<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185</id><updated>2009-10-14T03:30:30.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes Our Hands Are Full</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>114</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-2887710351304646829</id><published>2009-08-19T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T13:54:35.278-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the little guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary pleasures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I made that'/><title type='text'>Learning more about Photoshop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SoxmTAQddwI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pem1j6rF3h4/s1600-h/Summertime+Fun+Henry_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SoxmTAQddwI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pem1j6rF3h4/s320/Summertime+Fun+Henry_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371780932218746626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-2887710351304646829?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/2887710351304646829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=2887710351304646829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/2887710351304646829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/2887710351304646829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/08/learning-more-about-photoshop.html' title='Learning more about Photoshop!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05232100800365371763'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SoxmTAQddwI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pem1j6rF3h4/s72-c/Summertime+Fun+Henry_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-4465869673544709215</id><published>2009-08-13T14:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T14:23:55.533-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sweet boy'/><title type='text'>I learned something new today!</title><content type='html'>My husband gave me Photoshop Elements 4.0 for Christmas, but I've been too intimidated by it to really try anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, that all changed! Thanks to &lt;a href="http://cathyzielske.typepad.com/my_weblog/"&gt;Cathy&lt;/a&gt; and her &lt;a href="http://cathyzielske.typepad.com/my_weblog/2009/07/video-tutorial-create-your-own-photoshop-frame-and-text-overlays.html"&gt;tutorial&lt;/a&gt;, I dipped my toe into digital scrapbooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SoSDuWG1K1I/AAAAAAAAALs/CKhjZH1Yna0/s1600-h/theveryfirstdayofschool_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SoSDuWG1K1I/AAAAAAAAALs/CKhjZH1Yna0/s320/theveryfirstdayofschool_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369561487963925330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-4465869673544709215?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/4465869673544709215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=4465869673544709215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/4465869673544709215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/4465869673544709215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-learned-something-new-today.html' title='I learned something new today!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05232100800365371763'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SoSDuWG1K1I/AAAAAAAAALs/CKhjZH1Yna0/s72-c/theveryfirstdayofschool_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-9002155907876839116</id><published>2009-08-13T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:02:53.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sweet boy'/><title type='text'>Kindergarten begins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SoRG1YttLQI/AAAAAAAAALk/JY0DsMelxrU/s1600-h/100_7103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SoRG1YttLQI/AAAAAAAAALk/JY0DsMelxrU/s320/100_7103.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369494538713640194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a bit negligent, and haven't yet posted about 5yods starting kindergarten. Last Monday was his first day, and he was SO excited. So far he's loving school, and is very enthusiastic about his teacher and his classmates. Very fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-9002155907876839116?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/9002155907876839116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=9002155907876839116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/9002155907876839116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/9002155907876839116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/08/kindergarten-begins.html' title='Kindergarten begins!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05232100800365371763'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SoRG1YttLQI/AAAAAAAAALk/JY0DsMelxrU/s72-c/100_7103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-449468477574665106</id><published>2009-07-28T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:57:55.531-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the three bigs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school in a full house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sweet boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how we do it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there&apos;s two of them'/><title type='text'>What a difference a year makes</title><content type='html'>When we made the shift from homeschooling to enrolling our three bigs in the local public school last year, I felt like a &lt;a href="http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/06/failure.html"&gt;failure&lt;/a&gt;. In the weeks between &lt;a href="http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/06/kids-are-registered-for-public-school.html"&gt;registering&lt;/a&gt; our children and them starting class, I &lt;a href="http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/07/less-than-two-weeks-to-go.html"&gt;worried&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/07/countdown.html"&gt;fretted&lt;/a&gt; over what this meant for their futures, and how they would be treated by the school system and their peers, as well as more mundane concerns like getting up and out the door every day and school clothes and supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged much over this last school year, and what I did write didn't address the kids' schooling. This year has been a roller coaster in many ways, but the kids' school has been a blessedly stable, positive experience. The twins' teacher was wonderful, and my dd's teacher was reasonably good. They are all now reading, which is a huge, huge improvement. My dd is now getting the additional help and support she needs to overcome her newly-diagnosed learning disability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is wonderful to now have other caring adults invested in my children's education. Homeschooling is an excellent option for many families, and the season we spent schooling together was good in many ways. But with my dh traveling extensively, dd having an undiagnosed learning disability, and three littles home, too, I just couldn't continue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School began yesterday. My 9yodd is in 4th grade, and the twins are in the same 3rd grade classroom. 5yods begins kindergarten next Monday, and went in for an evaluation this afternoon. So far we like all the kids' teachers, and have high hopes of having another very successful school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I hear my dd read a book to me, or listen to the twins quiz each other on their spelling words, or see my 5yods write his name, I see them succeeding--and I am grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-449468477574665106?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/449468477574665106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=449468477574665106' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/449468477574665106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/449468477574665106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-difference-year-makes.html' title='What a difference a year makes'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05232100800365371763'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-7345246857677861724</id><published>2009-07-23T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:51:08.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how we do it'/><title type='text'>I'm feeling inspired</title><content type='html'>My friend Chautona has a lovely new &lt;a href="http://paradoxology.wordpress.com/2009/07/23/lovin-my-nook-and-cranny/"&gt;crafting nook&lt;/a&gt; I'm drooling over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to confront the storage nightmare hidden in the under-stairs closet, where I keep all my crafting supplies. A significant part of the issue is that other items are stored there, too, like all the vhs tapes we no longer watch, the homeschooling items we no longer use, and waaaayyyyyy too many scrapbooking supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, in order to keep peace and harmony in our home, I can't really work on this until dh goes out of town for at least an overnight. When I sort through this disaster, I'll need to spread out...and his blood pressure doesn't do well with that kind of mess. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to have a permanent place to craft, but at this point our home doesn't have a good place for me to claim. Having the under-stairs closet space as storage is great, though, and I want to work on setting it up to be easily accessible. I'll likely need to do some ruthless sorting and tossing--not easy, given my pack rat tendencies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my biggest current issues is my need for some more albums in which to put completed pages. I've got probably 2 to 3 albums worth of pages that need to be journaled and put into albums. Definitely something to plan on doing in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have too much paper--and the shelving that I could use to store it so I can actually see what I have isn't in place. To put that in, though, I'll have to remove the bookcase that's currently in the closet, storing all my scrapbooking idea books, magazines, and leftover homeschooling materials. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....lots to plan, lots to think about. I'll post before and after pictures when I get to the point of actually getting going on the project.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-7345246857677861724?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/7345246857677861724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=7345246857677861724' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/7345246857677861724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/7345246857677861724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-feeling-inspired.html' title='I&apos;m feeling inspired'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05232100800365371763'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-7439842492950007323</id><published>2009-07-14T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T09:47:13.141-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the three bigs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there&apos;s two of them'/><title type='text'>Because a wedding can turn into a circus...</title><content type='html'>My sister got engaged this past weekend, and our family is full of much rejoicing and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 9yo daughter is in Oregon, spending two weeks with our family there, so her auntie got to ask her in person to be her flower girl. She was breathless with excitement on the phone when she told me later, "And O and C get to be the ringmasters!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-7439842492950007323?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/7439842492950007323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=7439842492950007323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/7439842492950007323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/7439842492950007323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/07/because-wedding-can-turn-into-circus.html' title='Because a wedding can turn into a circus...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05232100800365371763'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-4534030035873022853</id><published>2009-07-09T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:47:00.708-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics and other necessary evils'/><title type='text'>Enough already</title><content type='html'>I thought briefly about posting regarding Michael Jackson's death. Then I read &lt;a href="http://damomma.com/2009/07/09/speaking-out"&gt;my thoughts exactly&lt;/a&gt;, and decided to just post the link.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-4534030035873022853?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/4534030035873022853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=4534030035873022853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/4534030035873022853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/4534030035873022853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/07/enough-already.html' title='Enough already'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05232100800365371763'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-6418550369014233296</id><published>2009-05-25T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T12:55:38.037-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maranatha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about these things'/><title type='text'>Go Read This</title><content type='html'>Go read &lt;a href="http://inlightofeternity.wordpress.com/2009/05/25/the-ploughshare-must-be-sent-deeper/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Then join me in Julie's prayer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May His Word so deeply probe, penetrate, excavate our hearts that stubborn roots of unbelief may be ripped out and replaced by a humble, ‘more excellent’ treasure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-6418550369014233296?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/6418550369014233296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=6418550369014233296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/6418550369014233296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/6418550369014233296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/05/go-read-this.html' title='Go Read This'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05232100800365371763'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-3910194829687553071</id><published>2009-04-21T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T17:56:30.750-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we watch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about these things'/><title type='text'>The Susan Boyle phenomenon</title><content type='html'>Loved &lt;a href="http://toddleddredge.com/the-usual-blather/western-beauty-standards"&gt;this take&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=luRmM1J1sfg"&gt;the video clip seen 'round the world.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The problem is not that we consider youth beautiful. The problem is that we equate beauty with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;worth&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-3910194829687553071?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/3910194829687553071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=3910194829687553071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/3910194829687553071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/3910194829687553071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/04/susan-boyle-phenomenon.html' title='The Susan Boyle phenomenon'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05232100800365371763'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-3664954544670428058</id><published>2009-04-20T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:49:34.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the little guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we&apos;re in this together'/><title type='text'>Milestones</title><content type='html'>Last Friday marked dh and my 10th anniversary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent it in the hospital with our 17 month old son, who needed surgery to repair a hernia, among a few other things. Thanks be to God for safely bringing him through the procedure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks be to God for safely bringing my dh and me through ten years of marriage. His faithfulness, goodness, and mercy endures forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-3664954544670428058?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/3664954544670428058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=3664954544670428058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/3664954544670428058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/3664954544670428058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/04/milestones.html' title='Milestones'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05232100800365371763'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-6320317040943624594</id><published>2009-04-06T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:26:19.524-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maranatha'/><title type='text'>This broke my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4029628&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4029628&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/4029628"&gt;GodNeverSinned.com&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/aaronshaf"&gt;Aaron Shafovaloff&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-6320317040943624594?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/6320317040943624594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=6320317040943624594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/6320317040943624594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/6320317040943624594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-broke-my-heart.html' title='This broke my heart'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05232100800365371763'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-8405337040817264216</id><published>2009-04-03T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T08:40:26.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maranatha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about these things'/><title type='text'>Why Easter isn't Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2186633/"&gt;A fascinating article&lt;/a&gt; from Slate, on why Easter, despite the marshmallow Peeps and chocolate bunnies, stubbornly resists commercialization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;How pleasant it is in mid-December to open a Christmas card with a pretty picture of Mary and Joseph gazing beatifically at their son, with the shepherds and the angels beaming in delight. The Christmas story, with its friendly resonances of marriage, family, babies, animals, angels, and—thanks to the wise men—gifts, is eminently marketable to popular culture. It's a Thomas Kinkade painting come to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, a card bearing the image of a near-naked man being stripped, beaten, tortured, and nailed through his hands and feet onto a wooden crucifix is a markedly less pleasant piece of mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.challies.com/"&gt;Tim Challies&lt;/a&gt; for the link.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-8405337040817264216?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/8405337040817264216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=8405337040817264216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/8405337040817264216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/8405337040817264216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-easter-isnt-christmas.html' title='Why Easter isn&apos;t Christmas'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05232100800365371763'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-2309117886608226301</id><published>2009-03-29T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T14:58:10.347-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maranatha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about these things'/><title type='text'>Stricken, Smitten, and Afflicted</title><content type='html'>Stricken, smitten, and afflicted,&lt;br /&gt;See Him dying on the tree!&lt;br /&gt;’Tis the Christ by man rejected;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my soul, ’tis He, ’tis He!&lt;br /&gt;’Tis the long expected prophet,&lt;br /&gt;David’s Son, yet David’s Lord;&lt;br /&gt;Proofs I see sufficient of it:&lt;br /&gt;’Tis a true and faithful Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, ye who hear Him groaning,&lt;br /&gt;Was there ever grief like His?&lt;br /&gt;Friends through fear His cause disowning,&lt;br /&gt;Foes insulting his distress:&lt;br /&gt;Many hands were raised to wound Him,&lt;br /&gt;None would interpose to save;&lt;br /&gt;But the deepest stroke that pierced Him&lt;br /&gt;Was the stroke that Justice gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye who think of sin but lightly,&lt;br /&gt;Nor suppose the evil great,&lt;br /&gt;Here may view its nature rightly,&lt;br /&gt;Here its guilt may estimate.&lt;br /&gt;Mark the Sacrifice appointed!&lt;br /&gt;See Who bears the awful load!&lt;br /&gt;’Tis the Word, the Lord’s Anointed,&lt;br /&gt;Son of Man, and Son of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we have a firm foundation,&lt;br /&gt;Here the refuge of the lost.&lt;br /&gt;Christ the Rock of our salvation,&lt;br /&gt;Christ the Name of which we boast.&lt;br /&gt;Lamb of God for sinners wounded!&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifice to cancel guilt!&lt;br /&gt;None shall ever be confounded&lt;br /&gt;Who on Him their hope have built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nethymnal.org/htm/s/t/stricken.htm"&gt;To listen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-2309117886608226301?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/2309117886608226301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=2309117886608226301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/2309117886608226301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/2309117886608226301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/03/stricken-smitten-and-afflicted.html' title='Stricken, Smitten, and Afflicted'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05232100800365371763'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-1879348584323277747</id><published>2009-03-25T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:59:34.491-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about these things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being me'/><title type='text'>What's my motivation?</title><content type='html'>When I was in high school I hung out with the drama geeks and acted in a couple plays. I had fun, and found a group I felt comfortable enough with to make it through the only-slightly-less-cannibalistic-than-junior-high years of high school. I never took it too seriously, though. I played at acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the the kids I interacted with were very different from me. They went to workshops and studied technique, and when I hung out with them and pretended I was there for reasons beyond having a safe place to eat lunch, I was always impressed by their dedication to their craft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's my motivation?" was a recurring question for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is my character behaving as the playwrite directs? When he says this, is he speaking sarcastically or sincerely? Is the character being disingenuous when he takes this action, or does he mean what he says?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stated another way, meaning is not found in action; meaning is found in intention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pastor has been preaching through Matthew 5-7, The Sermon on the Mount, for the past several months. I'm not exaggerating when I say that it's been a life-changing series for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifelineaudio.blip.tv/file/1881483/"&gt;He posed a question&lt;/a&gt; to us a couple weeks ago that I can't stop thinking about: Imagine heaven with all of its beauty and blessings, with all its joys and relationships restored, with sin removed and purity and utter bliss. If I could have all of that, and Jesus wasn't there, would I still want to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Jesus a window to a host of blessings for me, or is He it? Is Jesus what I'm after? Why am I in this thing--Christianity--to begin with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Jesus the means or the end of my faith?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I really believe something, I will act as if it is true. So if I really want Jesus, if I am His follower and disciple, I will live a life of obedience to His words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would that look like in my life? How would Jesus live my life if He were I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will spend the rest of my life learning what that means.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-1879348584323277747?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/1879348584323277747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=1879348584323277747' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/1879348584323277747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/1879348584323277747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-my-motivation.html' title='What&apos;s my motivation?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05232100800365371763'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-7861563165470794715</id><published>2009-03-23T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T12:34:31.424-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about these things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being me'/><title type='text'>Never Alone</title><content type='html'>Dh's work has required a lot of separation over the last several weeks. He's gone Monday-Friday every week, and will likely be keeping this schedule for at least another month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fortunate to have a close friend whose work schedule allows her to stay with the kids mid-week, so I can get a sanity break. And I've been very purposeful in staying connected to my women's Bible study and Wednesday small group, so I am staying in community with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nights are still somewhat lonely, but I have to admit that I like having some time on my own. I think better when it's quiet, and have been happy to be able to spend some good chunks of time in study and prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good. I am never alone, without Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-7861563165470794715?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/7861563165470794715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=7861563165470794715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/7861563165470794715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/7861563165470794715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/03/never-alone.html' title='Never Alone'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05232100800365371763'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-8954260566490820794</id><published>2009-03-13T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T08:42:12.763-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about these things'/><title type='text'>Readings for Lent</title><content type='html'>I've been following &lt;a href="http://rememberthouartdust.blogspot.com/"&gt;this blog&lt;/a&gt; to help me as I try to focus upon the Cross in this season of Lent. It's simply a short daily scripture reading, from the ESV. Highly recommended as a means to approach Easter with a more contemplative approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is in addition to the (theoretically)&lt;a href="http://www.navpress.com/uploadedFiles/15074%20BRP.dj.pdf"&gt; daily reading&lt;/a&gt; I'm doing through the Bible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-8954260566490820794?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/8954260566490820794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=8954260566490820794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/8954260566490820794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/8954260566490820794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/03/readings-for-lent.html' title='Readings for Lent'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05232100800365371763'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-6240927081595012875</id><published>2009-03-09T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T08:52:38.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how we do it'/><title type='text'>This has been the weekend of the dead vehicle</title><content type='html'>So, last Wednesday my Chrysler van died after small group. We had a caravan of three vehicles shuttling home me, my friend who was staying over at my place, and my six kids. Dh thought he could probably fix it pretty easily, so we just left it parked at my pastor's house until dh got back into town on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a back-up Toyota van but the battery was dead, and it needs to have brake work done before it can be safely driven. Plus the tags expired at the end of February and it's only insured for storage, not for driving, so completely undriveable until those issues were dealt with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While dh was driving back from Nevada Friday afternoon, his Ford work truck started blowing blue smoke. He turned around and went back to a town to have it looked at, but they couldn't figure it out. He finally decided to just go ahead and drive back to Salt Lake and made it okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning and early afternoon were eaten up by getting the Chrysler van towed back to our house and dh doing a bunch of troubleshooting. He decided we should have the dealer work on it at 3:30 in the afternoon, so I called and had it towed to the Chrysler dealer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we didn't go to church, since we couldn't all fit in dh's truck and he wasn't feeling well. I can't drive the truck, because I'm not an employee. Dh took the truck by Jiffy Lube in the afternoon, on his way back from picking up groceries for me and the kids. Jiffy Lube discovers there's a front differential leak (whatever that means), which they can't deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dh parks his truck at home and takes a cab to the airport, where he's rented a (very nice) SUV so he can drive back to Nevada. He takes off at about 5:00 in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I called the Ford dealer and had dh's truck towed there, as well as passing on dh's list of the issues and his contact info. Thankfully, dh's company will be paying for all repairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got a call from the Chrysler dealer with a complete diagnostic and repair estimate. *faint* I note down everything and call dh at the mine site to get direction. Call back the Chrysler dealer--a couple times--to confirm exactly what and how dh wants things done. (Sometimes it's a blessing having a mechanic dh, sometimes....not so much...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, the tow truck is here for dh's truck. I go outside, chat with the driver while the little guys watch out the front window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I call the Toyota dealer, arrange for the Toyota van to get towed, and confirmed the issues needing to be dealt with on email with dh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on the tow truck for the Toyota right now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-6240927081595012875?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/6240927081595012875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=6240927081595012875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/6240927081595012875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/6240927081595012875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-has-been-weekend-of-dead-vehicle.html' title='This has been the weekend of the dead vehicle'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05232100800365371763'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-672027917653892754</id><published>2009-03-08T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T08:55:04.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maranatha'/><title type='text'>It Is Well with My Soul</title><content type='html'>When peace, like a river, attendeth my way&lt;br /&gt;When sorrows like sea billows roll&lt;br /&gt;Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say&lt;br /&gt;It is well, it is well, with my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is well, with my soul&lt;br /&gt;It is well, with my soul&lt;br /&gt;It is well, it is well, with my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come&lt;br /&gt;Let this blest assurance control&lt;br /&gt;That Christ has regarded my helpless estate&lt;br /&gt;And hath shed His own blood for my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought&lt;br /&gt;My sin, not in part but the whole&lt;br /&gt;Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight&lt;br /&gt;The clouds be rolled back as a scroll&lt;br /&gt;The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend&lt;br /&gt;Even so, it is well with my soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-672027917653892754?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/672027917653892754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=672027917653892754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/672027917653892754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/672027917653892754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-is-well-with-my-soul.html' title='It Is Well with My Soul'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05232100800365371763'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-2355068844456479369</id><published>2009-03-06T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T11:36:18.830-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maranatha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about these things'/><title type='text'>Where has this been all my life?</title><content type='html'>My pastor is preaching a series through the Sermon on the Mount, and to me it feels like the first time I've heard these things. How is it possible to live as a believer for over thirty years, and to have arguably the most familiar chapters of the Bible hitting me with such force and vigor? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do such basic concepts as trust and prayer seem wholly new? Why don't I yet understand that grace is God's power at work in my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, help me to be the kind of person who:&lt;br /&gt;*chooses prayer over manipulation&lt;br /&gt;*believes others possess the same dignity as I&lt;br /&gt;*fully realizes that God will get the job done better than I&lt;br /&gt;*understands that I can't act in a way that doesn't fit the Kingdom to gain a result that does&lt;br /&gt;*replaces my goals for God's goals&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-2355068844456479369?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/2355068844456479369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=2355068844456479369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/2355068844456479369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/2355068844456479369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-has-this-been-all-my-life.html' title='Where has this been all my life?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05232100800365371763'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-4266738682324568784</id><published>2009-02-10T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T09:03:34.983-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being me'/><title type='text'>A Bit of Fun</title><content type='html'>I found this on &lt;a href="http://paradoxology.wordpress.com/2009/01/15/a-bit-of-fun/"&gt;Chautona's&lt;/a&gt; blog and thought I’d do it too.  It seemed fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just boldface the items that you HAVE done, and leave the rest normal….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Started your own blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;br /&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;7. Been to Disneyland/world&lt;br /&gt;8. Climbed a mountain.&lt;br /&gt;9. Held a praying mantis&lt;br /&gt;10. Sang a solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;br /&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitchhiked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you weren’t ill.&lt;br /&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;br /&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a marathon.&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;br /&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;41. Sung Karaoke&lt;br /&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;br /&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal in a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;br /&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;br /&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;57. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;br /&gt;63. Gotten flowers for no reason&lt;br /&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets, or plasma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter  (Kevin and Jenna have!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;br /&gt;71. Eaten Caviar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;br /&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Seen the changing of the guards in London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;77. Broken a bone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;84. Had your picture in the paper.&lt;br /&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;br /&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;91. Met someone famous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;br /&gt;93. Lost a loved one&lt;br /&gt;94. Had a baby &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;97. Been involved in a lawsuit&lt;br /&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;br /&gt;99. Been stung by a bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-4266738682324568784?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/4266738682324568784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=4266738682324568784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/4266738682324568784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/4266738682324568784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/02/bit-of-fun.html' title='A Bit of Fun'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05232100800365371763'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-7315280873942880541</id><published>2009-02-02T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:42:38.190-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we watch'/><title type='text'>And there was much rejoicing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/hr/content_display/film/news/e3if62038d8254ace2705b717a074f173b5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dawn Treader&lt;/em&gt; is picked up by Fox Studios&lt;/a&gt;, with an expected release date for the holiday season 2010. Hopefully the screenwriter will cut out the nonsense and refrain from adding kisses and other unnecessary baggage to the story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-7315280873942880541?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/7315280873942880541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=7315280873942880541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/7315280873942880541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/7315280873942880541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-there-was-much-rejoicing.html' title='And there was much rejoicing'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05232100800365371763'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-2845727854292426620</id><published>2009-01-20T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:12:54.111-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics and other necessary evils'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sweet boy'/><title type='text'>Five years of sweetness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SXYvOcr0JQI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_PUySk0FG2k/s1600-h/000_0024edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SXYvOcr0JQI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_PUySk0FG2k/s320/000_0024edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293470337285235970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember watching Bush's 2004 State of the Union before hitting transition while laboring for my sweet boy's birth. On his fifth birthday he hasn't shown any interest in the events going on in our nation's capital. Here's hoping his ninth birthday will mark another peaceful transfer of power!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-2845727854292426620?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/2845727854292426620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=2845727854292426620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/2845727854292426620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/2845727854292426620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/01/five-years-of-sweetness.html' title='Five years of sweetness!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05232100800365371763'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SXYvOcr0JQI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_PUySk0FG2k/s72-c/000_0024edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-1078716264815196900</id><published>2009-01-20T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:04:46.570-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics and other necessary evils'/><title type='text'>Inauguration</title><content type='html'>20/365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SXYtQhfA-VI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9aX2Vii-9vE/s1600-h/100_6293edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SXYtQhfA-VI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9aX2Vii-9vE/s320/100_6293edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293468173910210898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be inserting the actual cup sleeve into my album. The quote is from Lincoln's Inaugural Address, March 4, 1865:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right s God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in, to bind up the nation's wounds, to care for him who shall have borne the battle and for his widow and his orphan, to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting peace among ourselves and with all nations."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless President Barack Obama as he begins his work, and may God bless our nation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-1078716264815196900?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/1078716264815196900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=1078716264815196900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/1078716264815196900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/1078716264815196900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/01/inauguration.html' title='Inauguration'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05232100800365371763'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SXYtQhfA-VI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9aX2Vii-9vE/s72-c/100_6293edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-694753446387022532</id><published>2009-01-19T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:59:00.207-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the wild child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how we do it'/><title type='text'>Dentist office victory</title><content type='html'>19/365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SXYquC56zGI/AAAAAAAAAKY/YM8JWNV8W_s/s1600-h/100_6288edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SXYquC56zGI/AAAAAAAAAKY/YM8JWNV8W_s/s320/100_6288edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293465382562745442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six kids.&lt;br /&gt;Five appointments.&lt;br /&gt;Four exams.&lt;br /&gt;Three year old's first visit, meltdown-free.&lt;br /&gt;Two hundred dollar credit.&lt;br /&gt;One happy mama.&lt;br /&gt;Zero cavities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longer version: It went amazingly smoothly. We go to a large office, so they did three of the kids at a time. We were in and out in exactly an hour--including sitting down with the office manager to chat about insurance/payment/future plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L didn't cooperate with getting in the chair, so he didn't get his teeth cleaned. He did let the dentist look at his teeth, though, and they all looked good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four oldest all got their teeth cleaned and checked. Not a single cavity! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dd needs to have work done on her teeth. She's got one tooth toward the front coming in really badly, and the rest of the front of her mouth doesn't have enough room. I'll be talking it over with dh. Thankfully we have dental insurance that will cover some of the cost, so this will be doable. Oh, and the office inadvertently overcharged us last year, so we have over a $200 credit with their office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a very good dentist's visit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-694753446387022532?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/694753446387022532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=694753446387022532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/694753446387022532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/694753446387022532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/01/dentist-office-victory.html' title='Dentist office victory'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05232100800365371763'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SXYquC56zGI/AAAAAAAAAKY/YM8JWNV8W_s/s72-c/100_6288edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-7203083256405112181</id><published>2009-01-18T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:28:10.948-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the little guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>18/365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SXYlsjlx2gI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MZoKJ7Gq5MU/s1600-h/SHOES.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SXYlsjlx2gI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MZoKJ7Gq5MU/s320/SHOES.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293459859418765826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today H wore shoes for the very first time. He is our fifth boy to wear these little hiking boots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not at all sentimental.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-7203083256405112181?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/7203083256405112181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=7203083256405112181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/7203083256405112181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/7203083256405112181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/01/18365-today-h-wore-shoes-for-very-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05232100800365371763'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SXYlsjlx2gI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MZoKJ7Gq5MU/s72-c/SHOES.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>