eating more, different foods although chicken soup like meals make up the marjority. We've added spaghetti, light on the sauce and some beef and vegetable dishes too. Most exciting food item of the summer is popsicles! And maybe Captain Crunch berries (just the berries) with Silk (soy milk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't sort out the berries, but she does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly would love eat some milk products and was quite adamant that she get the mac and cheese Bill was having for dinner one night. I caved. She had some, liked it and was up 4 times that night.  Just up and up and up. Her tongue has that geographic thing going on again. So I think that's close enough to milk for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves the pool and I am having flash backs to when the others were little and playing in the shallow end. Very glad we have hung on the big yellow truck sand box. Love to play in the water with Holly there.  Love, love seeing the others play with her and remember "when" too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to rest of summer. Hope you are too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-1559610493687792510?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/1559610493687792510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=1559610493687792510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/1559610493687792510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/1559610493687792510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/06/holly-18-mos.html' title='Holly - 18 mos'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SjWHnMuKsWI/AAAAAAAAAkY/P94gzOHY0PU/s72-c/june+001+Large+e-mail+view.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-5834152045836092208</id><published>2009-06-12T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:18:50.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fools' Gold</title><content type='html'>This thought has been running through my mind a lot lately: All that is gold does not glitter.  It's a very positive outlook on the world.  Sometimes what I see really doesn't glitter at all. Like last week for instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend stopped by the other morning, and I said something like: too tired to do the dishes last night, sorry the kitchen is a mess. I think we both knew that was a lie. Really, I am too tired to do the dishes EVERY night.  Even if I'm not too tired. I do not do dishes at night. I think she recognized the lie because in the recent past she has actually washed my dishes...by hand. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey, dish washer extraordinaire: thank you for being kind enough not to say anything about it.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It helps to remember the gold/glitter reality of life. The real gold in my home is in the children, my husband and most of all in our faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opposite of that verse helps too: All that glitters is not gold. When you see the shiny flashy side of life, just make sure you know what is your looking at. Something worthwhile? Worth your time, your effort, or just a diversion from the real gold in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has given each of us gold, just right for you and me. I think I'll try to polish up the house a little this week, to show the "gold" I love them :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-5834152045836092208?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/5834152045836092208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=5834152045836092208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/5834152045836092208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/5834152045836092208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/06/fools-gold.html' title='Fools&apos; Gold'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-1966755944415571705</id><published>2009-06-08T05:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T08:04:03.519-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcake'/><title type='text'>Momma Braggin Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Si0F6ipsnkI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/ZehTejqXFW8/s1600-h/june+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Si0F6ipsnkI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/ZehTejqXFW8/s400/june+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344934836050894402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anna made these all by herself! The idea is from the "&lt;a href="http://www.hellocupcakebook.com/"&gt;Hello Cupcake&lt;/a&gt;" cookbook. Sooo cute!&lt;br /&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/7478995847079442940-1966755944415571705?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/1966755944415571705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=1966755944415571705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/1966755944415571705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/1966755944415571705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/06/momma-braggin-monday_08.html' title='Momma Braggin Monday'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/Si0F6ipsnkI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/ZehTejqXFW8/s72-c/june+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-2656525685025341835</id><published>2009-06-03T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T07:55:02.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WFMW</title><content type='html'>or Works for Me Wednesday! I love this subject title, so I am going to try and see if I can post something simple that Works for Me each Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year round school? No, I couldn't keep it up. Nor could I manage last summer's goal of a unit study. I loved the "idea" of a &lt;a href="http://www.currclick.com/product_info.php?products_id=25817&amp;amp;it=1&amp;amp;filters=0_0_0&amp;amp;manufacturers_id=216"&gt;Charlotte's Web unit,&lt;/a&gt; visiting farms, learning about animals. But I couldn't pull all the stuff together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we don't do too many camps either, so the idea of keeping some school going during the summer is important to me. Here's the simple plan for this summer: &lt;a href="http://www.carsondellosa.com/cd2/Products/CarsonDellosa/Books+Level1/Summer+Learning/Summer+Bridge+Activities/Default.aspx"&gt;Summer Bridge&lt;/a&gt; Competition. This set of workbooks are to "bridge the summer" between grades. 50 worksheets, one per day, on various topics. Some reading, some grammar, some math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The competition is between the local cousins, with a trip to Putt Putt for all and medal to the cousin with the highest score at the end of the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To round out the morning for my own students, there are a few books we didn't quite complete. Each child will continue working on ONE additional subject. For Lee (8th grade) it's vocabulary. Anna (5th grade) reading comprehension. For Bill(2nd grade) it's &lt;a href="http://www.lamppostpublishing.com/publisher_sing_spell_read_write.htm"&gt;Sing, Spell, Read and Write  Grand Tour&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, the incentive of a celebration and reward will be enough to motivate them (and me!).&lt;br /&gt;What are your summer plans?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-2656525685025341835?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/2656525685025341835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=2656525685025341835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/2656525685025341835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/2656525685025341835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/06/wfmw.html' title='WFMW'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-2938573818012487235</id><published>2009-06-02T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T08:01:50.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confirmation cake'/><title type='text'>Confirmation Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SiU8lW-ji6I/AAAAAAAAAkI/sdGWwHf3DsE/s1600-h/may+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SiU8lW-ji6I/AAAAAAAAAkI/sdGWwHf3DsE/s400/may+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342743145465744290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;! I had high hopes for this cake. It tasted good, but I went crazy with the icing and the whole thing collapsed on our way to the celebration :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm putting this in writing so I'll hope to remember next time what I learned:  I still love Wilton's &lt;a href="http://www.wilton.com/recipe/Snow-White-Buttercream-Icing"&gt;white &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;butter cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; recipe. I missed the fine print that said, add 4T  each of corn syrup and water to ice cake.  When I couldn't spread the icing, I added more icing and more and more....a little obsessively! And crash went the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learned, that if you want to make one of those cakes with chocolate on one side and vanilla on the other, don't try to "stick" the halves together with icing. That created a giant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;crevasse&lt;/span&gt; in the cake. Just place them side by side.  Not sure I'll try that again though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I learned that to create the really thick center layer of icing, you should do what the experts say to do. Pipe a border around the top of the bottom layer and then fill that in.  I tried to spread two layers of icing instead, and that make one corner slope. You can see it in the top right of the picture. Down it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that DID work was the air head candy decoration in the middle. Microwave candy for 10 seconds or less. It gets hot fast. Roll it out between plastic layers of Ziploc type bags. Use a sharp dry knife, rinse it often to keep the sugar from sticking to the blade.  White airheads are "mystery flavor" and are usually sold in a variety pack with other colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-2938573818012487235?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/2938573818012487235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=2938573818012487235' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/2938573818012487235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/2938573818012487235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/06/confirmation-cake.html' title='Confirmation Cake'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SiU8lW-ji6I/AAAAAAAAAkI/sdGWwHf3DsE/s72-c/may+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478995847079442940.post-1106947933268013763</id><published>2009-06-01T17:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T17:56:30.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Momma Braggin Monday</title><content type='html'>Really, I try not to bore you. I mean, who can stand a brag? Thought the concept of limiting my bragging to JUST Monday might be effective.  Here goes:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SiR3zJrusUI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Iol4hSgsZBI/s1600-h/may+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SiR3zJrusUI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Iol4hSgsZBI/s400/may+033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342526778624618818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10 years ago, my mother in law made this dress for Anna. Anna wore it every day for almost a year.  What woman doesn't look better in tulle and sequins? Its good for church, parties AND the grocery store. Then I folded it and put it away, for what I thought was EVER.  Until today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SiR3OfR0mxI/AAAAAAAAAj4/bxzXvjWlFnA/s1600-h/may+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SiR3OfR0mxI/AAAAAAAAAj4/bxzXvjWlFnA/s400/may+032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342526148766374674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478995847079442940-1106947933268013763?l=goodremedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/feeds/1106947933268013763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478995847079442940&amp;postID=1106947933268013763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/1106947933268013763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478995847079442940/posts/default/1106947933268013763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodremedy.blogspot.com/2009/06/momma-braggin-monday.html' title='Momma Braggin Monday'/><author><name>Good Remedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06940075162516530378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SwGYb3OFO6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/IKZZIbrgkF4/S220/august+073b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUToaAvP7K4/SiR3zJrusUI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Iol4hSgsZBI/s72-c/may+033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
