<?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-3460389670972636558</id><updated>2011-09-25T16:17:52.848-04:00</updated><category term='christianity'/><category term='homekeeping'/><category term='literature'/><category term='weather'/><category term='no&apos;poo'/><category term='prayer room'/><category term='Random thought of the day'/><category term='schooling at home'/><category term='Thankful Thursday'/><category term='Just for fun'/><category term='church'/><category term='housework'/><category term='crunchy momma'/><category term='nutrition'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='organization'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='homeschooling'/><category term='metaphors'/><category term='unity of believers'/><category term='sabbath'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='health'/><category term='lessons learned'/><title type='text'>C&amp;C mommy factory</title><subtitle type='html'>Assembling Young Lives One Day at a Time.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>396</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-6838220753053475632</id><published>2010-12-01T11:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T12:04:06.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Advent 12.1 Come Jesus</title><content type='html'>Day 3 of our advent reading did not disappoint.  Once again we return to the Creation story, to the saddest part of possibly the whole Bible as Ann says, The Fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet even in our sin.  Even in our desire to hide and cover up God is gracious to us.  He didn't thunder down from heaven at the moment we entered into sin.  No.  He came quietly calling for us in the cool of the day.  "Where are you?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how He love us!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZsUL54u93kg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZsUL54u93kg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-6838220753053475632?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/6838220753053475632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=6838220753053475632&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/6838220753053475632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/6838220753053475632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2010/12/adevent-121-come-jesus.html' title='Advent 12.1 Come Jesus'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-5942659758231664480</id><published>2010-11-30T13:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T14:01:41.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Advent</title><content type='html'>We are reading through &lt;a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/2010/11/free-jesse-tree-advent-devotional-book/"&gt;Ann Voskamp's Jesse Tree devotional&lt;/a&gt; for the first time this year.  In years past I've wanted to make a Jesse Tree but missed the first few days and being the perfectionist that I am thought it wasn't "right" if we didn't do it all.  &lt;br /&gt;I have not been disappointed.  That Ann knows how to put into words the very feelings of my heart.  There are very few times when her writing doesn't bring tears to my eyes.  &lt;br /&gt;Today's reading began at the beginning, where all good love stories start.  In the beginning God created us, from nothing.  I always love to start the story of Christ there too.  I'm so glad Ann went this route!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hymn, while not a "Christmas" hymn goes along great with our reading.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nogEfJMkZKI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nogEfJMkZKI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-5942659758231664480?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/5942659758231664480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=5942659758231664480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/5942659758231664480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/5942659758231664480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2010/11/advent.html' title='Advent'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-6074883687967327992</id><published>2010-11-26T22:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T23:10:14.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's raining, it's pouring.....</title><content type='html'>I'm still wearing my galoshes.  I've also added an inflatable raft.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has just not been treating me kindly these past few months.  I won't go into detail other than to say it is highly personal and very familiar territory.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stepping out of the shower the other day and had been praying and said to the Lord something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't understand why I keep going down this same path over and over and over again.  Each time I think I've finally taken the right steps to continue on my journey and yet here I am, passing the same tree, noticing the same rocks and patches of weeds.  When will I finally find the right path, learn this lesson, so that I may circle around another tree?  Please, Lord, help me to learn what it is you want me to learn, act the way you want me to act, and to get off this rocky precipice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what makes this so particularly hard is that much of the "battle" is out of my hands.  I have so few choices.  The ones I do have seem equally bad and here I am trying to choose the lesser of the evils.  The problem is that I just can't be sure I'm choosing correctly.  I read my Bible and pray and the only answer I seem to be getting is "wait. stand."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just stand.  It seems so simple to just stand but really is one of the most difficult things I've ever done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Standing still.  Waiting on the Lord.  Trusting that He will carry me through all these difficult days and place me in the ark of his love.~  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord, and in the power of his might.&lt;br /&gt;Put on the whole armor of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil.&lt;br /&gt;For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.&lt;br /&gt;Wherefore take unto you the whole armor of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.&lt;br /&gt;Stand therefore, having your loins girt about with truth, and having on the breastplate of righteousness;&lt;br /&gt;And your feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked.&lt;br /&gt;And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ephesian 6:10-17&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-6074883687967327992?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/6074883687967327992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=6074883687967327992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/6074883687967327992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/6074883687967327992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-raining-its-pouring.html' title='It&apos;s raining, it&apos;s pouring.....'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-1314157608381642355</id><published>2010-10-20T22:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T22:09:55.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SCORE</title><content type='html'>We finally caught Mr. Mousie!!!!  It took 5 nights of setting more and more traps,the little booger managed to extricate himself off a glue trap first, but WE GOT HIM!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That little dirty beggar was ridiculously hard to catch.  In fact so much so that I had almost convinced myself that he had found his way out of the house until I saw all the fur he left behind on the glue trap.  I am so pleased he is now DEAD.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12yo was my hero on Sunday.  I couldn't even look at the trap much less take it out.  I thought I was going to have to knock on one of the neighbors' door and ask one of them to dispose of it, but she finally looked at me bravely and said she thought she could do it.  She wrapped her arm in 3 shopping bags, turned her head and reached in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that ordeal is over.  My nerves could not take it any longer.  We had to spend 2 nights at my mom and dad's house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the last I hope I ever have to deal with a mouse.  At least for another 10 years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-1314157608381642355?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/1314157608381642355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=1314157608381642355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/1314157608381642355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/1314157608381642355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2010/10/score.html' title='SCORE'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-4915835440238227814</id><published>2010-10-14T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T11:03:02.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>EEEK</title><content type='html'>Here's a tip: Never leave your front door hanging open this time of year to air out cooking odors. We did Tuesday night and I happened to look over and see "something" run through the front door. I convinced myself that I was imagining things and put the kids to bed and waited up for my husband. When he got home he was relaxing in front of the computer to wind down before bed. I heard him say, "A mouse?!" Well, let’s just say there was crying, and jumping up on furniture, and lots of "kill it!!!!" exclamations. Finally my husband looks at me and says sharply, "It's just a mouse.”&lt;br /&gt;Just a mouse? JUST a mouse? Oh I thought he knew me better than that! By this point the kids are u p, I'm in hysterical tears. Tired but can't go to sleep. My children had to walk me to the bathroom. Ya know..Just in "case."I'm trying to shove Isaac out the door to go buy traps to make sure it gets dead before morning. He wasn't really complying so I threw on my clothes and made a 3:30 am run to Wal-Mart-with my kids in tow, because by this point I had sufficiently freaked them out as well. By 4:30 the traps were set and I was finally in bed-in my kids room because my husband had seen the mouse try to run under our bedroom door.  He scared it away and plugged up the bottom of the door, but the TERROR.  I just could not get anywhere near that door.  &lt;br /&gt;It’s now Thursday morning.  I have traps and glue traps and combo glue/snap traps set up all through my living room and kitchen. –Still  no caught mouse.  It was here FOR SURE yesterday morning because both girls saw it running around near my computer area.  Maybe it found a way into the bedrooms despite the fact that my husband nailed thick pieces of foam under the door jams.  (okay, maybe he understands the depths of my terror a little bit.) MAYBE it found a way out yesterday while we were running around with hubby like he says.  MAYBE.  But just to be safe…I’m buying so me more traps!  &lt;br /&gt;My only problem is what I’m going to do if I catch it…who’s gonna take it out of my house because you know where I’ll be?  &lt;br /&gt;Standing in the bathtub, waiting for the coast to be clear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-4915835440238227814?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/4915835440238227814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=4915835440238227814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/4915835440238227814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/4915835440238227814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2010/10/eeek.html' title='EEEK'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-6027889462242067629</id><published>2010-06-10T22:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T22:38:09.019-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When it rains...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes life is bright and sunny other days it seems to be a little cloudy.  Sometimes it pours buckets.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been wearing my galoshes!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is never a good thing.  2 deaths in one week is just terrible.  2 vehicles breaking down in the midst of it all is just plain mean.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all that meanness makes me feel mean right back.  It must be the way I grieve sometimes.  I just haven't felt like coddling people (including my poor, equally grumpy husband).  There is nothing I would like more than to spend a few days with "my peeps" but I have found that maybe those "peeps" really aren't the peeps I thought they were.  None of my friends have called to see how we're doing.  One emailed and said they knew they should call, but then never followed through.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm either really too sensitive right now, or else finally seeing clearly.  I really thought my friends would in some way rally round and find out how we were.  Instead, I got a canceled play date, via email, and an a quick email about feeling the need to call but not doing it.  I just don't feel in the mood to chase people down and make then care about me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the memo people....It's not my job to make you care.  It's not my job to chase you down and make you be friends with me.  It's not my job to do your job!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the other memo, grumpy person who shall remain "nameless:"  The a/c going out in a car is not a life crisis that requires the immediate purchase of a newer vehicle to make you feel better!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, when the sun is once again shining....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-6027889462242067629?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/6027889462242067629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=6027889462242067629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/6027889462242067629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/6027889462242067629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-it-rains.html' title='When it rains...'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-6182267870730335577</id><published>2010-05-30T00:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T00:15:58.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you think it's possible...</title><content type='html'>..to die from embarassment?  If so then it's a good thing I know I am right with the Lord! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this slight problem with perfectionism, and if I can't do something perfectly I don't want to do it at all.  And if I do something right, but everybody else doesn't and I look like I messed up, then it's even worse.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say I am having one of those moments that I may never allow myself to live down, but that has probably already been forgotten by everyone else!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruised knees heal.  Bruised pride festers.  Learning to love self is the hardest lesson of all.  Teach me Lord!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-6182267870730335577?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/6182267870730335577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=6182267870730335577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/6182267870730335577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/6182267870730335577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2010/05/do-you-think-its-possible.html' title='Do you think it&apos;s possible...'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-8400970849089154867</id><published>2010-05-24T12:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T12:54:01.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 177</title><content type='html'>Oh, my! How time does fly!  I can scarcely believe that we are on day 177 of 180 of our school year!  It seems like the months have just flown by!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a quick recap of our year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girl #2 started her first "official" year of homeschooling.  Other years were pretty hit and miss.  This is the first year that she actually had a planning page filled out in my teacher's book.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girl #2 also started Girl Scouts which started off as a total unplanned disaster but has since come into harmonious planning and execution.  I took over as co-leader in February sometime.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girl #1 has grown a gazillion inches (yes, it's an  official unit of measurement!) and is now older, taller and more mature than I could ever have imagined she would be when I held her as a mere babe.  *sniff, sniff*   MOVING ON! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Co-op as we knew it officially came to it's official end this year.  While I knew it was over much earlier on in the year our last coop was a week ago.  No I was not even sad.  I've become more...un-caring about it over the past year.  I've taken a "who needs 'em?!" attitude.  Can any one say "self preservation?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girl #2 started reading words and short sentences.  Yes, she still reads backwards in mirror images at times, but she has begun to read Bob Books and so we have made improvement.  She is still on my "watch" list for learning difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girl #1 worked tirelessly on her Junior Scout Bronze award, as an individual when her troop decided the needs of animals came before the needs of people.  She is finishing up her final hours of service needed to complete a total of 15.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girl #1 also became the darling of Daisy Troop by being at every meeting (except 1 that I made her stay home from just so the troop leaders wouldn't take her for granted-this was before I became co-leader.) She is the unofficial big sister to every Daisy scout and they love her.  Who woulnd't?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I experienced NO WINTER BLUES!  Yippee!! This is truly a miracle and one to give thanks for!  I did however come down with a 3 week belly ache that made me feel like if it didn't stop soon it was time to see a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, that is all I can think of for now!  LOL!  More later?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-8400970849089154867?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/8400970849089154867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=8400970849089154867&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/8400970849089154867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/8400970849089154867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-177.html' title='Day 177'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-3153613256232969546</id><published>2010-04-30T12:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T12:12:46.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingers Crossed</title><content type='html'>I think I'm sleeping again.  It may have something to do with my taking Nyquil due to having caught a cold, but I'm sleeping.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep is pure bliss!  I don't know why people purposefully do without it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other great news?!  It's almost May-almost the end of the school year.  Almost time to do nothing everyday but relax and ramble in the outdoors.  Oh, I love summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-3153613256232969546?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/3153613256232969546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=3153613256232969546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/3153613256232969546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/3153613256232969546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2010/04/fingers-crossed.html' title='Fingers Crossed'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-1918810132580990820</id><published>2010-04-21T02:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T02:40:29.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2:40 am and counting.....</title><content type='html'>Guess who's tired, been to bed and is back up again at 2:35am?  Yup.  Can't sleep.  I can't figure this out!  I've had no caffeine, feel no stress and have no "irons in the fire."  I feel tired so I go to bed, turn off the lights and snuggle into my pillow.  Just about that time I discover my brain thinks it is time to be wide awake!  Not in the mood relaxing tea(besides who wants to turn on the kettle in the middle of the night).  Maybe I'll try some sudoku.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-1918810132580990820?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/1918810132580990820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=1918810132580990820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/1918810132580990820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/1918810132580990820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2010/04/240-am-and-counting.html' title='2:40 am and counting.....'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-2964424594611327867</id><published>2010-04-07T03:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T03:10:17.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3:07 am</title><content type='html'>So here's the thing.  I have been having some sleep issues.  I feel tired, only to go to bed and not be able to fall asleep.  I have also struggled with some random anxiety issues these past few months too.  I don't like it.  The sleeplessness is probably related to the anxiety although when I haven't been able to sleep I haven't felt anxiety.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes it is the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I have been waking up at the same time every morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how do I get over this hurdle of not sleeping?  My eyes say sleep yet it still alludes me.  My mind is not clear enough to make clear, interesting sentences.  Please be kind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-2964424594611327867?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/2964424594611327867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=2964424594611327867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/2964424594611327867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/2964424594611327867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2010/04/307-am.html' title='3:07 am'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-2345636734569293355</id><published>2010-04-05T02:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T02:38:37.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2:37 am</title><content type='html'>There are just some things that are too personal to discuss with anybody-including my husband.  I know some people would ague with me about this, but I am still right! There are just some things one can't discuss to another person.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life moves at a crazy pace.  It just doesn't seem fair that we are but vapors.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, the previous 2 paragraphs don't appear to go together at all, but give me a sec.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt; I'll be able to connect the dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is beautiful.  From the moment we are born until our last breath it is a work of art.  Sure there are messy parts that we wouldn't go through again for love or money, but those times combined with all the laughs, giggles, triumphs, conquests and the mundane all swirl together in a big gooey mass to form a masterpiece in the hands of Our Potter.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think with me now for a moment about infinity.  Eternity.  It stretches on and on never ending, never beginning.  The minutes we spend living in time without end is ever so small.  Now think with me for a moment about your childhood.  Think way back to the time when all that you knew was good, happy, and right.  Evil and sorrow were abstract concepts that you tasted only rarely, but with each taste you were thrust out closer to growing up.  Sad.  Mere vapors.  Each moment a mere microscopic dot when compared to eternity.  Each experience shapes and molds us into something new.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no words to even describe how small and fleeting I realize each day is.  When I held a crying, sleepless babe thought the night would never end.  Then with a  blink the years sped by.  Some things are just too personal to talk about.  There is just no language for it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to "do" something about it.  I want to take action.  But there is no way I can fix it.  No way to make it all better.  Just this thick knot in my throat that won't swallow down.  Tears that try to fall but have not gained permission.  A sleeping house with no comfort in it.  A blank screen with too few words to ever define how I feel. Only feeble prayers carry me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-2345636734569293355?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/2345636734569293355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=2345636734569293355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/2345636734569293355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/2345636734569293355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2010/04/237-am.html' title='2:37 am'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-8468716707740636967</id><published>2010-03-15T11:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T11:52:48.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Breath....</title><content type='html'>I have been away a long, long time.  I have to say life is just getting too busy to take a minute to blog about it.  Currently we are in the throws of Girl-Scout-a-palooza 2010.  Now that both girls are official enrollees and I am in the process of becoming a leader it seems like all we do is school and scouts.  Somewhere in there we also manage to eat and pick up a few things from the floor to keep it from swallowing us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep reminding myself that Scouts are an activity NOT who we are but the organization itself is so busy and full that it quickly swallows up real life.  I am working to find a balance in there some place.  I don't know WHAT I was thinking when I agreed to be a leader too.  WHY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that the Lord has gently prompted me to not allow it to become bigger than Him.  Do not allow the memory work and the crafts to replace the more important memory work and the special times we take worshiping in our own ways.  This is harder than one would think when there is just so much activity to be attended.  I am working, often failing, but still reminded to keep First Love first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By His Grace....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-8468716707740636967?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/8468716707740636967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=8468716707740636967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/8468716707740636967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/8468716707740636967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-breath.html' title='Just Breath....'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-5903114310195656031</id><published>2010-02-23T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T10:42:56.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Meat?!</title><content type='html'>What's not to love about a title like that?!  Head on over to &lt;a href="http://kellythekitchenkop.com/2010/02/u-s-wellness-meats-giveaway-of-kitchen-kop-favorites-83-value.html/comment-page-1#comment-55979"&gt;Kelly the Kitchen Kop's &lt;/a&gt;to learn how to win $80.00 worth of meat products from U.S. Wellness Meats.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can taste it already!  (if only I could ever win these things!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-5903114310195656031?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/5903114310195656031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=5903114310195656031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/5903114310195656031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/5903114310195656031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2010/02/free-meat.html' title='Free Meat?!'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-3120317932763077608</id><published>2010-01-31T00:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T00:26:59.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby it's Cold outside!</title><content type='html'>As my experience in homeschooling increases, I'm finding it increasingly easier to find creative ways of logging in learning time.  For instance, this week it has been cold here, really cold!  However, Friday the sun was shining.  Poor 6yo is so ready for outside play and began to be excited that the sun was shining!  She just had to know if she was permitted to go out to play.  The way she was asking made me feel at first that she feels like she's never allowed outside until I realized that she's used to  not being permitted to play computer or watch tv during "office hours." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to encourage her to be sure to bundle up!  The sunshine is deceptive.  When the sun is shining and the sky looks so blue, it's easy to forget that the thermometer may only read 12*.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watched her bundle up I was suddenly aware of my own cooped up feeling.  Too much time indoors with no sunshine makes for a gloomy feeling.  So I  bundled up and went out with her.  As soon as we stepped outside the cold hit us like a brick wall.  It may have been sunny but it was so cold and windy.   We had to warm up and my mind immediately thought of a book I had just read about a girl surviving alone on the Northern Tundra ("Julie of the Wolves" ...good read!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"1,2, 3, GO!" I yelled and we took off!  Running and running races back and forth in the yard until the cold air made it too difficult to breath.  By that time 12yo had heard all the excitement and decided to join us.  Just in time for a nature walk.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering what I had read about &lt;a href="http://handbookofnaturestudy.blogspot.com/2010/01/outdoor-hour-challenge-winter-series.html"&gt;winter challenges&lt;/a&gt; we set off in the direction of some cattails.  Just about that time the wind whipped up even stronger.   The cold began to really sink in, but still we pressed on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to make it to the cattails and have a quick look, but the girls and I were SO COLD.  Hastily I reached out and snapped one off to bring inside.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once inside we inspected it and 6yo promptly decided to keep it forever! The rest of the day was spent leisurely working through a few subjects.  Yes we accomplished some "book work" and I didn't even feel guilty about how little we actually covered.  I'm learning to sit back, and enjoy all the small moments.  Next time, I hope I have a better camera to take along.  If we're going to suffer through all that wind it would be nice to have a picture or two to help document it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-3120317932763077608?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/3120317932763077608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=3120317932763077608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/3120317932763077608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/3120317932763077608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2010/01/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='Baby it&apos;s Cold outside!'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-7596077285917585819</id><published>2010-01-30T13:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T13:30:01.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This and That</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I last typed up a post.  I've been feeling a little disjointed.  Not really winter blue, not sad, or even yucky-just disorganized and unable to pull it together.  I guess one can't have it all, so if I have to "fail" in some area this is the one I don't mind failing in right now.  This may sound strange, but I gotta tell ya:  I'll take a little disorganization over the winter blues ANY DAY!  One can always clean, but it's quite difficult to feel good when the body isn't cooperating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That stomach bug made it through all 3 of we girls.  It was the strangest bug I've ever had.  My stomach just hurt and felt uncomfortable for several weeks.  WEEKS!  No fever,vomiting or diarrhea though so I guess we fared alright.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the positive side, January was a low grocery expenditure month for us!  We ate what we felt we could from out of the freezer and cupboard.  Little to no meat for several weeks which was okay.  One night I was simply craving protein.  Luckily I had 1 frozen steak and the girls didn't want any  meat so I was able to cook it up for myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we're finally through it, but the past few nights Hubby has been complaining about his stomach not feeling quite right.  Uh-oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls have be plugging away at school (although not accomplishing as much as I would like).  The days have been cold but are noticeably longer so we've been still enjoying them just from the inside.  Spring will be a welcomed site!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-7596077285917585819?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/7596077285917585819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=7596077285917585819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/7596077285917585819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/7596077285917585819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-and-that.html' title='This and That'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-4712361127766714631</id><published>2010-01-13T17:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T23:12:03.546-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Peach Cobbler</title><content type='html'>I won't bore you with the details, but lets just say that after a week long battle with a stomach bug, I have yet to get the whole eating thing back on track.  I am using it as an opportunity to cook out of the pantry.  Someone might as well enjoy themselves with a little comfort food-Even if that someone isn't me.  :p (feeling a little green!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Microwaved Peach Cobbler&lt;br /&gt; 1 bag (approx. 4 c.) frozen peaches&lt;br /&gt;1 T. cornstarch&lt;br /&gt;1/3 c. brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/3 c. water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spray or butter a glass dish (I used a deep pie pan) stir together ingredients Microwave on high power 6-8 minutes until it begins to thicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stir in a generous pat of butter +1 T. lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2T butter&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. self rising flour&lt;br /&gt;1 t. cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while peach mixture is cooking:  soften butter in bowl over warm water.  Beat in egg, sugar self rising flour and cinnamon.  &lt;br /&gt;spoon over peach mixture.  Microwave additional 10 minutes. (spooning liquid over dumplings the last 2 minutes of cooking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serve warm with milk or vanilla ice cream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I modified this recipe just a little from an &lt;a href="http://southernfood.about.com/od/peachcobblers/r/bl80301e.htm"&gt;about.com recipe.&lt;/a&gt;  While it is not exactly grandma's peach cobbler, it is quick and easy which is great if one wants to serve the family a treat but doesn't want to spend much time in the kitchen.  Next time I will not add all that sugar to the peaches.  We found them to be a bit too sweet.  (of course, despite our recent holiday splurges, we're still not eating much sugar)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-4712361127766714631?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/4712361127766714631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=4712361127766714631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/4712361127766714631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/4712361127766714631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2010/01/peach-cobbler.html' title='Peach Cobbler'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-6460785052547344281</id><published>2010-01-05T22:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T00:31:03.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It was the cookies.</title><content type='html'>I blame it all on the cookies.  I was doing so well with my whole healthy eating thing.  Then Christmas came and I just couldn't imagine a Christmas without a few cookies and I resolved to bake some with less sugar.  Suncrystals makes a great stevia/sugar blend for baking.  I did well.  I made a few batches (I went with a gingersnap, oatmeal, and Italian walnut cookies) and kept a few for us and gave some away to a diabetic friend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great.  Yummy.  I had a few cookies on Christmas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Santa went and done did it! He brought us all chocolate truffles in our stockings and since I had already eaten a few cookies, what did a few truffles matter?  And then what did a few more matter.  And then since I had already caved to sugar, what did the rest of them matter.  And then there was the crackers, and basically otherwise considered "healthy" snacks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent me over the EDGE!  Yup! Cuz right now?...I am going to pull a small batch of sun crystal oatmeal raisin cookies out of the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get the crap foods back out of my diet.  I have felt bloated and otherwise intestinally disrupted.  I know it's the sugar (and flour!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I get back on the health food train I'm going to eat a few more cookies and milk.  Then I'll sit down and make out a shopping list and begin the begin once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAST those oh, so good cookies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-6460785052547344281?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/6460785052547344281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=6460785052547344281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/6460785052547344281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/6460785052547344281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-was-cookies.html' title='It was the cookies.'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-466254255592156696</id><published>2010-01-02T00:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T01:13:38.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh I really should be sleeping!</title><content type='html'>But I am not.  I am however about to go to bed!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I do I wanted to let you know that there are a few t hings that I am jumping up and down over...LITERALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/Sz7imFZLtqI/AAAAAAAAAQw/vaYBqhSB1A4/s1600-h/ihop+webstream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/Sz7imFZLtqI/AAAAAAAAAQw/vaYBqhSB1A4/s200/ihop+webstream.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422020145311364770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Item 1:  the international house of prayer website (that's IHOP for those of us "in the know") has just made their &lt;a href="http://ihop.org/Publisher/Article.aspx?ID=1000058181"&gt;webstream&lt;/a&gt; completely free ALL THE TIME!!! YIPPEEE!!! I can't tell  you what a blessing ihop has been to me over the past few years.  While I've never actually been to the "campus"  I feel so much a part of the whole ministry and was extremely proud when they were featured on The 700 Club a few weeks ago.  I LOVE LOVE LOVE that I can turn on the prayer room and join with others in the 24/7 prayer/praise movement.  WHOOPEEEE!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/Sz7jG3tdhII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/7U4AQTgXTFA/s1600-h/B90-Read-Along-with-me.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/Sz7jG3tdhII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/7U4AQTgXTFA/s200/B90-Read-Along-with-me.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422020708574004354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Item 2:  The Read the Bible in 90 days challenge has started back up.  Today was day 1 so you still have time to get in on the action without feeling like you've fallen too far behind.  I sadly didn't complete the challenge over last summer, but I really enjoyed trying!  It really was such a blessing to be reading such a substantial amount of the Word everyday.  &lt;a href="http://www.havenministries.com/schedule.pdf"&gt;Here is a handy-dandy link&lt;/a&gt; for a bookmark with the reading schedule.  (not the official site, but easier to just click and print.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to bed now....squeeee!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-466254255592156696?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/466254255592156696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=466254255592156696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/466254255592156696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/466254255592156696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-i-really-should-be-sleeping.html' title='Oh I really should be sleeping!'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/Sz7imFZLtqI/AAAAAAAAAQw/vaYBqhSB1A4/s72-c/ihop+webstream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-6073894697998476980</id><published>2009-12-31T19:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T19:22:47.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BTW</title><content type='html'>I forgot to mention the &lt;a href="ihop.org"&gt;FREE webstream of IHOP's ONETHING '09 conference&lt;/a&gt;.  Doh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-6073894697998476980?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/6073894697998476980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=6073894697998476980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/6073894697998476980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/6073894697998476980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/12/btw.html' title='BTW'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-8205989750655578715</id><published>2009-12-30T15:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T15:37:07.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressing on</title><content type='html'>Moving toward a new year is such a nice feeling.  It feels good to look forward to the start of a new thing-even if it's just a new calendar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is slowly disappearing around here.  I took the decorations of the tree today.  I'm going to let the lights and popcorn up until tomorrow or the next day.  Mostly because I don't feel like dealing with the mess right now, but also because I have enjoyed having a REAL tree indoors.  I never really cared for a Christmas tree before, but now that we've gotten a real one, I don't see how I could ever go back to a pre-lighted fake one!  I have even reconciled the "religious implications" of it all.  (I won't elaborate any further though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am even looking forward to picking up school again.  We ended up taking &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a very long&lt;/span&gt; Christmas break.  As in_the_whole_month_of_December!!!  I know!!!! I can't believe I did it either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so ready for things to be back to normal. I leave you with this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before,I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus..."  -Phil 3:12b,13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-8205989750655578715?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/8205989750655578715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=8205989750655578715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/8205989750655578715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/8205989750655578715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/12/pressing-on.html' title='Pressing on'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-4452018988685607274</id><published>2009-12-26T22:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T22:48:22.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day After...post</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh...December 26th.  The day when the presents have all been unwrapped, too much sugar is consumed, and children never change out of their pj's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 26th always, inevitably, lets me feeling low.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people are with their families, enjoying one another.  I am home alone!  I HATE being alone for such long stretches of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all though I can't complain.  I woke up feeling just fine.  Spent the day feeling content with our holiday.  Even felt sorry the whole season is drawing to a close.  Then i fell asleep for 2 hours.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One would think a nap is a good thing...They always make me feel crabby.  I hate sleeping the day away like that.  Especially when I wake up to an empty house and friends that are too busy to visit.  There really is nothing constructive to do at 11 pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I will be up until wayyy after midnight.  Ergh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, the Holiday was NICE!  (focus on the positive.  FOCUS ON THE POSITIVE!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...breathing a little better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you next week.  Until then, enjoy being with your families!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-4452018988685607274?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/4452018988685607274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=4452018988685607274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/4452018988685607274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/4452018988685607274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-afterpost.html' title='The Day After...post'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-5043772477433622253</id><published>2009-12-23T20:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T21:03:16.696-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Cookies, Cookies, Cookies!</title><content type='html'>I'm busy gathering my cookie recipes. I'm looking for an Italian snowball cookie recipe.  I haven't found one that looks exactly right yet.  I found a few others that come close though.  I'm also not sure which spice cookie to make.  (maybe both?!) I'm also going to make a sugar free oatmeal cookie for a friend, but realized that I don't have any old-fashioned oats.  I was hoping I wouldn't have to go to the store!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Soft-Gingersnaps/Detail.aspx"&gt;Soft Gingersnaps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * 1 1/2 cups butter (no substitutes), softened&lt;br /&gt;    * 2 cups sugar&lt;br /&gt;    * 2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;    * 1/2 cup molasses&lt;br /&gt;    * 4 1/2 cups all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;    * 3 teaspoons baking soda&lt;br /&gt;    * 2 teaspoons ground cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;    * 1 teaspoon ground ginger&lt;br /&gt;    * 1 teaspoon ground cloves&lt;br /&gt;    * 1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;    * 1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;    * Additional sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. In a mixing bowl, cream butter and sugar. Add eggs, one at a time, beating well after each addition. Beat in molasses. Combine the flour, baking soda, cinnamon, ginger, cloves, salt and nutmeg; gradually add to creamed mixture. Refrigerate for 1 hour or until dough is easy to handle.&lt;br /&gt;   2. Roll into 1-in. balls; roll in sugar. Place 2 in. apart on ungreased baking sheets. Bake at 350 degrees F for 8-12 minutes or until puffy and lightly browned. Cool for 1 minute before removing to wire racks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Molasses-Sugar-Cookies/Detail.aspx"&gt;Molasses Sugar Cookies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * 1 1/2 cups shortening&lt;br /&gt;    * 2 cups white sugar&lt;br /&gt;    * 1/2 cup molasses&lt;br /&gt;    * 2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;    * 4 cups all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;    * 4 teaspoons baking soda&lt;br /&gt;    * 2 teaspoons ground cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;    * 1 teaspoon ground cloves&lt;br /&gt;    * 1 teaspoon ground ginger&lt;br /&gt;    * 1 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Melt the shortening in a large pan on the stove, and cool.&lt;br /&gt;   2. Add sugar, eggs, and molasses, beat well.&lt;br /&gt;   3. In a separate bowl, sift dry ingredients together and add to the pan. Mix well and chill 3 hours or overnight.&lt;br /&gt;   4. Form into walnut-size balls. Roll in granulated sugar. Place on greased cookie sheet about 2 inches apart.&lt;br /&gt;   5. Bake at 375 degrees F (190 degrees C) for 8-10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;   6. Store in an airtight container to keep from getting overly crisp. If they do lose their softness, an easy way to restore it is to place one slice of fresh bread in the container with the cookies for a couple of hours or overnight and they will be soft again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.delish.com/recipefinder/walnut-balls-4265"&gt;Walnut Balls&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    *  1 cup(s)  (2 sticks) butter (no substitutions), softened&lt;br /&gt;    * 6 tablespoon(s) granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;    * 1/2 teaspoon(s) vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;    * 2 cup(s) all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;    * 1/8 teaspoon(s) salt&lt;br /&gt;    * 1 bag(s) (8-ounce) walnuts, chopped&lt;br /&gt;    * 1 1/4 cup(s) confectioners' sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Preheat oven to 325 degrees F. In large bowl, with mixer on medium speed, beat butter, granulated sugar, and vanilla until creamy, occasionally scraping bowl with rubber spatula. Reduce speed to low; gradually beat in flour and salt just until blended, occasionally scraping bowl. Stir in walnuts.&lt;br /&gt;   2. Shape dough by rounded measuring teaspoons into 1-inch balls. Place balls, 1 inch apart, on ungreased large cookie sheet. Bake cookies 13 to 15 minutes or until bottoms are lightly browned.&lt;br /&gt;   3. Place confectioners' sugar in pie plate. While cookies are hot, with metal spatula, transfer 4 or 5 cookies at a time to pie plate with confectioners' sugar. Gently turn cookies with fork to generously coat with sugar. Transfer cookies to wire rack to cool completely.&lt;br /&gt;   4. Repeat with remaining dough and confectioners' sugar. Store cookies in tightly covered container at room temperature up to 1 week or in freezer up to 3 months. Dust with additional confectioners' sugar before serving if you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.delish.com/recipefinder/mexican-wedding-cookies-ghk1207"&gt;Mexican Wedding Cookies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You'll just have to click over to the link.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/1189002/italian_snowball_christmas_cookies.html"&gt;Italian Snowball Cookies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup unsalted butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;½ cup confectioners' sugar plus more for rolling cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;½ teaspoon almond extract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;½ cup finally chopped nuts (almond, walnuts or pecans all work fine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cups sifted all purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¼ teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 400 F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a large bowl, combine the butter, sugar, vanilla and almond extract until well combined. Add chopped nuts and mix well. Stir in the flour and salt until a firm dough is formed. If the dough is too sticky, add a little more flour. Wrap the dough in plastic wrap and chill for at least 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lightly floured surface, roll the dough into 1 inch balls. Place 1 inch apart on an ungreased cookie sheet. Bake until set but not browned, 10 - 12 minutes. Try not to overcook these! Cool on the cookie sheet for a few minutes and then roll in the confectioners' sugar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-5043772477433622253?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/5043772477433622253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=5043772477433622253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/5043772477433622253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/5043772477433622253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/12/cookies-cookies-cookies.html' title='Cookies, Cookies, Cookies!'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-8961302524610228778</id><published>2009-12-23T20:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T12:57:44.974-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Eggnog To try</title><content type='html'>I'm still working on gathering the recipes I want to try.  This is another one I've had my eye on!  I love eggnog, but store bought is just waaaayyy too high in sugar.  This one looks good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.keeperofthehome.org/2009/12/healthy-holiday-recipes-incredibly-yummy-homemade-egg-nog.html"&gt;Keeper of the Home's Eggnog Recipe &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 beaten egg yolks (free range is best)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 1/4 cups whole milk (raw, if available)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup unrefined sugar, like Rapadura or Sucanat (I bet Coconut/Palm sugar would also work, though I haven't tried it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup whipping cream (avoid ultra-pasteurized)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbsp unrefined sugar, or 1 Tbsp honey, or a few drops or maybe 1/2 packet of Stevia (just enough to add a touch of sweetness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ground nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Note: You may want to begin the recipe the day before you want the egg nog- it's an easy recipe, but does need time to chill properly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) In a medium pot, mix the egg yolks, milk and the 1/3 cup sugar. Cook and stir over medium heat until mixture just coats a metal spoon (see photo). Remove from heat. Place pot in a sink or bowl of ice water and stir for 2 minutes to cool mixture off a little. Stir in vanilla. Cover and chill for 4-24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) When you're ready to serve:&lt;br /&gt;Beat the whipping cream and 2 Tbsp of sugar (or sugar alternative) until soft peaks form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mixing-egg-nog:&lt;br /&gt;3) Transfer the chilled egg/milk/sugar mixture to a punch bowl. Fold in the whipped cream. Serve immediately. Sprinkle each serving with nutmeg. If you find it a little too thick or too sweet, simply stir in a bit of milk to thin it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-8961302524610228778?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/8961302524610228778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=8961302524610228778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/8961302524610228778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/8961302524610228778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/12/eggnog-to-try.html' title='Eggnog To try'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-4241024115260782786</id><published>2009-12-23T17:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T20:35:58.786-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Blueberry...something.</title><content type='html'>Hmmm...decisions. I may make Recipe #1 and add a little lemon zest to it.  Yum! Recipe #2 sounds good as well!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://foodblogga.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-moms-jordan-marsh-blueberry-muffin.html"&gt;Jordan Marsh Blueberry Muffins &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes 12 regular size muffins&lt;br /&gt;Print recipe only here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup butter&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4 cups sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;2 large eggs&lt;br /&gt;2 cups all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup whole milk&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1 pint blueberries, rinsed and patted dry&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon sugar for blueberries&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon cinnamon for blueberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place rack in center of oven and preheat to 375 degrees F. Line a 12-mold regular size muffin pan with paper muffins cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using a hand mixer, cream butter, sugar, and salt until soft. Add eggs, and mix until light and fluffy. Mix the flour and baking powder together, and stir into the batter, alternating with the milk. Stir in the vanilla. Mix until just incorporated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my mom's tip, and it works beautifully: In a small bowl, sprinkle blueberries with 1 teaspoon each sugar and cinnamon. Gently toss until well coated. Fold into the batter. Spoon batter into the 12 muffin cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake for 25-30 minutes, or until the tops are light gold and a cake tester inserted into the center of a muffin comes out clean. Transfer the pan to a rack to cool for 5 minutes before removing each muffin and placing on a wire rack to cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://closetcooking.blogspot.com/2008/08/blueberry-maple-oatmeal-muffins-with.html"&gt;Blueberry Maple Muffins (w/ oatmeal and streusel )&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup maple syrup&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup vanilla yogurt&lt;br /&gt;1 over ripe banana (mashed)&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup butter (melted)&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup rolled oats&lt;br /&gt;1 cup flour&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup whole wheat flour&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoon baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon baking soda&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoon cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1 cup blueberries&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup pecans&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup flour&lt;br /&gt;pinch cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup dark brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoon unsalted butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mix the brown sugar, maple syrup, yogurt, banana, butter, egg and rolled oats in a bowl and let it sit for 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mix the flours, baking powder, baking soda, cinnamon and salt in a bowl.&lt;br /&gt;3. Mix the wet and dry ingredients along with the blueberries until just mixed.&lt;br /&gt;4. Spoon the mixture into a greased muffin pan.&lt;br /&gt;5. Mix the pecans, flour, cinnamon, brown sugar and butter until they form crumbs.&lt;br /&gt;6. Spoon some of the streusel onto the muffins.&lt;br /&gt;7. Bake in a preheated 375F oven for about 20 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-4241024115260782786?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/4241024115260782786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=4241024115260782786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/4241024115260782786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/4241024115260782786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/12/blueberrysomething.html' title='Blueberry...something.'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-7015547645584744716</id><published>2009-12-23T14:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T21:05:34.243-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Christmas Menu Planning</title><content type='html'>I'm typing it up here so I don't have to print.  Maybe it will be helpful to someone else. (recipes follow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiche Lorraine (prebake)&lt;br /&gt;Bacon&lt;br /&gt;Blueberry...?  (Muffins maybe.)  &lt;br /&gt;Sparkling Juice&lt;br /&gt;Coffee or Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening Feast&lt;br /&gt;Peking Duck&lt;br /&gt;Ham&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Potato casserole&lt;br /&gt;Collard greens&lt;br /&gt;Fuzhou Noodles OR Mac-n-Cheese (made w/ Dreamfields Penne)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookies, ice cream/ root beer Floats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Quiche Lorraine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrigerated Pie Crust (or make your own...but why bother?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 large eggs&lt;br /&gt;2 cups whipping cream or half-and-half&lt;br /&gt;8 slices bacon, crisply cooked, crumbled (1/2 cup)&lt;br /&gt;1/2-1 whole red bell pepper depending on taste (chopped, and excess moisture squeezed through paper towel)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup shredded Swiss cheese (4 oz)&lt;br /&gt;4 Tbsp chopped green onion or chives&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon pepper&lt;br /&gt;1/8 teaspoon ground red pepper (cayenne)&lt;br /&gt;grape tomatoes divided in half (for garnish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat oven to 425.  Line pie pan or quiche pan with pie crusts.  Cover entire crust with double layer of foil.  Bake 10 minutes.  Remove foil and bake additional 2-4 minutes until pastry begins to brown and set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, whisk eggs, cream, salt and pepper together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When crust is ready add   bacon, bell pepper, cheese, onions to the pastry.  Pour egg mixture over.  Garnish with tomatoes and red pepper.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reduce heat to 325 and bake 45-50 minutes or until knife inserted into center come out clean.  Let stand for 10 minutes before serving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-7015547645584744716?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/7015547645584744716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=7015547645584744716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/7015547645584744716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/7015547645584744716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-menu-planning.html' title='Christmas Menu Planning'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-6726519601050314956</id><published>2009-12-23T12:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T12:32:39.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon....</title><content type='html'>...Re-posts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went through some of my archives.  I found a few posts that I simply luv.  Since I have been in a bloggy drought for quite a while, I've decided to re-run some of the posts.  Maybe I will recapture some of the bloggy mojo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-6726519601050314956?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/6726519601050314956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=6726519601050314956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/6726519601050314956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/6726519601050314956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/12/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon....'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-773477814277293278</id><published>2009-12-22T14:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T14:55:59.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair really is a great insultator!</title><content type='html'>Oh, I know you are wondering....What is she talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well isn't it obvious?  Haircuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had long, long hair for the past 4 or so years.  Hair long enough to sit on.  Last year I cut it up to my hips to help it look healthier.  Today I snapped.  I whacked my hair off, y'all!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My had been bothering me for the past few weeks.  I'm not sure if it was because I had switched shampoos or the age of the hair just starting to show but every time I tried to wash or brush or touch my hair I found it to be tangled and knotty.  So today, I just decided it was time to let it go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whack!  I new year, a new me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One problem.  My back is now incredibly cold!  Brrr!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the record, my hair would probably still be considered by most as long.  It's just short to those of us that are used to having it down past our wastes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures to come???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-773477814277293278?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/773477814277293278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=773477814277293278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/773477814277293278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/773477814277293278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/12/hair-really-is-great-insultator.html' title='Hair really is a great insultator!'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-4125809494714483523</id><published>2009-12-17T18:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T18:20:16.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7 days and counting</title><content type='html'>Do yall SEE the date on the calendar?  I can hardly believe that we are so close to Christmas and another new year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten quite a bit accomplished this past week.  We went and picked out our family's first live tree.  Which was an adventure in itself!  (maybe a future post??)&lt;br /&gt;I finished up my Christmas shopping and completed a sewing project I wanted to do.  I only have to wrap presents for The Girls.  I feel so...accomplished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 7 days left until Christmas I find myself not having to hustle to the store and best of all worrying if what I want will be there when I finally arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only I had managed to have some Christmas money laid aside (like I usually do!) I would have more than a few nickles to rub together.  Not to worry though.  Everything is purchased, and I have no errands to run, so money (or a lack of it) should not be a problem!  If worse comes to worse I can always take a bit out of savings to tide me over.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!  I hope to do some baking over the next week and enjoy reading some blogs.  (maybe even do a baking post??)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-4125809494714483523?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/4125809494714483523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=4125809494714483523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/4125809494714483523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/4125809494714483523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/12/7-days-and-counting.html' title='7 days and counting'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-6890292590729123559</id><published>2009-12-10T01:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T01:17:03.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Decking the halls with????</title><content type='html'>It's the most wonderful time of the year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of.  I would say that I am in luv with the music that surrounds this season.  I am also quite fond of cookies and eggnog (except this year) but other than that?  Yeah.  Not so much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, don't shoot me.  I know I am probably considered weird because I don't go ga-ga over Christmas.  There are no boughs of holly, no lights, tinsel or silver bells hangin' round my house.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the season well.  Oh,  yes I did.  I felt very Christmasy about a week or 2 before Thanksgiving.  I felt like singing Christmas songs and doing a little shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started singing some songs, playing a few cd's...Then it happened.  I went shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That ruined it.  Kinda sucked the Christmas joy right out of me.  Why?  Perhaps it is because things are over priced, or maybe junk or EVEN ...over priced junk.  Or maybe it's because shopping reminds me that my once Little Girls are quickly growing up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping I'll soon be infected with a little holiday cheer.  Otherwise, this may be a year without a Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-6890292590729123559?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/6890292590729123559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=6890292590729123559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/6890292590729123559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/6890292590729123559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/12/decking-halls-with.html' title='Decking the halls with????'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-7263503659353401615</id><published>2009-12-04T12:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T12:59:13.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year?!</title><content type='html'>I sometimes pick the most unusual times to do things.  For example, deciding to totally gut and clean my bedroom at midnight.  So it probably wouldn't shock you that at the peak of Sweet Season, I have given up sugar.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know exactly what possessed me to start when I did, but I just  woke up one day and decided that day would be the day I would start toward getting my health back.  Other areas in my life have been going so well, and one of the few remaining obstacles to my complete "happiness heaven" was my health.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 6 years I had ignored myself, hated myself, and even punished myself  for other areas in my life being out of alignment.  House messy? no problem-eat a few chips, that'll do it!  Hubs acting crazy?  No worries- a bowl of ice cream will "show" him!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't really fooling  myself.  Instead, I chose to turn a blind eye. However, on October 24th I woke up and said, "Today is the day."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began my long journey back to health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I've shaved off 10 pounds.  I still have multiples of 10 yet to lose, but I've made a start at least.  I've started exercising (at least when my poor knees can stand it!) and I've changed the way my family eats. (again!  LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road back to health is long, with many twists and turns and potholes hidden therein, but I've determined to walk it!  Let's just call it my New Year's Resolution-two months early!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-7263503659353401615?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/7263503659353401615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=7263503659353401615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/7263503659353401615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/7263503659353401615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year?!'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-211595283903306828</id><published>2009-11-11T12:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T12:51:25.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Hymn Resource</title><content type='html'>If you haven't hear about it before now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://songsandhymns.org/"&gt;Center for Church Music - Songs and Hymns&lt;/a&gt; is a 5 minute radio broadcast that has a "hymn of the week," devotional and hymn story.  This is a great resource to go along with your weekly/monthly/daily hymn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-211595283903306828?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/211595283903306828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=211595283903306828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/211595283903306828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/211595283903306828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/11/great-hymn-resource.html' title='Great Hymn Resource'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-3966450590017417717</id><published>2009-11-10T14:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T14:25:16.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Good</title><content type='html'>I have been feeling so good lately.  I woke up one morning at the end of October and decided that it was time to do something about my health.  32 is looming ahead of me in July.  I just am tired of feeling blah.  Since I can't blame my physical health on anythbody but me, I am grabbing health by the horns and not letting go!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoga has been the new discovery for my family.  I always hesitated to try it because of the spiritual roots from which it sprung.  One day last week though, I decide that day would be the day to give it a whirl.  I turned it on (Thank-you instant netflix!) and fell in love!  The first time I was only able to do a portion of the workout.  The next time, was the same, except I made it a little further.  The next time I tried a different video by the same people and to my great surprise made it through the whole session!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels so good to stretch long and lean and feel my muscles burning to hold a pose.  I guess it reminds me of my tumbling/cheerleading days.  I used to love the stretch that went along with that, too!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really enjoyed about these particular videos is that while they use yoga terminology, and do focus on "healing yourself" they also focus on how to correctly do the poses, how to modify, and what they are helpful in strengthening.  When they say something like, "Feel a light searching out all the achy places, healing it." &lt;br /&gt;I just say to myself, "Thank you Lord, that you are my healer, and the Light."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be hooked?!  and the bonus?  My girls like it too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-3966450590017417717?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/3966450590017417717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=3966450590017417717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/3966450590017417717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/3966450590017417717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/11/feeling-good.html' title='Feeling Good'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-8678958890086948638</id><published>2009-11-05T23:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T23:41:26.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>been cheatin'</title><content type='html'>...On my own blog.  &lt;br /&gt;I have another blog that is completely private (I THINK?!  I HOPE!!) that I can use as more of a journal.  I had been thinking I was having writers block here, but then I clicked over the other one and the keys clicked beneath my fingers quite easily.  I guess it's not really a case of writers block, but more of a case of what I feel like I want to share.  Not that anybody reads, but the idea that they could read is why I think I hold back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll get a little bolder and share what I've been writing about, but ....I doubt it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to think of something to blog about, really , but...the well seems dry for now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll be back, ...sometime. In the meantime, check out the archives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-8678958890086948638?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/8678958890086948638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=8678958890086948638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/8678958890086948638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/8678958890086948638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/11/been-cheatin.html' title='been cheatin&apos;'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-4063418107681990239</id><published>2009-11-02T14:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T15:17:47.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring forward, Fall behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/Su88pZVAusI/AAAAAAAAAQg/wTi8B90gxL4/s1600-h/clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 108px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/Su88pZVAusI/AAAAAAAAAQg/wTi8B90gxL4/s320/clock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399601160111831746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing leaves often serve as a visual reminder for me that cool temperatures are coming, days are growing shorter, and soon the dark and sometimes seemingly never-to-end days of winter are ahead.  Often, the very idea of fall makes me feel a funk already starting to form about winter.  This year, however, as well as last year, have been different for me.  It never occurred to me before to pray and ask for help in the area of my loath of fall and winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, people, God answers prayer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last fall and winter were so much easier:  No winter blues,  No deep funk,  and we have been weathering this  fall as brightly as the changing leaves.  Emotions are good.  Relationships are good.  God is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, why do people have to go and mess with that?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, really, it's not quite so bad as it could be.  &lt;br /&gt;Really.  &lt;br /&gt;I can't say that we're  having any of the usual fall/winter related issues rather it seems that we've replaced one set of problems with another equally tricky one--We can't seem to roll our rear-ends outta the bed at a time I (or many others for that matter) would still consider morning.  Okay, technically the clock hasn't got that "pm" button highlighted but really, it might as well be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems my children have taken the "FALL BEHIND" message completely to heart.  Later sleep times, later rising times, and the worst thing of all, later brain functioning times.  I realize most people need some time in the morning to get there brain to motivate and function at the full alert level, but 'round here we're talking noon to afternoon until The Girls are ready for anything other than staring off into space.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone should really notify those Time People that they are totally messing up my schedule, because this is in no way, shape or form related to my parenting skills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-4063418107681990239?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/4063418107681990239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=4063418107681990239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/4063418107681990239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/4063418107681990239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/11/spring-forward-fall-behind.html' title='Spring forward, Fall behind'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/Su88pZVAusI/AAAAAAAAAQg/wTi8B90gxL4/s72-c/clock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-408732417476573802</id><published>2009-10-20T17:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T18:08:17.814-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The joys of youtube.</title><content type='html'>I &lt;3 youtube.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really and truly. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many times a day I click over to find something.  I know that my youtube usage has certainly increased over the last year.  For example I used it twice (already, and I'm sure I'll find something else to look at.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's video picks for your random enjoyment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lQ41-vzj_a8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lQ41-vzj_a8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on a Korean food kick again.  Maangchi's recipes are very easy to follow and we usually have all the ingredients in the fridge or cupboard anyway.  (the benefits of having an immigrant Daddy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next one is completely opposite.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/InHY6o2ycTA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/InHY6o2ycTA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for a french story for Kindergartener today on Discovery Streaming (which we use from time to time thanks to a co-op subscription) but they didn't have what I wanted.  Youtube, unfortunalty, didn't either, but she was happy to watch this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW&lt; tonight's dinner happens to be more Korean food.  Yum.  (and no, Daddy isn't even close to being Korean.  We just love this food!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-408732417476573802?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/408732417476573802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=408732417476573802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/408732417476573802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/408732417476573802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/10/joys-of-youtube.html' title='The joys of youtube.'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-4727311202174186004</id><published>2009-10-18T12:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T12:05:36.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Singin'</title><content type='html'>I haven't done one of these for a while.  I thought today would be a good day to start back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is so peaceful.  Based on Psalm 46:10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lHlbnNUHQGI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lHlbnNUHQGI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-4727311202174186004?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/4727311202174186004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=4727311202174186004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/4727311202174186004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/4727311202174186004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunday-singin.html' title='Sunday Singin&apos;'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-2517940791887903112</id><published>2009-10-07T20:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T20:46:23.829-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In it but not of it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/Ss0yfxdlgSI/AAAAAAAAAQY/CebVP-YBUPQ/s1600-h/I+dont+do+halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/Ss0yfxdlgSI/AAAAAAAAAQY/CebVP-YBUPQ/s320/I+dont+do+halloween.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390019850467115298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...The world I mean.  Today was one of those reminders for my 11yo and I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesdays we have girl scouts and while this is usually something fun and looked forward to, this time of year it can be a real pain.  Want a sure fire way to feel left out of the loop?  Mention that you won't be participating in Halloween activities around a group of girl scouts.  Yeah.  It's a real quick way to get yourself the job of tallying up reward points while everyone else is making party plans.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with the idolization of the occult in our culture? ( As Joan Rivers would say, "Can we talk?") &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if seeing decorations and candy and prepackaged foods weren't enough, but the parties, and invitations to trick or treat and ALL THE CONDESCENDING LOOKS we get when we say we don't do Halloween is enough to drive one right to the edge of snapping!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ya know what else?  The fact that animals have taken on a higher level of consciencious thought than that of the poor, downtrodden, and unborn really chaps me!  (a girlscout related thought but nothing to do with Halloween....)I think it's a very sad day when collecting stuffed animals for some puppies to chew on takes precedence over lending a hand to distribute food for the hungry!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny how a girlscout meeting can remind one of just what it feels like to be one of God's "peculiar people?"  I am aware most of the time that we are different when we are out and about in the world, but tonight... yeah, tonight just kinda made it blink in flashing neon lights-  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;In the world, but not of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-2517940791887903112?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/2517940791887903112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=2517940791887903112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/2517940791887903112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/2517940791887903112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-it-but-not-of-it.html' title='In it but not of it'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/Ss0yfxdlgSI/AAAAAAAAAQY/CebVP-YBUPQ/s72-c/I+dont+do+halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-2359123118575511622</id><published>2009-09-17T18:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T19:00:50.914-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2009-2010</title><content type='html'>It's official.  The 090-10 school year has begun.  I have to admit, I was NOT ready to start.  Not even one little bit.  My children on the other hand were.  Dutifully, on the day after labor day we started into our school year routine.  This year however, I officially have 2 schooling.  Previous years, 6yo was just informally schooling.  I was pretty sure she was ready to start for "real" this year though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week was rather hard.  Not for the kids-ME.  By day 3 or so I was starting to get into the swing and even...enjoying myself???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All has gone rather well until today when we hit a rather small bump in the road to school.  Neither child had their heart in their studies today.  Nope.  They went through the motions, but really they would rather have been vegging in front of the old boob-tube.  &lt;br /&gt;I didn't let them.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so mean.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch their attitudes picked up, but we got such a late start that "lunch" came around 3:30 when we should have been wrapping it up for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now they are happily playing in the foggy damp early evening hours racing down the hill on a homemade contraption of some sort.  They are loud, noisy, and outdoors and blissfully happy.  I am sure we will be back in action tomorrow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy school days, y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-2359123118575511622?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/2359123118575511622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=2359123118575511622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/2359123118575511622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/2359123118575511622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/09/2009-2010.html' title='2009-2010'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-5052102706481109780</id><published>2009-08-28T01:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T01:12:42.689-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss me?</title><content type='html'>I have enjoyed this summer so much!  June and July indeed were quite cool, but by August summer temps finally arrived and we have greatly enjoyed them!  Not only are we swimming every chance we get, but we've participated in 3 VBS, several GS camps, and library activities.  It's been heavenly.  Despite all that fun, both girls are looking forward to school starting.  I don't know who their mother is, but it certainly isn't me because I have never felt LESS ready for school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in vacation mode.  I don't want to even think about teaching!  What's a mom to do when her kids are played out but she's begging for more?  I don't know, but I'll fill you in when I've figured it out.  In the meantime, I've squeezing every last drop out of summer vacation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-5052102706481109780?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/5052102706481109780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=5052102706481109780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/5052102706481109780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/5052102706481109780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/08/miss-me.html' title='Miss me?'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-2227984076094922251</id><published>2009-08-03T23:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T23:54:29.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller Coastering</title><content type='html'>One day co-op is on.  One day it is off only to find that the next day it is on again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just tired &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt; about all that emotional thinkin' yall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I just love a good routine.  On or off, I know we'll be  okay.  What I don't like is not knowing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today, it's on, with just only 1 other of the original families.  This may work, or it may not.  Whatever happens I know God is in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things feel stirred up, mixed around I.E.  Ripe for change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking that God must have a greater plan in all of this.  In the past every  time I have been in a place where things seem uncertain and wide open, something always fills the gap.  For the past 4 years that gap filler happened to be co-op.  I met a wonderful bunch of like minded women that helped to support me, love me, and carry me through an otherwise difficult period in my life.  If God can so specifically answer a prayer like that then surely He will do it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Seeking Him,&lt;br /&gt;The Momma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-2227984076094922251?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/2227984076094922251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=2227984076094922251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/2227984076094922251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/2227984076094922251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/08/roller-coastering.html' title='Roller Coastering'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-5129058648666788888</id><published>2009-08-01T12:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T12:46:27.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From Soap to Nuts?</title><content type='html'>I love a good giveaway.  Of course, I have never actually won any of them that I have entered, but still I try.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard of soap nuts?  I started hearing about them last year when I was looking to go no 'poo.  Baking soda was just too harsh for my scalp (in any quantity) and I began looking for alternatives.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soap nuts can be used for all  your soapy needs.  Laundry, Hair, dishes...be creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://www.passionatehomemaking.com/2009/08/soap-nuts-liquid-detergent-totally-extreme18x-giveaway.html/comment-page-1#comment-12978"&gt;Passionate Homemaking's giveaway&lt;/a&gt; of a Extreme 18x.  Just leave a comment and you may be one of the lucky 20 to get a trial bottle. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SnRxGWD-nEI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/q8uOLCjOP9U/s1600-h/Picture-8-217x300.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SnRxGWD-nEI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/q8uOLCjOP9U/s320/Picture-8-217x300.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365037409920523330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-5129058648666788888?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/5129058648666788888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=5129058648666788888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/5129058648666788888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/5129058648666788888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/08/from-soap-to-nuts.html' title='From Soap to Nuts?'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SnRxGWD-nEI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/q8uOLCjOP9U/s72-c/Picture-8-217x300.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-3388537981739086767</id><published>2009-07-30T23:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T23:12:36.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slip sliding....</title><content type='html'>The summer days are sliding by so quickly.  This summer is officially the coolest (July, anyway) on record in our area.  It's nice springy weather that I'm sure most people appreciate, but I did just buy &lt;a href="http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/06/checking-in.html"&gt;that new pool&lt;/a&gt; and would like to be able to use it a little more frequently.  I'm  surely not cut out for the Polar Bear Club!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel school is just around the corner.  It just has that feel.  I don't know how to describe it.  It must be the way the birds know when it's time to migrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't the Lord good?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gives us the seasons and all of creation to enjoy.  What a good God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-3388537981739086767?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/3388537981739086767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=3388537981739086767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/3388537981739086767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/3388537981739086767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/07/slip-sliding.html' title='Slip sliding....'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-1671285812926546319</id><published>2009-07-24T01:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T01:52:22.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My status followed by a lovely email...Enjoy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;In honor of my birthday and the fact that my kids are coughing their guts out, I bring to you &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Facebook Status.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You're welcome.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Okay, here's the thing....If you or your child is sick, please do the world a favor and stay home. I know that you want to take you or your sick kid to that wonderfully awesome event (fill in the blank) but before you do please remember that your sick germs are better left at home. Think of it as your gift to the world. You will feel very proud of yourself for saving some parent a 1 am run to Walmart for cough syrup because their kid can't sleep. You will feel good knowing that you have taken that extra step to prevent the sleepless night of another. You will feel so very superior because YOU,...are a good parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. That is all. Good night....(maybe, cause really that coughing is driving me a little batty, I MAY just have to run to The Walmart for that stupid cough syrup so I can get to sleep.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now for sure that is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Below you will find a snark filled email typed at 1:30 because, as you may have guessed, my children really did catch some other kid's sick germs and are now coughing so hard that they cannot sleep, therefore, I cannot sleep.  No, I do not have any medicine in the house because they just started The Coughing and it's summertime and we haven't been sick for over a year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear "Friend"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may or may not want to hang out tomorrow.  I feel sickish tonight.  It could be because it's late and I'm tired, or it could be corn allergies considering that there is a corn field 100 feet from my house, but I'm going to go with the feeling sickish thing because both ________ and ______ were running mystery fevers earlier in the week and are both now coughing.  My nose started to feel stuffy today and my throat is a little sore.  Plus, I totally fell asleep for almost 2 hours today at lunchtime.  I'm really loving that parent that felt the need to bring their sick, grumpy, feverish child to the parent/child day at bible school last Saturday.  I just love how people love to share.  Just warms my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am tired.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll try to quit my snarkiness now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling better about this coming year.  I found out that ________Library has community rooms as well as _______.  I haven't had the gumption to call either to find out what they cost or if they would be available on a weekly basis for us.  I did however email about "another co-op" (although you know how I kinda feel about that option) and I got info on a group that meets in _____.  Also, I found 2 science books I like.  I was also thinking that if we can find a room that we might as well just go ahead and do _____and _______'s courses.  Otherwise, it may not prove to be very fruitful for "Other Friend" to bring either of them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also woke up today and realized several things: &lt;br /&gt;1.  I no longer feel sad about _____ leaving coop.  &lt;br /&gt;2.  I no longer feel sad at the possibility of co-op being over forever.  &lt;br /&gt;3.  I am very good at steeling myself and  feeling no  emotion whatsoever.  &lt;br /&gt;4.  It's a gift.  &lt;br /&gt;5. And a curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____ has been coughing and coughing so hard that she is awake, of course, and grumpy.  I may seriously have to go to Walmart because I don't have any Tussin in the house.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you Friday. &lt;br /&gt;"Me" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Now I realize that is just more kinda fun than you all can even shake a stick at.  I will analyze why it is all so funny (and how it shows what a moron I am) when I am feeling less tired, less sore throaty, and definately less snarky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;The coughing has stopped.  A trip to walmart at this time of the night may no  longer be necesarry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My benedryl is now also kicking in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight again. &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/3460389670972636558-1671285812926546319?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/1671285812926546319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=1671285812926546319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/1671285812926546319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/1671285812926546319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-status-followed-by-lovely-emailenjoy.html' title='My status followed by a lovely email...Enjoy.'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-4200022070761310737</id><published>2009-07-21T20:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:09:03.181-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Drawing Board</title><content type='html'>Just when I thought I had it all figured out, I find the rug has been yanked out from under me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or...in rather less dramatic language:  I thought I had next school year all planned out (including the scheduling)and today just got word that our co-op location provider (aka my friend) will no longer be hosting NOR participating.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to say, I'm not surprised because I had felt the Lord preparing me for this since last spring.  Still, when I got the news I felt completely dashed.  I felt dumped.  I think mostly because she didn't really give a reason as to why.  She's been very scarce, no calls, no emails, nothin'.  But other than that...no other warning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm struggling with that insecure girl that feels so rejected, unworthy and unloved.  I feel like this is in some way all my fault (although rationally know it couldn't be).  I feel like it's the end of all the security I have come to rely on in my homeschooling.  I always knew that even if I was having a bad homeschooling week, there was always coop to fall back on.  They would pick me up, and lend a hand in educating my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I KNOW!  I'm very dramatic.  But, hey, it's my blog.  I'm allowed to be.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One would think the next logical step is  move it to another home.  That's  where the problem is.  This particular friend is a central location for all participants.  We all have to drive around a half hour to get there.  Which means we are all spread out pretty far.  If we moved to another home it would make it double the driving distance.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......And now, I have to go in search of a good, RIGOROUS, science and art program.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like I've lost my friend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to start scouting other locations in the same area that we held it in previously.  Hopefully I can find something that is free, and willing to give us enough space for 2 small classes and a lunch area.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-4200022070761310737?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/4200022070761310737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=4200022070761310737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/4200022070761310737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/4200022070761310737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-to-drawing-board.html' title='Back to the Drawing Board'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-1658667787822968663</id><published>2009-07-10T10:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T10:49:13.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The 90 Day Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SldSPKni19I/AAAAAAAAAQI/m0p8uDXdFnQ/s1600-h/B90SummerChallHeader300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 132px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SldSPKni19I/AAAAAAAAAQI/m0p8uDXdFnQ/s320/B90SummerChallHeader300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356840702282225618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago one of the bloggers on my Reader Feed posted a bit about reading the Bible in 90 days.  It was to start June 1 and run all summer long.  By the time I knew about it, I was several weeks behind.  Something inside of me however said, take the challenge.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started June 23 with Genesis 1:1.  This part of the Old Testament is very familiar to me, but was such a blessing.  As I carried on reading I got to the story of Moses and the children of Israel.  I got bogged down a little through this passage, but kept plugging away.  I'm behind of everybody else, I'm behind in my own schedule, but I can't tell you enough what a blessing this challenge has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself thinking about the Word more often.  I find myself blessed by what I've read.  I find myself comforted to know that I have a Saviour.  What I find most wonderful, is that by being in God's Word has rekindled the hunger and thirst within.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you click over to the &lt;a href="http://www.biblein90days.com/index.php?option=com_challenge&amp;pgID=5"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; you'll find many useful little tools and schedules. I particularly like the &lt;a href="http://www.biblein90days.com/includes/common/class/incClassDownloads.php?down=/var/www/bind//dual/freedownloads/&amp;filename=BIND_Bookmark_v2.0_1231436031.pdf&amp;action=download"&gt;bookmark&lt;/a&gt; that has the schedule on it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now truthfully, this is probably a clever marketing tool for Zondervan to sell you one of their Bibles (because they have a&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Bible in 90 Days&lt;/span&gt; Bible, but I have just read along in my regular Bible and am just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be discouraged that you are "behind" the schedule.  It really is such a blessing to embark on this challenge.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to scroll down the page to see the Family resource links.  There's something there for every age group!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-1658667787822968663?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/1658667787822968663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=1658667787822968663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/1658667787822968663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/1658667787822968663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/07/90-day-challenge.html' title='The 90 Day Challenge'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SldSPKni19I/AAAAAAAAAQI/m0p8uDXdFnQ/s72-c/B90SummerChallHeader300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-4350387852121582113</id><published>2009-07-09T13:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T13:28:45.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to say hi.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was clicking through and reading some of my older blog posts and I have to say....it's really a shame more people don't read The Blog.  I find it so entertaining the way I make fun of myself.  I don't know why other people wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may go back to ignoring me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and &lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-4350387852121582113?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/4350387852121582113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=4350387852121582113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/4350387852121582113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/4350387852121582113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/07/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-3056002977019881661</id><published>2009-07-04T23:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T00:03:12.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th!</title><content type='html'>I was thrilled to find this cute video posted on the Youtube.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vc9pEb-Ej7U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vc9pEb-Ej7U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the first 4 of this 5 set volume of scripture memory cd's.  The kids and I both love listening to them, and often sing them as we go about our days.  I see they have released a 5th cd called "Seeds:  The power of encouragement."  It's currently on my cbd.com wishlist.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 4th y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MvTQebuwoO0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MvTQebuwoO0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-3056002977019881661?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/3056002977019881661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=3056002977019881661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/3056002977019881661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/3056002977019881661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-4th.html' title='Happy 4th!'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-5209425660468006599</id><published>2009-06-30T23:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:45:58.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess I'm in a bloggy kind of groove</title><content type='html'>2 consecutive posts!  I haven't done that for a while.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally submitted our portfolio today.  I called ahead to the school admin. offices to make sure when the office hours are AND to find out the magic abbra-cadabbra voo-doo stuff that one apparently needs to know in order to even ENTER the building.  Oh, I kid...sort of.  That place has 3 entrances (and it's not that big of a building) none of which are marked or appear to be the main entrance.  After the call though, it really was pretty simple to find the correct office and enter the building.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let this be a lesson.  In the future when I am unsure of something, it's really okay to ask.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really quite pleased at the warm and friendly interactions I've had with the school admin. thus far.  I posted this blurb on my Facebook account today and one of my friends said the nicest thing in the comments.  I'll just copy what she said cuz really it was so very nice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;That is because you are an amazing person doing a superb job of educating your kids! How could you be anything but nice when faced with your organized approach to record keeping, the depth of your educational scope and sequence, and your amazing child's ability to produce lovely samples of her intellectual growth!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she was totally sincere, and not even after any kind of favor.  She's just that wonderful!  &lt;3  I love my Mommy-friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-5209425660468006599?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/5209425660468006599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=5209425660468006599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/5209425660468006599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/5209425660468006599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/06/guess-im-in-bloggy-kind-of-groove.html' title='Guess I&apos;m in a bloggy kind of groove'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-9167820585666573028</id><published>2009-06-29T23:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:32:18.541-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Checking In</title><content type='html'>Summer vacation is in full swing here at the F&gt;actory.  While the temperatures still haven't been all that summery (except for a day or two here and there) at least it's not quite as cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first official homeschool evaluation done.  I tried to submit everything to the district today, but couldn't figure out how to get in the building!  I should have called ahead first.  That's on the agenda for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say enough how nice it is to have a break from hard work.  Our brains all needed the respite-even mine.  Whoever said "those who can't, teach" sure was a little off target.  In order to be able to teach, one has to be able to "do" first.  This holds true with homeschooling.  I always learn the topic (or review) before I even begin to attempt to teach it.  I'm getting a better elementary education as an adult than I did as a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I broke down and bought a pool?  Not a a super deluxe "real pool" but a new one for us at least.  I don't know who was more disappointed about not swimming this summer, My Girls, or my mother.  I'm pretty sure it was my mother.  Just don't tell her I told you ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the one we have.  We really enjoy it, and even though it won't last forever, it really gives us a lot of fun (when it's hot enough at least...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SkmGyMN0ajI/AAAAAAAAAQA/JTD5OX6HUuw/s1600-h/our+pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 161px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SkmGyMN0ajI/AAAAAAAAAQA/JTD5OX6HUuw/s320/our+pool.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352957828937312818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been pretty scarce lately, but I'm seriously just enjoying our break!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-9167820585666573028?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/9167820585666573028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=9167820585666573028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/9167820585666573028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/9167820585666573028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/06/checking-in.html' title='Checking In'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SkmGyMN0ajI/AAAAAAAAAQA/JTD5OX6HUuw/s72-c/our+pool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-4851626769967398392</id><published>2009-06-04T16:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T16:57:05.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Summertime</title><content type='html'>...even though the weather doesn't quite feel like it.  It seems to me that this gloomy cool weather has been the norm for the past 3 years for the first part of June.  Our summers seem to be cooling to me rather than warming.  I haven't written anything down, so I don't have proof, but rather than having a short cool snap around the end of July (usually accompanied by rain) it seems we have multiple cool snaps for most of the summer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our pool definitely has a leak.  We've tried to patch it, but with no luck.  The girls are a little upset (as well as my mother) about not having a pool, but I just don't think I can justify the repairs when I'd rather save and upgrade to a better one.  &lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a better note, we're heading off for a weekend in Virginia.  It's quite a drive, but a beautiful one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-4851626769967398392?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/4851626769967398392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=4851626769967398392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/4851626769967398392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/4851626769967398392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-summertime.html' title='It&apos;s Summertime'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-9009501613985864595</id><published>2009-05-27T19:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:11:45.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's the thing...</title><content type='html'>a thought of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling a little glum today.  It probably is partly to blame on the rain and my hormones along with the state of my house.  Whatever the cause it was a quiet kind of day.  I was really starting to feel pretty blue. I was playing on Facebook, trying to click away my troubles on a good game of Bejeweled Blitz, when 6yo (can you believe she's 6 yall?!) came over and gave me a big hug and kiss for playing the game so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was cheering, "Yeah Mommy, Yeah Mommy, Yeah Mommy!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not getting what you want.  It's wanting what you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times do I have to learn this lesson?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many and &lt;br /&gt;apparently not enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-9009501613985864595?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/9009501613985864595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=9009501613985864595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/9009501613985864595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/9009501613985864595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/05/heres-thing.html' title='Here&apos;s the thing...'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-3906424635888308094</id><published>2009-05-23T20:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T17:13:52.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning Day Blues</title><content type='html'>Today just seems to be one of those days that I want to smash dishes and throw things.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever have one of those?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not the kind of person that smashes dishes or throws things, nor would I let it show on the outside that I feel that way.  But OH, MAN!  does the idea of having the luxury of a good temper tantrum sound good right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly sure what put in me in such a state.  I think however, it's the same old problem of too many people, not enough space.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE TEMPORARY HOUSING!  I don't know how it became our residence of 9 years.  (okay, well, I do, but I don't know why those circumstances came about...okay yes I do...never mind....the point is that this was supposed to be TEMPORARY). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever get it all the way I want it?!  And if I do, how long will it stay that way?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-3906424635888308094?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/3906424635888308094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=3906424635888308094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/3906424635888308094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/3906424635888308094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/05/cleaning-day-blues.html' title='Cleaning Day Blues'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-2801378433248844781</id><published>2009-05-21T22:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:10:01.028-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days and counting</title><content type='html'>I happen to live in a state where there are quite a few homeschool regulations.  My friend moved from this state to Michigan two years ago and says she actually prefers the rules to having none (although I wonder if she's still feeling the same now that it's two years later.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have only 2 days left of school before we can be considered "done" for the year.  I like to be done earlier than this, but it just didn't happen that way this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sadder note, our swimming pool m ay have bit the dust.  It has sprung a few leaks, and while we are trying to patch them, the outlook isn't so hopeful.  I just can't afford to replace what's broken so we may not be swimming this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is truly quite sad for us.  We three girls love the water.  I don't remember how to have summer without a back yard pool.  I know we used to do it-but then again, I also used to work too.  That didn't let much time to just lay poolside.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.  Let's celebrate the final 2 days of school.  Pool stuff will just have to work itself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been quite scarce of late.  All apologies.  I've been feeling rather uninspired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-2801378433248844781?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/2801378433248844781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=2801378433248844781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/2801378433248844781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/2801378433248844781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/05/2-days-and-counting.html' title='2 days and counting'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-7682509164746163109</id><published>2009-05-06T21:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:22:28.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeschool on the Cheap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SgJFOHML2hI/AAAAAAAAAP4/QtpIeF1gTLY/s1600-h/money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 83px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SgJFOHML2hI/AAAAAAAAAP4/QtpIeF1gTLY/s400/money.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332901017510730258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I am...Frugal??(read cheap) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the start of our home education we were part of a public charter.  We used the k12 curriculum for grades k-4.  My husband would not consent to me traditionally homeschooling so this was the next best thing.  Finally he gave me the green light to branch out on our own for 5th grade (this year) but did so with some reservations.  His biggest reason for not wanting me to homeschool traditionally was he didn't want me to spend a lot of money on curriculum when our tax dollars pay for a public education. I see his point, especially when one considers he is an immigrant that comes from a country without public education (at least when he was still there). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to keep Hubby happy, I got creative: use what I have, utilize the library, borrow things from friends, and in general am very blessed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://amblesideonline.org/"&gt;Ambleside Online&lt;/a&gt; is a great place to start looking for free curriculum.  What isn't available in the public domain is usually available at our local library.  We have loved %99 of the book selections.  A &lt;a href="http://simplycharlottemason.com/basics/what-is-the-charlotte-mason-method/"&gt;Charlotte Mason&lt;/a&gt; education just seems to fit our family personality.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I would have spend &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;anything &lt;/span&gt;on books for next year, except for the fact that I wanted to.  Our tax refund just came so I am in book buying mode.  Hubs is happy with the education that I am able to provide our girls and I think he feels proud at how much they are learning, although since he's not a wordy man, he's never really said...But the smiles say it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final purchases for next year I completed today.  I bought full price from &lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/home_page?action=New+Ticket"&gt;cbd&lt;/a&gt; the following books:  &lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product?item_no=67544&amp;netp_id=198058&amp;event=ESRCN&amp;item_code=WW&amp;view=covers"&gt;Trial and Triumph&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/easy_find?Ntk=keywords&amp;Ntt=EARLYBIRD+KINDERGARTAN&amp;action=Search&amp;N=0&amp;Ne=0&amp;event=ESRCN&amp;nav_search=1&amp;cms=1&amp;Go.x=19&amp;Go.y=13&amp;Go=Go"&gt;Singapore Earlybird Kindergarten &lt;/a&gt;2A, 2B (because I think these will transition nicely into the&lt;a href="http://www.cimt.plymouth.ac.uk/projects/mep/default.htm"&gt; MEP math FREE curriculum&lt;/a&gt; which starts at grade 1) and a State History Book that was on special for less than $3.00.  Did I mention I had a coupon for free shipping.  I think I've done pretty well for next year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm considering placing an order at &lt;a href="http://www.rodandstaffbooks.com/"&gt;Rod and Staff&lt;/a&gt; for their &lt;a href="http://www.rodandstaffbooks.com/item/175--/?list=Rod_and_Staff_Bible"&gt;Bible&lt;/a&gt; reading and &lt;a href="http://www.rodandstaffbooks.com/list/Rod_and_Staff_Music/"&gt;Music&lt;/a&gt; programs.  Both are very economical and look like they are good solid programs( i can't be sure though as I've never used them).  I am also eying 2 math textbooks on ebay that are less than $4.00 a piece.  I don't technically need them, but they may make nice extra practice books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total purchases today-$37 and some change.&lt;br /&gt;Total to date- less than $80 (this is for 2 children!)&lt;br /&gt;I guess if I throw in a few  of those extras I will still be right around $100.  Not too shabby, (although I gotta admit it stings, just a little.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`````&lt;br /&gt;Have fun looking at all those links.  I know I gave a ton, but sometimes it's easier than trying to describe everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-7682509164746163109?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/7682509164746163109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=7682509164746163109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/7682509164746163109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/7682509164746163109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/05/homeschool-on-cheap.html' title='Homeschool on the Cheap'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SgJFOHML2hI/AAAAAAAAAP4/QtpIeF1gTLY/s72-c/money.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-8390534164653674608</id><published>2009-05-02T22:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T22:49:42.601-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What you get for the money.</title><content type='html'>This week I attended 2 used home school curriculum sales.  Between the 2 I spent around $40.(actually a little less, but why do I need to explain myself???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a little guilty for spending that much, but that's only because I haven't had to buy anything for this year (or the years before for that matter).  There were some specific items I was looking for and didn't find, and 2 unexpected items that I have thought I may buy and ended up finding.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product?item_no=251136&amp;netp_id=296855&amp;event=ESRCN&amp;item_code=WW&amp;view=covers"&gt;The Prairie Primer&lt;/a&gt;(spiral bound)-$10-like new condition! I think I got a good deal on this...I didn't realize how good of a deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rodandstaffbooks.com/list/Pathway_Readers/"&gt;Pathway Readers&lt;/a&gt;-the first 8 books(hardbound, like new condition)-$20 I bought this from the same lady that was selling The Prairie Primer.  I didn't get the extra worksbooks, but these books along retail for around $9.00 a piece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/offer-listing/0936981113/sr=1-3/qid=1241317496/ref=olp_tab_used?ie=UTF8&amp;coliid=&amp;me=&amp;qid=1241317496&amp;sr=1-3&amp;seller=&amp;colid=&amp;condition=used"&gt;Easy Grammar 5 and 6&lt;/a&gt; -$4  This is something I have thought about for next year, but don't know if I'll use.  At four bucks, I didn't want to be sorry I didn't buy it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What your 6th Grader needs to Know-$2  This one looks new too.  For this price, I thought it would be good just for a reference book.  $2???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.greatbooks.org/index.php?cPath=1_2"&gt;Jr. Great Books Series Pegasus and Sun Series&lt;/a&gt;-$0  Like New, Never used My OlderDD used these in 1st &lt;br /&gt;grade.  There are some fun stories and activities in these.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive Through History America-$0 every thing I got looks new or VERY gently used.  This makes me feel like I'm not using preowned curriculum. This is a companion to a series available on DVD, but TBN used to air the shows late night.  I'm going to see if I can set my dvr to record them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drill It Grammar work Book-never used- FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squanto Friend of Pilgrims, Sacajawea Guide to Louis and Clark, Mattie May, The Fledging, The Sign of the Beaver, Jumbo Bible Fun (crosswords and more) -FREE!  &lt;br /&gt;My kids loved going through the free stuff.  YoungerDD walked away with 6 learning cdroms.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few books I spent 10-50 cents on, but we sure got a lot of stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I'm quite pleased.  I'm just not sure how I will use it all, or WHERE I will store it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping to find Singapore Math for Kindergarten, but I think I'll just have to order it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/Sf0FxJjlICI/AAAAAAAAAPw/rGBZKF3MctM/s1600-h/20+reasons+to+homeschool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 105px; height: 142px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/Sf0FxJjlICI/AAAAAAAAAPw/rGBZKF3MctM/s400/20+reasons+to+homeschool.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331423875813416994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-8390534164653674608?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/8390534164653674608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=8390534164653674608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/8390534164653674608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/8390534164653674608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-you-get-for-money.html' title='What you get for the money.'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/Sf0FxJjlICI/AAAAAAAAAPw/rGBZKF3MctM/s72-c/20+reasons+to+homeschool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-2651779715685022642</id><published>2009-04-28T12:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:54:47.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflecting</title><content type='html'>I can hardly believe how quickly this past school year has gone by!  It seems like just yesterday that I was planning the year, and now we are down to only 19 days left of school.  I have to say, it's been so much fun to school this way!  It feels so much more relaxed.  I no longer have the dread of bi-monthly conferences with a "teacher" that is merely a work sample collector.  Truthfully, if we had not had that same teacher for both 3rd and 4th grade, I wonder if I would have ever pulled out of the cyber school.  Our other years teacher was quite nice, (and a local gal).  We still are in contact with her because she is the teacher to some of our friends' children that are in the cyber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it might be fun to put up a few pictures of some of the things we did this year.  Unfortunatly my camera was on the fritz so I had to beg my friends to search through their pictures and send me a few.  All of them have pictures of their children as well, so I don't feel comfortable posting them without permission.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have this shot, which shows one of mine pretending the life cycle of the butterfly.  I'm not sure what stage this represents:  I think it's the larvae. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/Sfc0n091MxI/AAAAAAAAAPo/GBlQND0udqU/s1600-h/451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/Sfc0n091MxI/AAAAAAAAAPo/GBlQND0udqU/s320/451.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329786542853796626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fun year we've had.  I'm already looking forward to next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-2651779715685022642?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/2651779715685022642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=2651779715685022642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/2651779715685022642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/2651779715685022642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/04/reflecting.html' title='Reflecting'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/Sfc0n091MxI/AAAAAAAAAPo/GBlQND0udqU/s72-c/451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-5004517302832043192</id><published>2009-04-17T00:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:46:56.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignoring the Blog?</title><content type='html'>I think I am.  I haven't written much since ....before Christmas maybe?  I just don't think I've had it in me.  I just havent' been able to think of anything to write.  I think I've said it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-5004517302832043192?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/5004517302832043192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=5004517302832043192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/5004517302832043192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/5004517302832043192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/04/ignoring-blog.html' title='Ignoring the Blog?'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-7668542828140776084</id><published>2009-04-12T09:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T09:57:36.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallelujah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SeHzMmQC60I/AAAAAAAAAPg/loOcwN74JYY/s1600-h/empty+tomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 89px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SeHzMmQC60I/AAAAAAAAAPg/loOcwN74JYY/s400/empty+tomb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323803632280464194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;He is not here: for he is risen, as he said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Matthew 28:6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-7668542828140776084?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/7668542828140776084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=7668542828140776084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/7668542828140776084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/7668542828140776084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-is-not-here-for-he-is-risen-as-he.html' title='Hallelujah!'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SeHzMmQC60I/AAAAAAAAAPg/loOcwN74JYY/s72-c/empty+tomb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-688094347445588034</id><published>2009-04-10T17:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T18:48:48.208-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Off the Deep End</title><content type='html'>Have you ever watched a movie a hundred times, and on the hundred and first time you notice something you've never seen before?  This winter one of my favorite all time heartbreak movies was on one of those lame cable channels.  The "aha!" moment came at the end of the movie. (This is a loose quote) &lt;br /&gt; "Some people say high school(childhood?) is supposed to be the best time of your life, I say it's something you try to live down for the rest of your life." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me it's the later.  That insecure girl is always just under the surface. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general,  I would say the majority of my school years were great.  The one that has stuck with me, the one that I've tried to outrun, was my sophomore year.  It was a year of opposites: spiritual awakening,running "wild",friends,boyfriends,dates in cars, lots of fun, tears, and depression. Sophomore year was the worst year of my entire young life, without exception or exaggeration!  I can't go into all the details, but lets just say it was dark.  The thought that I'm left with the most from those days is, "How can people be so mean?"  I just don't understand how one can love out of one side of the mouth, and spew hatred out of the other.  I don't understand how one can love today and hate tomorrow.  How does one go from uplifting to trampling down? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all came bubbling up to the surface again this week.  I saw a glimpse, just a snapshot really, of someone from my former life.  Immediately I felt angry and sick.  It didn't take long for me to figure out why.  It all boils down to forgiveness. Now forgiveness is not a new end of the pool for me.  It's water I've been in many times before.  Suddenly I'm back in the pool.   What I find so "funny" though is that this is one of those areas that I've had to deal with time and time again.  I have found it very difficult to forgive people for the actions of my last year in a public school.  I think I have it licked and then bam!  Time to jump in again.  Each time I notice I dive down a little deeper.  This time, maybe I've finally reached the bottom.  Hopefully I will be able to finally forgive, and truly forget.  Maybe I'll even find a new swimming hole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-688094347445588034?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/688094347445588034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=688094347445588034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/688094347445588034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/688094347445588034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/04/going-off-deep-end.html' title='Going Off the Deep End'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-3907372522790562108</id><published>2009-04-08T14:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:33:55.958-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Idol Rant 4.7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/Sdz6cgmpfmI/AAAAAAAAAPI/0y_TWA8n1QA/s1600-h/idol-logo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/Sdz6cgmpfmI/AAAAAAAAAPI/0y_TWA8n1QA/s200/idol-logo.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322404227340402274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged about American Idol this year at all.  Quite frankly, the show is so predictable to me-right down to the songs the contestants are choosing each week.  I want to know if they are just really that unoriginal or if the pool of songs to choose from is just that limited.  I wonder if it has something to do with getting permission the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, for the record, I'm ready to just cut it down to 3 or 4 and let them duke it out the rest of the way.  How 'bout you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night's theme was songs from the year you were born.  It looked like they were going oldest to youngest, but then blew my theory out of the water when they had Allison go before Adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On with the recap. (I may get the order wrong....ooops.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/videos/season_8/performances/danny_gokey_stand_by_me"&gt;Danny Gokey&lt;/a&gt; sang a 1980 version of Stand by Me.  I like this song.  I like Danny.  I could see him in the Christian contemporary field for sure.  I like that he was a church choir director.  What I don't like about him is that I feel like he is hurting his voice sometimes.  I think he should be safe until next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris Allen did 1985's &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/videos/season_8/performances/kris_allen_all_she_wants_to_do_is_dance"&gt;"All she wants to do is Dance."&lt;/a&gt;  I hated this song the first time around.  Really.  I like him though.  As much as I enjoy him, and think he's done some of the more original versions of songs, I don't think he's top 2 material.  (I still don't like this song.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil Rounds put the record straight.  Her real name is Lil.  Got that Simon?  Okay.  Good.  On with her song choice.  &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/videos/season_8/performances/lil_rounds_whats_love_got_to_do_with_it"&gt;"What's Love Got to Do with It?"&lt;/a&gt;   I don't know, Lil, what does it?  'Cause I didn't love this performance.  I have to be straight when I say I think she has a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;grea&lt;/span&gt;t big ole voice.  It's a very good voice, but she does often shout and rarely puts an original spin on anything.  She's got a great voice, but I think she needs some time to find who she is, and just be.  There are singers and then there are performers. Lil is a singer, and quite a good one, but for me, not top 2 material.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anoop Desai was up with &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/videos/season_8/performances/anoop_desai_true_colors"&gt;"True Colors."&lt;/a&gt;  I love this song.  I liked his rendition.  I think he should be safe until next week.  He needs to be more consistent and find his own groove.  Over all I really have enjoyed his performances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott MacIntyre.  &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/videos/season_8/performances/scott_macintyre_the_search_is_over"&gt;"The Search is Over."&lt;/a&gt;  I like his personality.  I like his heart.  I like his piano skills.  I don't like his voice.  It's just not that strong.  He's not vocally as gifted as the other contestants.  He always picks something that makes me want to go to sleep.  Let me repeat however, I like him as a person (at least what I see on tv.)  Please America, get it right this week and send him home.  Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Giraud, &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/videos/season_8/performances/adam_lambert_mad_world"&gt;"Part time Lover."&lt;/a&gt;  I hate this song.  I love him.  I see that in past weeks he has tried to buck that R&amp;B groove thing he has  going on, but truly, I don't understand why.  His runs are effortless.  He glides between them and bends the notes so beautifully.  For me he is the dark horse. He doesn't seem to get the ooohs and aaahs like Gokey and Lambert, but his voice is great.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison Araheta, the young 'un of this season sang &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/videos/season_8/performances/allison_iraheta_i_cant_make_you_love_me"&gt;"I can't Make You Love Me."&lt;/a&gt;  Besides thinking this is an inappropriate song for someone so young, I enjoyed her.  (I wonder how much she knows about laying down with someone and not patronizing them?)  Wierd choice.   I have liked her from week 1.  I appreciate singers and especially ones that make a song their own.  My only tiny critique would be that she adds "h's" before a lot of her words.  "h-I can't h-make you love me, h-if you don't."  Other than that I love her, and her voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Lambert.&lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/videos/season_8/performances/adam_lambert_mad_world"&gt; "Mad World."&lt;/a&gt;  Um.  Adam.  There is so much to say about him, I considered dedicating the whole post to him, since many people didn't get to see him.  My DVR cut off, but I was able to rewind through another show and catch it.  &lt;br /&gt;I love the fact that Adam is original.  He picks original songs and then twists them and makes them his own. (I like this even when I don't like the song, or the arrangement: see "Ring of Fire" and "Play that Funky Music")  He always chooses songs that suit his personality.  I like that.  I love the fact that this boy can sing.  I love the fact that he doesn't fit the typical Idol mold.  I love the fact that he can sing...did I already mention that?  What I don't like is the way he sings.  I find it distracting that he sticks his tongue out so often (I hope other people notice that too) and I get a little tired of the same HUGE HIGH NOTES.  Did I mention they were huge and that he sticks out his tongue when he sings them?  I think he will be in the finals.  He's talented.  He's quirky, and I don't love every song he sings, but I always enjoy the fact that he does Adam.  Finally an original on Idol. &lt;br /&gt;BTW- If you would have asked me a few weeks ago, I would have said I hated him.  The power &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; high notes and tongue sticking out annoy me.  His voice, and clear talent however have won me over.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing ( just like to sound official like that) I'd like to cut half of these people and just let Gokey, Giraud, Araheta, and Lambert duke it out for a while.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt; my friends would be some good entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________&lt;br /&gt;Big ups to &lt;a href="http://boomama.net/"&gt;Boo Mama&lt;/a&gt; for letting me get my Rant on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-3907372522790562108?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/3907372522790562108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=3907372522790562108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/3907372522790562108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/3907372522790562108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/04/idol-rant-47.html' title='Idol Rant 4.7'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/Sdz6cgmpfmI/AAAAAAAAAPI/0y_TWA8n1QA/s72-c/idol-logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-4838116157599497778</id><published>2009-04-01T11:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T11:49:33.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a difference a day makes....</title><content type='html'>just twenty-four little hours....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to blogging in songs.  I haven't done that for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I had trouble dragging myself out of bed today, I did wake up with a much better outlook.  I don't feel so grumpy, so that's good. I'm ready to tackle the day with a better outlook.  It's better to not let myself to get grumpy in the first place.  It's fairly easy to avoid going there, but once I'm there, pretty difficult to just snap out of.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Humpday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;It's raining here today, which we needed since it's been fairly dry for spring.  The rain makes me want to cuddle up and sleep.  Ahhhhhhh....just thinking of my comforter and pillow....zzzzzzzzzzz.  At least I don't feel grumpy.  (I must keep reminding myself of that.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-4838116157599497778?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/4838116157599497778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=4838116157599497778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/4838116157599497778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/4838116157599497778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-difference-day-makes.html' title='What a difference a day makes....'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-6245652249058148779</id><published>2009-03-31T13:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T13:16:48.072-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blech.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SdJPwC7RBGI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0pSTKDb5z2k/s1600-h/Mr.+Yuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 123px; height: 125px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SdJPwC7RBGI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0pSTKDb5z2k/s200/Mr.+Yuck.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319401796715742306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having a bad coupla days.  It's just me.  Nothing else.  Just feeling tired, lumpy, irritated at myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far today I have accomplished: (maybe it  will help if I can see it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a trip to the bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paying hubby's credit card bill online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making a cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waking the kids up almost an hour earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;putting a load of laundry into the washer. ( I never said I started it though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;placing a call about theater tickets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost ordering checks.  I've been down to 2 for a year now and down to 3 for 2 years and before that it was '06 since I regularly used my checkbook. wow.  (online bill paying is great)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updating my facebook "thought of the day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answering the return call for theater tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paying for theater tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;typing exactly one blogpost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ya go.  I guess my day hasn't been a complete waste.  The girls are actually watching Sesame Streetish (except it's not 'cause Sesame Street is already over).  I think they are also eating (11 year old is pretty good at just getting herself something if she's hungry. Sometimes I forget to eat lunch.) When they are done we'll start the school day.  Yippee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-6245652249058148779?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/6245652249058148779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=6245652249058148779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/6245652249058148779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/6245652249058148779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/03/blech.html' title='Blech.'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SdJPwC7RBGI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0pSTKDb5z2k/s72-c/Mr.+Yuck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-4352719232674063667</id><published>2009-03-30T12:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T12:15:33.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm doing now</title><content type='html'>-Drinking a cup of tea (chai to be exact, I love &lt;a href="http://shopstashtea.com/281540.html"&gt;this brand&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Listening to the hum of the dryer and the tink-tink of a computer game (this is the newest sound, and the most annoying one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Smelling the delicious scent of  chicken stock I had on low overnight and just turned off a boil.  I'll strain it and freeze it for some delicious soup recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Thinking about the day ahead of me.  Realizing that our homeschool year is quickly winding down.  Hoping I've done enough of everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Beating myself up for not being more healthy.  Trying to forgive myself because I'm not.  Promising myself to remember to take it one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Relishing in a gleaming clean home.  Loving that it stayed clean until this morning.  Feeling guilty for being happy that Hubs isn't home today to mess it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Thinking about driving out to the farm for some milk.  I know it's better for us than the store kind, but don't always feel like making the drive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-4352719232674063667?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/4352719232674063667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=4352719232674063667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/4352719232674063667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/4352719232674063667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-im-doing-now.html' title='What I&apos;m doing now'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-5344936591687197944</id><published>2009-03-30T12:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T12:05:09.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been a bad girl.</title><content type='html'>Last night I caved.  I broke my "diet" and ate some cookies.  I did it consciously and on purpose.  I was angry with myself for not losing any weight and decided to just go ahead and eat a cookie (or two) since it's not like it was going to derail me.  I'm quite irritated about the whole weighing down thing.  So much so that I felt like having a good cry about it over the weekend.  I didn't.  I don't know if I feel better this morning or not.  If I don't start losing weight soon, I may resign myself to being fat forever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's is all.  Go enjoy a few cookies on my behalf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-5344936591687197944?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/5344936591687197944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=5344936591687197944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/5344936591687197944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/5344936591687197944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-been-bad-girl.html' title='I&apos;ve been a bad girl.'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-1870367485345285102</id><published>2009-03-26T11:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T11:18:47.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feasting on Manna</title><content type='html'>I have been finding myself thinking and meditating on the book of Romans lately.  Most specifically Romans 8.  That whole chapter really ministers to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's bread:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?&lt;br /&gt;No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us. 38 For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come,  Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Romans 8:35,37-39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/ScucpGDm8JI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Js_4lVZpvds/s1600-h/102_0701.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/_PpHfNiCKU68/ScucpGDm8JI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Js_4lVZpvds/s400/102_0701.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317516014855319698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-1870367485345285102?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/1870367485345285102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=1870367485345285102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/1870367485345285102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/1870367485345285102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/03/feasting-on-manna.html' title='Feasting on Manna'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/ScucpGDm8JI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Js_4lVZpvds/s72-c/102_0701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-1608943495763097444</id><published>2009-03-25T22:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:22:33.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love fermented foods!</title><content type='html'>kombucha...&lt;br /&gt;kefir...&lt;br /&gt;saurkraut...&lt;br /&gt;pickles...&lt;br /&gt;yogurt&lt;br /&gt;KIMCHI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I've made kombucha, sauerkraut, pickles, and now....KIMCHI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta say, kimchi is my newest love.  I have bought a few jars, but at $4 a pint, it's just too expensive to buy.  (especially when we can eat a whole jar at one sitting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally broke down and made some myself.  It's currently sitting on my counter, patiently waiting to ferment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good fizzy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to eat it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-1608943495763097444?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/1608943495763097444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=1608943495763097444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/1608943495763097444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/1608943495763097444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-fermented-foods.html' title='I love fermented foods!'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-8248315444717440074</id><published>2009-03-24T12:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T12:47:25.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My journey into weighing down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SckOEALr2bI/AAAAAAAAAOw/dUMV7MCHKRs/s1600-h/weight-loss-scale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SckOEALr2bI/AAAAAAAAAOw/dUMV7MCHKRs/s320/weight-loss-scale.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316796297018857906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago my 5yo thought it would be "fun" to get the bathroom scale out and make everyone hop on.  I complied, thinking I knew what the reading would say.  When I got on I swear someone said ouch.  Okay, it was me, but ouch, it was high.  And I had no idea!  How could it have crept up to that number without my knowledge???? I decided right then to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what compelled me (oh wait, yes I do)but I decided to start adding more protein into my diet.  Protein was always the condiment in my meal planning.  I always made sure to include some but really it never took center stage.  I had stumbled onto a yahoo article laying out the amount of protein I should be eating in a day.  A whopping 52 grams (for me) per day was recomended.  What a daunting task for this former vegetarian.  I decided though, to give it a go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started simply.  I cut out sugar,  most of which was working it's way into my diet in the form of a nice fizzy soda a few days a week.  Really, it was as if God was prepping me for this journey because a few days before I had happened to see a stevia/sugar mix in the Wally mart of all places and decided to pick it up.  (pure stevia I have found just way too bitter)  I already had a good solid base of nutrition.  The problem was the amount I was eating...too little.  I'm a breakfast skipper.  A late lunch picker.  A dinner only kinda gal.  I realize I was telling my body it was starving and to store what I was taking in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll not bore you with all the details.  I'm 3 weeks in now and  down around 10 pounds (that scale of mine needs replaced! )  I feel thinner, even if it's only a placebo feeling.  I want to keep going though.  Ideally I'd like to be my pre-baby #2 weight (which I will not share with you).  I felt good then, I looked good then, and I moved well then.  I'll keep you posted on my progress.  I've made a first goal of losing only a percentage of my highest weight (an old but good trick).  I think I'll do a happy dance when I get there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I lost weight as rapidly as I did when I was 10 years younger.  All I had to do then was think about losing weight and it came right off.  This 10 pounds has been the slowest 10 I've ever lost!  (and really, my scale is so sketchy I'm not even sure 10 is accurate!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-8248315444717440074?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/8248315444717440074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=8248315444717440074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/8248315444717440074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/8248315444717440074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-journey-into-weighing-down.html' title='My journey into weighing down'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SckOEALr2bI/AAAAAAAAAOw/dUMV7MCHKRs/s72-c/weight-loss-scale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-2941592259768906489</id><published>2009-03-18T23:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T01:35:13.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I have your attention please?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/ScHDS5tY_9I/AAAAAAAAAOo/JDSyyjicq28/s1600-h/handsraised.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 159px; height: 106px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/ScHDS5tY_9I/AAAAAAAAAOo/JDSyyjicq28/s320/handsraised.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314743764770160594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the real men and women of God please stand up?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling a bit sick to my stomach. Why? &lt;br /&gt;Last year one of the ministries that I have admired for years announced that their head ministry guy had fallen into sin. I felt completely gobsmacked. &lt;br /&gt;Disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;Angry that once again, one of "us" had crossed the line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first reaction was to pray. Yes, God could restore him. Restore his marriage and, indeed, bring him into repentance. As the months wore on, however, it became quite clear to me that all those things that I had seen before as flaws in this man were indeed the result of his demise and that there would be no restoration taking place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumors flew. Speculation soared. I received a few updates from the ministry leadership, at first sounding optimistic and then sounding more and more regrettable about the conduct of all those involved. Apparently, those closest to this man let the ball drop. They let things slip, and given an inch, he (or rather the enemy working through his life) took a mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, what sickens me most is that now, less than a year later I find videos of "restoration" coming out of another leader of the churches ministry website. Yes, the fallen minister has quickly divorced and remarried and now expects to be back into public ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever happened to integrity? What ever happened to sticking things out through thick and thin? What happened to walking the walk, not just talking the talk?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made it no secret that my own marriage was in ruins (for a few years.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those most 2 powerful words I've ever written in my life. But God turned my heart. He changed me, and in softening me, I was able to forgive and move on. I can hardly believe it. If I, a mere "everyday" christian, can walk that difficult road to marital restoration, anyone can. I'm tired of people taking the easy way out. My road was a long difficult and stony one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted it to be said about me that I am a hypocrite. I've seen hypocrisy, and quite frankly, I detest it. The idea of calling oneself a Christian and yet living a sloppy reckless life is vile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying as Christians we never sin again. Not at all. What I am saying is: When you know better, you do better. One doesn't purposely sin knowing that God's grace will cover it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul said it best.&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What shall we say then? SHALL WE CONTINUE IN SIN, THAT GRACE MAY ABOUND?  &lt;br /&gt; God forbid. How shall we, that are dead to sin, live any longer therein? &lt;br /&gt;Know ye not, that so many of us as were baptized into Jesus Christ were baptized into his death? &lt;br /&gt;Therefore we are buried with him by baptism into death: that like as Christ was raised up from the dead by the glory of the Father, even so we also should walk in newness of life. &lt;br /&gt;For if we have been planted together in the likeness of his death, we shall be also in the likeness of his resurrection: &lt;br /&gt;Knowing this, that our old man is crucified with him, that the body of sin might be destroyed, that HENCEFORTH WE SHOULD NOT SERVE SIN. &lt;br /&gt;For he that is dead is freed from sin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-Romans 6:1-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lest you think I'm just picking on divorced people here, let me just say that I do understand that there are times that no matter what one person wants, it takes 2 people to reconcile. Besides, I'm not just talking about divorce!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin is sin.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing to wallow around in because you &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; get your clothes dirty.  Non believers will see the stains that you have all over your clothes that you try to deny.  It's very cliche, but you truly are the only Bible some people will ever read.  Keep the pages as clean as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also understand that there are some things that are very hard to overcome, nevertheless, pick yourself back up when you fall, ask God for his forgiveness and keep walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of Christians living their lives just like everyone else!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be people of integrity! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the real men and women of God PLEASE STAND UP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-2941592259768906489?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/2941592259768906489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=2941592259768906489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/2941592259768906489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/2941592259768906489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/03/can-i-have-your-attention-please.html' title='Can I have your attention please?'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/ScHDS5tY_9I/AAAAAAAAAOo/JDSyyjicq28/s72-c/handsraised.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-1140245948728942280</id><published>2009-03-16T14:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T14:49:22.547-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Let me explain the problem science has with religion.' The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'You're a Christian, aren't you, son?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'Yes, sir,' the student says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'So you believe in God?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'Absolutely.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'Is God good?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'Sure! God's good.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'Yes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'Are you good or evil?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'The Bible says I'm evil.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The professor grins knowingly. 'Aha! The Bible!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        He considers for a moment, 'Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'Yes sir, I would.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'So you're good!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'I wouldn't say that.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed person if you could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn't.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The student does not answer, so the professor continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'He doesn't, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good? Hmmm? Can you answer that one?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The student remains silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'No, you can't, can you?' the professor says. He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'Er...yes,' the student says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'Is Satan good?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The student doesn't hesitate on this one, 'No.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'Then where does Satan come from?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The student falters, 'From God.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'That's right. God made Satan, didn't he? Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'Yes, sir...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'Evil's everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything, correct?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'Yes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'So who created evil?' The professor continued, 'If God created everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Again, the student has no answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things, do they exist in this world?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The student squirms on his feet. 'Yes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'So who created them?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his question, 'Who created them?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        There is still no answer... Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is mesmerised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'Tell me,' he continues onto another student. 'Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The student's voice betrays him and cracks. 'Yes, professor, I do.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The old man stops pacing, 'Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen Jesus?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'No sir. I've never seen Him.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'Have you ever felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelt your Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ, or God for that matter?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'Yet you still believe in him?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'Yes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'Nothing,' the student replies. 'I only have my faith.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'Yes, faith,' the professor repeats. 'And that is the problem science has with God. There is no evidence, only faith.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking a question of His own. 'Professor, is there such thing as heat?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'Yes,' the professor replies. 'There's heat.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'And is there such a thing as cold?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'Yes, son, there's cold too.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'No sir, there isn't.…'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested. The room suddenly becomes very quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The student begins to explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'You can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, megaheat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don't have anything called 'cold'. We can hit up to 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder than the lowest -458 degrees.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'Everybody or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat. You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding like a hammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'What about darkness, professor. Is there such a thing as darkness?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'Yes,' the professor replies without hesitation. 'What is night if it isn't darkness?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light, but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and its called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning we use to define the word. In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him. This will be a good semester.. 'So what point are you making, young man?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The professor's face cannot hide his surprise this time, 'Flawed? Can you explain how?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'You are working on the premise of duality,' the student explains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'You argue that there is life and then there's death; a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'Now tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he realises where the argument is going. A very good semester, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an ongoing endeavour, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a preacher?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the commotion has subsided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, let me give you an example of what I mean.' The student looks around the room, 'Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor's brain?' The class breaks out into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain, felt the professor's brain, touched or smelt the professor's brain? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, with all due respect, sir.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'So if science says you have no brain, how can we trust your lectures, sir?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at the student, his face unreadable. Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers, 'I guess you'll have to take them on faith.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact, faith exists with life,' the student continues, 'Now, sir, is there such a thing as evil?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Now uncertain, the professor responds, 'Of course, there is. We see it everyday. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        To this the student replied, 'Evil does not exist sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The professor sat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       The student was Albert Einstein.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-1140245948728942280?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/1140245948728942280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=1140245948728942280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/1140245948728942280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/1140245948728942280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-me-explain-problem-science-has-with.html' title=''/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-1122317056491001002</id><published>2009-03-13T01:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T01:24:38.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The wonder that is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/Sbntxdd98fI/AAAAAAAAAOg/BjyhddFUWME/s1600-h/facebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 111px; height: 111px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/Sbntxdd98fI/AAAAAAAAAOg/BjyhddFUWME/s200/facebook.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312538669439906290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so interesting to reconnect with people from my past, and stay in touch (in real time) with people from my now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent some time this evening chatting with one of my closest friends from my youth.  We lost touch (for unimportant reasons) and I always wondered what she was doing.  I had looked on the myspace waste and never found her.  I even tried a google (which had proven successful in locating someone else from the past) but still never turned anything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been in loose contact for a month or more.  Quick little messages here and there, but nothing significant.  Tonight's chat made the years melt away a little and I felt 15 again.  I've not had a girl friend like it since.  I just haven't let people be that close to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-1122317056491001002?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/1122317056491001002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=1122317056491001002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/1122317056491001002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/1122317056491001002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/03/wonder-that-is.html' title='The wonder that is...'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/Sbntxdd98fI/AAAAAAAAAOg/BjyhddFUWME/s72-c/facebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-6612455441598293860</id><published>2009-03-11T18:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T18:21:29.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Squeee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/Sbg5FehNmLI/AAAAAAAAAOI/3ZndATpX5Hg/s1600-h/nonny%27s+camera+card+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/Sbg5FehNmLI/AAAAAAAAAOI/3ZndATpX5Hg/s200/nonny%27s+camera+card+030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312058526737995954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this new blog layout!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it isn't original to only me, but I think it really fits the whole "factory" type theme.  It looks rather industrial.  8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  That is all.  As you were. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a totally unrelated pic, but cute nonetheless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-6612455441598293860?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/6612455441598293860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=6612455441598293860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/6612455441598293860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/6612455441598293860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/03/squeee.html' title='Squeee!'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/Sbg5FehNmLI/AAAAAAAAAOI/3ZndATpX5Hg/s72-c/nonny%27s+camera+card+030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-6306767228162435141</id><published>2009-03-11T12:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T18:22:56.007-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why not laugh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/Sbg5rMWTp4I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/0sCSm3JOYZU/s1600-h/nonny%27s+camera+card+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/Sbg5rMWTp4I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/0sCSm3JOYZU/s200/nonny%27s+camera+card+014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312059174695446402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's better than crying or sulking.  I'd much rather be around a person who doesn't look at life so seriously.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am laughing today.  I just looked at my sitemeter for this week:  I had to just chuckle to myself.  Girl who blogs for herself still checks the sitemeter to see if she's gotten any new hits.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I?  Well....I'll never tell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa Nelly, talk about funny!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you wanna laugh at..err...with me too.  Go ahead, click &lt;a href="http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/03/50-flush.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/03/two-words-i-never-want-to-hear-used.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/03/flush.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing is so much fun: it works for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya wanna know another funny?  I hadn't participated in WFMW in so many weeks that I didn't realize the host has changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SbfvyktTmuI/AAAAAAAAAOA/M9yXaXjMkAw/s1600-h/wfmwbannerKRISTEN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SbfvyktTmuI/AAAAAAAAAOA/M9yXaXjMkAw/s400/wfmwbannerKRISTEN.jpg" border="0"alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311977937632991970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out more at&lt;a href="http://www.wearethatfamily.com/2009/03/wfmw-get-human.html"&gt; We are That Family&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-6306767228162435141?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/6306767228162435141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=6306767228162435141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/6306767228162435141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/6306767228162435141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-not-laugh.html' title='Why not laugh?'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/Sbg5rMWTp4I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/0sCSm3JOYZU/s72-c/nonny%27s+camera+card+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-4299179727061613782</id><published>2009-03-10T22:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:59:35.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to Read ...and other "hard" things.</title><content type='html'>My homeschooling year has not gone exactly as planned.  Older dd is doing fine. (mostly)  Younger dd on the other hand....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all I know the majority of the difficulty starts with me.  I am responsible for not making them go to bed earlier or waking them up before morning is half over.  The problem is that I am a night owl, and so are they.  Being a night owl is fine, but previous years of schooling only one left me with the luxury of starting the day at noon (ish) and being finished by 3.  With one child, that is very focused, it is very easy to do a whole day's work in just a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has presented the challenge of adding a second child in.  The beginning of the year went well.  November it slid into a ditch and stayed there.  I have not yet been able to pull it back out of the ditch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping that younger dd would be well on her way toward reading by this point.  Unfortunatly my instincts that she was just not ready proved correct.  She is learning her letters (finally) but can't seem to remember the fact that "e" sounds like "EEEEE" or that "a" sounds like "AAAAAAA" despite having worked on these two sounds for months.  (albeit...spotty).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other hard things:  Keeping my house in the order I like (this time of year).  Something about this time of year makes my house seem like it has a mind of it's own.  I know this is probably also my fault for not making the children quickly obey me when I tell them to pick something up.  Instead I've been finding myself reminding them over and over and over again and not following through with the punishment if they don't.  I am a strict disciplinarian...I thought.  Maybe  I just don't have it in me anymore.  Maybe one of them being 11 has something to do with it.  I don't know.  Maybe it really is just spring fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last hard thing (for today) is shaving off a coupla' twenty pounds. &lt;br /&gt;Oh. &lt;br /&gt;my. &lt;br /&gt;word.  I knew I was fat, but...wow.  I got on the scale last week...It said "OUCH."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-4299179727061613782?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/4299179727061613782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=4299179727061613782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/4299179727061613782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/4299179727061613782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/03/learning-to-read-and-other-hard-things.html' title='Learning to Read ...and other &quot;hard&quot; things.'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-6463893853796234916</id><published>2009-03-09T13:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:50:35.839-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FLUSH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SbVW0acxjUI/AAAAAAAAAN4/qYXRHSiJL7E/s1600-h/toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 79px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SbVW0acxjUI/AAAAAAAAAN4/qYXRHSiJL7E/s400/toilet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311246794006564162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes, we have reached Flush-OFf!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NO LEAKS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a tiny hairline crack in the tank last week.  Today Hubs installed the new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I could have, but I thought it would make him feel useful. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids have quickly put the "new potty" to good use. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray for modern plumbing!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-6463893853796234916?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/6463893853796234916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=6463893853796234916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/6463893853796234916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/6463893853796234916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/03/flush.html' title='FLUSH!'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SbVW0acxjUI/AAAAAAAAAN4/qYXRHSiJL7E/s72-c/toilet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-4795532846954093579</id><published>2009-03-07T14:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T14:29:57.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S FREE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SbLLJpmfrzI/AAAAAAAAANw/MaJu92vJCXU/s1600-h/GrowYourOwnSalad-registration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SbLLJpmfrzI/AAAAAAAAANw/MaJu92vJCXU/s320/GrowYourOwnSalad-registration.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310530277269810994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes it is.  I filled out my form for some free ORGANIC lettuce seeds.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna give it a try?  Click &lt;a href="http://www.ebfarm.com/AboutUs/GrowYourOwnOrganicSalad/seedpacket1.aspx"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring is in the air!  I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-4795532846954093579?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/4795532846954093579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=4795532846954093579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/4795532846954093579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/4795532846954093579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-free.html' title='IT&apos;S FREE!'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SbLLJpmfrzI/AAAAAAAAANw/MaJu92vJCXU/s72-c/GrowYourOwnSalad-registration.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-3246926545934448061</id><published>2009-03-07T14:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T14:23:50.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Free templates</title><content type='html'>I wish blogger had more templates already loaded.  I just don't want to take the time or money to either customize a free one from the web, or have one made for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tired of that washed out pink.  I switched to that after my failed attempt at uploading a free Christmas template.  I'd tinker around with something, but I'm suppoesed to be finishing up the housework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tell me.&lt;/span&gt;  Do you know of a place that has either free, or really cheap templates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about my current template?  It looks kinda industrial which does go with my blog's name.  And it has a touch of color.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...enough!  Go CLEAN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-3246926545934448061?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/3246926545934448061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=3246926545934448061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/3246926545934448061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/3246926545934448061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/03/free-templates.html' title='Free templates'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-7817970996991992356</id><published>2009-03-04T13:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:36:56.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Words I never want to hear used together</title><content type='html'>Just two.  (for today anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Toilet" and "Leak"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's still leaking.  I spent hours on the floor yesterday looking at it.  Thinking about it.  Trying to find other possible reasons why the bling blang toilet is leaking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me almost half the day yesterday to get the courage to even go in there to tackle it.  I was sure I knew how to do it (remember, I've told you &lt;a href="http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/01/give-me-hand.html"&gt;I'm one handy chick to have around&lt;/a&gt;).  I just wasn't so sure I was strong enough to do the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See we had ascertained that it was leaking either at the tank/bowel seal and/or the bolts that connect the two.  To be safe I replace both.  Well, I didn't, then I did, then I didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went something like this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I replaced just the bolts and washers because in his effort to prove it wasn't leaking, Hubs snapped one of the plastic bolts (plastic?  why?).  Starting with the snapped bolts was the obvious start.  I called for 11yo to come in the room for both moral support and extra muscle. We replaced the bolts, had it all back together, filled the tank.....and saw leaks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we drained it all, dried it all, tightened the bolts, (which I found were looser than I had thought) replaced the seal, put it all back together and watched with baited breath.  And saw leaking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, we try again, maybe the seal wasn't on straight.  We drain, dry, straighten and watch.  No leaks.  We are hopeful. We flush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND GUSH!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A HUGE LEAK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That seal? Yeah.  You know the one.  We take it off, put the old one back on and try it all again.  This time I am near tears.  I had moved that toilet tank too many times.  This was the last.  If I saw a leak I was going to scream.  This time I reinforce the bolts with an extra rubber gasket on the bottom (one I had from the other bolts) and made sure those puppies were tight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It filled.  We watched.  We flushed.  No gush.  But moments later......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRRRGGGGGG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up!  I am one handy chick to have around, but when it comes to a phantom drip, I am undone.  The tank is drained.  The mess is clean up.  And still I fight the phantom drip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I've considered going in there, but first I think I'm heading to the store for, you guessed it, more tools and parts.  These will be MY tools.  Hubs will not touch them, or use them, or think about touching or using them because if he does, as sure as rain falls from the sky he will lose them and then I will have to slug him.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/Sa2CfLBuhXI/AAAAAAAAANo/MHvHqjVO6-8/s1600-h/toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 79px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/Sa2CfLBuhXI/AAAAAAAAANo/MHvHqjVO6-8/s320/toilet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309043007787271538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Words of wisdom from the Great Toilet Debacle of 2009:&lt;/span&gt;  Always put down the lid when flushing-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Never&lt;/span&gt; reach for the deodorant while the lid is up.  If you forget the first two please rest assured that you can still use your potty without having a tank full of water.  A half bucket of water dumped into the bowl will do the job nicely, however, you may be pushed over the edge with this thought:  "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Is that drip from the bucket of water, or from the back of the tank?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-7817970996991992356?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/7817970996991992356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=7817970996991992356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/7817970996991992356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/7817970996991992356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/03/two-words-i-never-want-to-hear-used.html' title='Two Words I never want to hear used together'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/Sa2CfLBuhXI/AAAAAAAAANo/MHvHqjVO6-8/s72-c/toilet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-597778729700925232</id><published>2009-03-03T13:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T14:23:30.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The $50 Flush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/Sa2CfLBuhXI/AAAAAAAAANo/MHvHqjVO6-8/s1600-h/toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 79px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/Sa2CfLBuhXI/AAAAAAAAANo/MHvHqjVO6-8/s320/toilet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309043007787271538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever have one of those days?  You know, the kind where you think it's started off well, everyone is bright and chipper and then something smacks you unawares.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off well.  Hubs ran an errand.  The girls and I ate breakfast and I hit the shower.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every mom with only 1 bathroom knows that when you are in the shower, the whole world decides it needs to pee.  When I got out of the shower I noticed that the lid was up, and the toilet was unflushed.  No problem.  I reached over pushed down the handle and reached for my deodorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me pause here to say that if you ever get the impression to do something: DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I had the impression, right before I pressed down the handle, to shut the lid.  I always shut the lid when I flush.  I always shut the lid when I've showered.  Why didn't I shut the lid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers fumbled.  The deodorant fell into the icky, flushing potty.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gaped at the horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I lept into action.  Hands wash!  Toilets clog!  REACH IN!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did but not quickly enough.  No.  My lovely almost new deodorant slipped from my fingers and went down into the abyss that is the toilet.  Gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's where I should probably interject that this has happened before.  About 8 years ago.  Which is when I learned to always put down the toilet lid before I flush and when I take a shower.  Always.  Except I think yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs came in, unshaken.  He sprung into quick action.  First he donned my dishwashing gloves, pretty and pink and also nearly new.  Then he tried first to reach it.  No luck.  The toilet, she's a gonna have to come off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, he was good.  No yelling.  No complaining.  No lectures.  The bolts that held it in place were rusted and so we had to head off to the plumbing supply store for new bolts and a seal and a mini hacksaw.  No problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten minutes later we have the toilet removed and the stinky hole in the floor revealed.  The deodorant is removed and the only thing left to do it replace the seal and bolts and put it all back together.  Easy right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong.  The seal went on fine.  The bolts went in fine.  The toilet went on fine.  But when it came time to tighten the bolts thing were not so fine.  Something was wrong.  One of the bolts kept coming loose.  I said it was stripped and causing it to turn.  Hubs disagreed and took the whole thing apart, reinserted the bolt, put the toilet back on, and guess what?  Same thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time he was not feeling quite so pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention he had not eaten yet?  Despite the fact it was sitting on the table waiting for him to dig in?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally 3 trips to the hardware store and hours later the toilet is on.  It is fastened and everything is in working order.  The bathroom was also trashed.  Rust marks, sticky waxy toilet seal residue.  Oh, the horror.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the 20th time that day (which was around 4 o'clock) I tell Hubs to eat.  I would clean up the mess, and then we could go do the the things on his to-do list.(which involved test driving a car...don't get me started...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm cleaning up I see a drip.  Followed by another.  and yet another.  The tank...she's a leakin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! exclaimed Hubs.  That's just condensation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally the fight Hubs had been spoiling for over the past week ensues ( I forgot to mention that part.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes it did.  I had not allowed myself to be engaged in his grumpiness for months.  Months.  I was doing well.  But that drip was the drip that sent this Momma over the edge.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fougnt.  I cleaned.  The kids went outside.  I changed.  I got in the car.  And nobody felt like going anywhere.  The to do list?  gone.  Who cared.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all eventually worked out.  Hubs got a few hotdogs, we shopped for some books, hit the mall and made it home.  Only to find.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE TOILET WAS LEAKING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and being right?  highly over rated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?  at 9 o'clock- There's no where to buy the parts.  And this morning?  Hubs left for his job.  I'm left with a leaking john, 2 kids that just have to pee, a trip to the hardware store, and lots of wet towels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand total?  Around $50.  and a very frustrated Momma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-597778729700925232?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/597778729700925232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=597778729700925232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/597778729700925232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/597778729700925232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/03/50-flush.html' title='The $50 Flush'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/Sa2CfLBuhXI/AAAAAAAAANo/MHvHqjVO6-8/s72-c/toilet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-5785319911423195231</id><published>2009-03-01T17:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T17:24:23.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Singin'  3.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SasKztJwKmI/AAAAAAAAANg/0lVwZQ3RhKI/s1600-h/come_thou_fount_of_evry_blessing4_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SasKztJwKmI/AAAAAAAAANg/0lVwZQ3RhKI/s200/come_thou_fount_of_evry_blessing4_small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308348469196368482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Come Thou Fount&lt;/span&gt;-Robert Robinson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,&lt;br /&gt;Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;&lt;br /&gt;Streams of mercy, never ceasing,&lt;br /&gt;Call for songs of loudest praise.&lt;br /&gt;Teach me some melodious sonnet,&lt;br /&gt;Sung by flaming tongues above.&lt;br /&gt;Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,&lt;br /&gt;Mount of Thy redeeming love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I raise my Ebenezer;&lt;br /&gt;Here by Thy great help I’ve come;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;Safely to arrive at home.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus sought me when a stranger,&lt;br /&gt;Wandering from the fold of God;&lt;br /&gt;He, to rescue me from danger,&lt;br /&gt;Interposed His precious blood;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O to grace how great a debtor&lt;br /&gt;Daily I’m constrained to be!&lt;br /&gt;Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,&lt;br /&gt;Bind my wandering heart to Thee.&lt;br /&gt;Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,&lt;br /&gt;Prone to leave the God I love;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,&lt;br /&gt;Seal it for Thy courts above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.songsandhymns.org/mp3/ComeThouFount.mp3"&gt;Listen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-5785319911423195231?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/5785319911423195231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=5785319911423195231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/5785319911423195231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/5785319911423195231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-singin-31.html' title='Sunday Singin&apos;  3.1'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SasKztJwKmI/AAAAAAAAANg/0lVwZQ3RhKI/s72-c/come_thou_fount_of_evry_blessing4_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-395426884088278962</id><published>2009-02-26T21:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:30:50.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't an enemy just like that?</title><content type='html'>A very nice blogger that I follow posted yesterday that she's been dealing with panic attacks.  Now I've known me some fear and panic attacks and phobias.  So I shared with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the word would throw me into a world of hurt (except Mickey...he didn't count).  I used to also be fearful of other things.  The dark.  Boogy men.  You know; the stuff of childhood.  Sadly for me it lingered on well after the young child age.  I was scared, and knew it was foolish, but dealt with fear anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, I've conquered  those fears.  The most recent triumph was my extreme phobia of rodents.  But wouldn't you know, it's just like an enemy to try to throw that stuff back on me.  Last night.  At 5am. Out of left field.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with that familiar nervous feeling.  Over what???  Life is going well.  Things are fine.  It was panic for panic's sake.  So I prayed and eventually went back to sleep.  But today?  I've been on the verge of nervous all day.  Oh, what a dirty rotten Stinker! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but he has given us a spirit of love, power and a sound mind."  &lt;br /&gt; -2 Tim. 1:7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-395426884088278962?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/395426884088278962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=395426884088278962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/395426884088278962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/395426884088278962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/02/isnt-enemy-just-like-that.html' title='Isn&apos;t an enemy just like that?'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-3085836214253160431</id><published>2009-02-24T20:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:18:53.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Search Queries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SaScTtBer2I/AAAAAAAAANY/R5HhbxozuH4/s1600-h/glass-icecubes-OD00179-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SaScTtBer2I/AAAAAAAAANY/R5HhbxozuH4/s200/glass-icecubes-OD00179-lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306538123266535266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to laugh at some of the ways people find my blog.  Sometimes I know people are looking on purpose, other times it's because I've posted via a Mr. Linky or comment, sometimes they find their way over via google search.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know the most common google search query that directs people to my blog?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Put my icy feet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that a weird search?  Even weirder is that they are directed here thanks to a post I put up last year.  Go &lt;a href="http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2008/01/toe-freezing-cold.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see what they find.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-3085836214253160431?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/3085836214253160431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=3085836214253160431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/3085836214253160431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/3085836214253160431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/02/search-queries.html' title='Search Queries'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SaScTtBer2I/AAAAAAAAANY/R5HhbxozuH4/s72-c/glass-icecubes-OD00179-lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-2203147044077904093</id><published>2009-02-22T22:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:54:15.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting</title><content type='html'>Does it annoy you when bloggers only post once every 7-10 days?  I does me.  My life means so little.  Blogging is one of those things that helps me feel connected to the world.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I've let anyone dangling for a for weeks.  I took last week off.  I needed the break.  I think I was having not only a lapse in thinking interesting thoughts, but also having a bad self esteem week.  It's easy to feel little and insignificant and very hard  to not despise the day of small beginnings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for tonight.  Oh, the wonders of this thing called the internet....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-2203147044077904093?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/2203147044077904093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=2203147044077904093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/2203147044077904093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/2203147044077904093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/02/posting.html' title='Posting'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-8795453105757635126</id><published>2009-02-22T11:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T12:06:47.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Singin'</title><content type='html'>I'll stand With arms high and heart abandoned&lt;br /&gt;In awe of the One who gave it all&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand My soul Lord to You surrendered&lt;br /&gt;All I am is Yours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-8795453105757635126?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/8795453105757635126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=8795453105757635126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/8795453105757635126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/8795453105757635126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunday-singin_22.html' title='Sunday Singin&apos;'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-4152038125737067945</id><published>2009-02-20T08:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T08:45:17.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On a break.</title><content type='html'>I took a break this week.  I'll return to The Blog next week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss me bunches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-4152038125737067945?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/4152038125737067945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=4152038125737067945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/4152038125737067945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/4152038125737067945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-break.html' title='On a break.'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-3482796074854065326</id><published>2009-02-16T16:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:56:28.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SZnuN_KLDrI/AAAAAAAAANQ/QXBIjCfk63k/s1600-h/question+mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SZnuN_KLDrI/AAAAAAAAANQ/QXBIjCfk63k/s200/question+mark.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303531960265281202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking these words for quite a few weeks. Self reflection seems to be my specialty. For the past few weeks the theme seems to be about The Blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? Why am I writing? What do I hope to achieve? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a mom. I have thoughts. I have sometimes very deep thoughts with no where to take them. Sometimes I have very frivolous thoughts with still no where to take them. Hubs works hours that should not be legal (and I'm not sure they really are.) Kids are too young and inappropriate dumping grounds. Mom-friends have busy lives full of their own husbands and kids. I guess it seems reasonable then that I blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I struggle with something. The writing for me vs. the wanting to be popular. I see the "cool blogs" the "it blogs" the "now blogs" and cant' help wishing I were one of them. My site meter for last week recorded exactly 3 visits. Now I realize I posted very little. But still, 3???? Kind of makes the whole self esteem thing go swoosh! right down the ole crapper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the part of me that blogs for me reminds me (like how I said that?) that hits don't matter. Scores of comments don't matter. Popularity does not matter. I write because I need to. I write because it's what I've always done when I need someone to really talk to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trusting those words to a more public forum though,...I think it's changed it all a little bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I care if someone comments. I care if the site meter jumps. I care to be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cool, I am not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; non-mainstream. Exactly when I became this...I can't exactly pinpoint. Maybe it just always was. To not follow the crowd. To be an individual. To do what I do because that's who I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popularity....not so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself that if someone is marked by the words I type, then, Great! but that isn't my reason for writing. Somehow though....I don't think I totally buy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-3482796074854065326?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/3482796074854065326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=3482796074854065326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/3482796074854065326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/3482796074854065326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SZnuN_KLDrI/AAAAAAAAANQ/QXBIjCfk63k/s72-c/question+mark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-8776115717197686995</id><published>2009-02-14T22:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:11:47.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Singin' Feb. 15</title><content type='html'>Great is Thy Faithfulness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father;&lt;br /&gt;There is no shadow of turning with Thee;&lt;br /&gt;Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not;&lt;br /&gt;As Thou hast been, Thou forever will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great is Thy faithfulness!&lt;br /&gt;Great is Thy faithfulness!&lt;br /&gt;Morning by morning new mercies I see.&lt;br /&gt;All I have needed Thy hand hath provided;&lt;br /&gt;Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3PrDRzkgBMA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3PrDRzkgBMA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer and winter and springtime and harvest,&lt;br /&gt;Sun, moon and stars in their courses above&lt;br /&gt;Join with all nature in manifold witness&lt;br /&gt;To Thy great faithfulness, mercy and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great is Thy faithfulness!&lt;br /&gt;Great is Thy faithfulness!&lt;br /&gt;Morning by morning new mercies I see.&lt;br /&gt;All I have needed Thy hand hath provided;&lt;br /&gt;Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth&lt;br /&gt;Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide;&lt;br /&gt;Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great is Thy faithfulness!&lt;br /&gt;Great is Thy faithfulness!&lt;br /&gt;Morning by morning new mercies I see.&lt;br /&gt;All I have needed Thy hand hath provided;&lt;br /&gt;Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-8776115717197686995?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/8776115717197686995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=8776115717197686995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/8776115717197686995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/8776115717197686995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunday-singin-feb-15.html' title='Sunday Singin&apos; Feb. 15'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-4729063187806367647</id><published>2009-02-10T22:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:47:16.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SZJKAGlsmJI/AAAAAAAAANI/SNxks0Qu0tE/s1600-h/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SZJKAGlsmJI/AAAAAAAAANI/SNxks0Qu0tE/s200/28.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301381076997675154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twelve years ago I embarked on a journey with an unknown destination. I was young  and heading into deep waters. Little did I know that 12 years later, Hubs and I would have been through so many bumps and bruises nor could I have known that we would throw in the towel more than once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year this time it was over. This year, it has started anew. Only the grace of God has brought me through. What I thought was dead was brought new life. It grows stronger everyday and I once again have hope for a bright tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord, that in my seasons of faithlessness, you remain Faithful. Thank you Lord that you have never left me, nor forsaken me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the LORD, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope."&lt;br /&gt;-Jer. 29:11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-4729063187806367647?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/4729063187806367647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=4729063187806367647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/4729063187806367647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/4729063187806367647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/02/starting-over_10.html' title='Starting Over'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SZJKAGlsmJI/AAAAAAAAANI/SNxks0Qu0tE/s72-c/28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-3508262735364251283</id><published>2009-02-08T07:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T07:16:00.348-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><title type='text'>Sunday Singin'  Feb. 8</title><content type='html'>I'm Free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long I had searched for life's meaning,&lt;br /&gt;Enslaved y the world and my greed:&lt;br /&gt;Then the door of the prison was opened by love,&lt;br /&gt;For the ransom was paid_I was free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm free from the fear of tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;I'm free from the guilt of the past:&lt;br /&gt;For I've traded my shacles for a glorious song,&lt;br /&gt;I'm Free! Praise the Lord! Free at last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm free from the guilt that I carried,&lt;br /&gt;From that dull empty life I'm set free:&lt;br /&gt;For when I met Jesus, He made me comlet,&lt;br /&gt;He forgot how foolish I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Free from the fear of tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;I'm free from the guilt of the past:&lt;br /&gt;For I've traded my shackles for a glorious song,&lt;br /&gt;I'm Free! Praise the Lord!  Free at last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/grGGxlPJZF8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/grGGxlPJZF8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-3508262735364251283?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/3508262735364251283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=3508262735364251283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/3508262735364251283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/3508262735364251283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunday-singin-feb-8.html' title='Sunday Singin&apos;  Feb. 8'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-9124251871592078025</id><published>2009-02-07T00:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T00:29:26.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good</title><content type='html'>I was just making a pass through stop to my blog before going to bed.  Actually, I was trying to follow up on a comment I recieved the other day.  I clicked over to the other blog and took a peek around.  As I was just going about my business, I began to listen to the words of the song that plays when you first click to The Factory.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't just hear it.  I listened.  And I'm reminded once more, that God is so good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not alone, I'm not alone, You'll never leave me.  You'll never leave me."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It struck such a chord.  To know that He's near, even when my mind is preoccupied with something else.  I have to say, I got a little misty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Father, that you never leave me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-9124251871592078025?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/9124251871592078025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=9124251871592078025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/9124251871592078025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/9124251871592078025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/02/good.html' title='Good'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-5969895317479690760</id><published>2009-02-05T12:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T12:28:21.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a potpourri of posts</title><content type='html'>Am I running out of things to say??? gasp. Perish the thought. It's actually quite a challenge to post everyday. Then there are some days when I can think of more than I can shake a stick at. Feast or famine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is shining today, which is a good thing. I missed it. I felt pretty tired and drained yesterday. I ended up sleeping for around 9 1/2 hours last night. Then I still  had to drag myself out of bed. I must remember to get my brain out in the sun for a while today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly,  I worked up a 2 week list of meals for lunch and dinner. If I have something to plan off of, it just makes it much easier. If I don't assign a day, I can just wake up and decide what we'll have as the day comes. I usually like to fill it all in a chart, but Hey! I'm walking on the wild side! Ha! I'm so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the List: More for me than for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunch&lt;/strong&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;Omelets w/spinach&amp;feta     &lt;br /&gt;mini-subs &lt;br /&gt;grilled ham/cheese &lt;br /&gt;veggie burgers &lt;br /&gt;salad w/ salmon or tuna &lt;br /&gt;pbj &lt;br /&gt;quick mac&amp;cheese &lt;br /&gt;fishsticks (5yo request) &lt;br /&gt;leftovers (the best lunch!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dinner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SYshNZRxgII/AAAAAAAAAM4/2wznFERZ_Lc/s1600-h/lasagna-soup-main-photo-180-FF0209SOUP_A05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SYshNZRxgII/AAAAAAAAAM4/2wznFERZ_Lc/s200/lasagna-soup-main-photo-180-FF0209SOUP_A05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299365900538970242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://"&gt;lasagna soup&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tacos&lt;br /&gt;chicken enchilada&lt;br /&gt;lemon pepper fish&lt;br /&gt;pork chops, mac &amp;cheese, stewed tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;salmon&lt;br /&gt;pot roast w/ carrots &amp;potatoes&lt;br /&gt;oven fried chicken breasts&lt;br /&gt;roast chicken&lt;br /&gt;german pizza&lt;br /&gt;cheese tetrazinni&lt;br /&gt;chicken and dumplings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-5969895317479690760?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/5969895317479690760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=5969895317479690760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/5969895317479690760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/5969895317479690760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/02/potpourri-of-posts.html' title='a potpourri of posts'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SYshNZRxgII/AAAAAAAAAM4/2wznFERZ_Lc/s72-c/lasagna-soup-main-photo-180-FF0209SOUP_A05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-6113349898865724258</id><published>2009-02-03T12:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T12:36:26.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tippy Tuesday...aluminum foil.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SYh_L7a31PI/AAAAAAAAAMo/NRHKFbTK-LM/s1600-h/kitchentiptuesdays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SYh_L7a31PI/AAAAAAAAAMo/NRHKFbTK-LM/s320/kitchentiptuesdays.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298624804507079922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have stainless steel cookware. I love it and am not sorry I gave up the nonstick! Sometimes though, I do miss the convenience of just a quick wipe around the pan when it comes to clean up. If you have stainless steel too, then you know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care how carefully you preheat the pan, or de-glaze, or keep your heat just right. It's inevitable that you will get a cruddy pan at some point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter pot scratchers. I hate them. The nylon ones get goopy, steel wool rusts, stainless steel wool gets crud up inside it, and soap pads seem like a waste when I only need to clean a small pan. (not to mention they get that rusty smell too) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day as I was staring at a pan and dreading getting out a soap pad, the idea struck me. Hadn't I seen &lt;em&gt;somewhere&lt;/em&gt; to try aluminum foil? I had just bought a inexpensive roll and thought , "Why not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ripped a small section off, balled it up, and went to work. Wow! It actually did the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more smelly soap pads or steel wool for me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;For more kitchen tips, head on over to &lt;a href="http://tammysrecipes.com/"&gt;Tammy's Recipes &lt;/a&gt;for &lt;a href="http://tammysrecipes.com/node/3162"&gt;Kitchen Tip Tuesday&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-6113349898865724258?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/6113349898865724258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=6113349898865724258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/6113349898865724258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/6113349898865724258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/02/tippy-tuesdayaluminum-foil.html' title='Tippy Tuesday...aluminum foil.'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SYh_L7a31PI/AAAAAAAAAMo/NRHKFbTK-LM/s72-c/kitchentiptuesdays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-5558569508007753974</id><published>2009-02-01T05:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T05:47:00.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Singin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SYSdhI5lMuI/AAAAAAAAAMg/w-fM2nBMH70/s1600-h/Thomas_Moore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SYSdhI5lMuI/AAAAAAAAAMg/w-fM2nBMH70/s320/Thomas_Moore.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297532254344786658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://library.timelesstruths.org/music/Come_Ye_Disconsolate/midi/"&gt;Come Ye Disconsolate&lt;/a&gt;-Thomas Moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, ye disconsolate, where’er ye languish,&lt;br /&gt;Come to the mercy seat, fervently kneel.&lt;br /&gt;Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;&lt;br /&gt;Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,&lt;br /&gt;Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure!&lt;br /&gt;Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying,&lt;br /&gt;“Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot cure.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here see the Bread of Life, see waters flowing&lt;br /&gt;Forth from the throne of God, pure from above.&lt;br /&gt;Come to the feast of love; come, ever knowing&lt;br /&gt;Earth has no sorrow but heaven can remove.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-5558569508007753974?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/5558569508007753974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=5558569508007753974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/5558569508007753974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/5558569508007753974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunday-singin.html' title='Sunday Singin&apos;'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SYSdhI5lMuI/AAAAAAAAAMg/w-fM2nBMH70/s72-c/Thomas_Moore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-6757407102782712843</id><published>2009-01-31T13:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T17:24:02.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new "Experiment"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SYSbdJ9oz7I/AAAAAAAAAMY/xvCOwLoY3vk/s1600-h/tv+dumped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SYSbdJ9oz7I/AAAAAAAAAMY/xvCOwLoY3vk/s400/tv+dumped.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297529986887503794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this winter has been so much more pleasant this year, I thought I'd try giving the following experiment a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning the Tv...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are summer girls. We love the sun, the warmth, the outsidey-ness that warm weather brings. So when cooler weather settles in, and we can no longer tolerate it out doors we turn to the tv for our main source of entertainment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get it twisted. We have activities we do, we still do our schoolwork and our house work, but as soon as those things are over the old boob-tube clicks on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't always the case. No. In fact back before I was a SAHM we didn't even have cable. We only used the tv to watch the occasional movie. We didn't suffer and we weren't weird. We did things like...play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh....Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, when pregnancy #2 came along and Hubs told me I could leave my job and stay home with our little family, the tv came in. I was so sick. So sick. Tv was the only thing I could muster up the strength to do and it quickly became a habit. A bad habbit that we still have 6 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now...(I hope.) I'm breaking the Tv habit. I've been feeling for quite a few months that we should return to our no tv days. I'd think about it while I was folding clothes or washing dishes. The thought kept creeping in for a month or more. Finally, last Saturday morning as my hands were deep in the sink full of sudsy water I broke down and talked to the kids about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided, the three of us, to take the tv out of our routine. The only time we will watch is when there is a favorite show on, and then we will only watch that show. The list was quite small. We all knew that the amount of time we spent watching the tv was taken up with watching stuff we didn't really enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far this week we have done well. The tv has stayed off, except for an hour or so right before bedtime. This is something I'd like to eventually give up all together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is running much more smoothly. The schoolwork is done without the rush of hurrying to get through. We have even been eating 3 hot meals a day. No cold cereal or cheese sandwiches for us. And we've spent so much more time out of the living room and in other rooms of the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy how much time a little light box can take up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 1 is almost over, and it's been a success. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-photo by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jamesgood/363013819/"&gt;James Good&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-6757407102782712843?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/6757407102782712843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=6757407102782712843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/6757407102782712843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/6757407102782712843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-new-experiment.html' title='Our new &quot;Experiment&quot;'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SYSbdJ9oz7I/AAAAAAAAAMY/xvCOwLoY3vk/s72-c/tv+dumped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-7738164899870933017</id><published>2009-01-29T13:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T23:20:01.109-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>New Soup</title><content type='html'>11yo is a girl scout. Anyone with a scout knows that twice a year they do sales. The first one being QSP (candy, nuts, magazines) and the second one being cookies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, instead of candy we bought magazines. Family Fun to be exact. It was cheap and I know quite a few people that subscribe and do neat little projects from the pages. Our first issue came this week. I flipped through quickly and the first thing to catch my eye was some soup recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love soup. There is something so warming and comforting about eating a nice steaming bowl of soup. Add a fresh loaf of bread and a salad and you have a complete meal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One soup recipe stood out above the rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, ewwwww. The first time I heard of it was a few days before I had seen the actual recipe and I said, "Ewww. Sounds gross." Spaghetti sauce and noodles didn't sound appetizing to me in a soup, but my mom, the person who had told me she had tasted this soup at a ladies tea, said it was actually quite good. It's lucky for me she had mentioned this soup before I saw the article, otherwise I would have passed right by and never given this recipe a try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we tried it. The verdict? Everyone loved it. It was so filling and full of yummy Italian-like flavors. Definitely one to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lasagna Soup &lt;/strong&gt;(from the Kitchen of Meredith Deeds)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SYH5ui19aYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3gEmSAyVG50/s1600-h/lasagna-soup-main-photo-180-FF0209SOUP_A05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SYH5ui19aYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3gEmSAyVG50/s400/lasagna-soup-main-photo-180-FF0209SOUP_A05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296789214786840962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons olive oil &lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 pounds Italian sausage (bulk or with casings removed) &lt;br /&gt;2 onions, finely chopped &lt;br /&gt;4 garlic cloves, minced &lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons oregano &lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon red pepper flakes &lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons tomato paste &lt;br /&gt;1 (28-ounce) can diced tomatoes &lt;br /&gt;6 cups chicken broth &lt;br /&gt;2 bay leaves &lt;strong&gt;("The Factory" spice cabinet didn't have these, and the soup was still good.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 ounces fusilli pasta &lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup finely chopped fresh basil &lt;br /&gt;8 ounces ricotta &lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup grated Parmesan &lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon salt &lt;br /&gt;Pinch of pepper &lt;br /&gt;2 cups shredded mozzarella &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In a large pot, heat the oil over medium heat. Add the sausage and sauté, breaking it up into small pieces with a wooden spoon, until the sausage is no longer pink, about 5 to 7 minutes. Drain any excess fat from the pot. Add the onions and sauté until softened, about 6 minutes. Add the garlic, oregano, and red pepper flakes and sauté for 1 minute. Add the tomato paste and sauté until the paste turns a rusty brown, about 5 minutes. Add the tomatoes with their juice, the broth, and the bay leaves and bring the soup to a boil. Reduce the heat and simmer for about 30 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Add the pasta, then increase the heat to medium-high and boil the soup until the pasta is tender to the bite, following the time recommendations on the pasta package. Discard the bay leaves, then stir in the basil. If desired, season with salt and black pepper to taste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In a small bowl, combine the ricotta, the Parmesan, the 1/4 teaspoon of salt, and the pinch of pepper. To serve, place about 1 1/2 tablespoons of the ricotta mixture in each bowl, sprinkle with some of the mozzarella, and ladle the soup on top. Makes about 13 cups.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-7738164899870933017?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/7738164899870933017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=7738164899870933017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/7738164899870933017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/7738164899870933017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-soup.html' title='New Soup'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SYH5ui19aYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3gEmSAyVG50/s72-c/lasagna-soup-main-photo-180-FF0209SOUP_A05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-7189259625943332084</id><published>2009-01-28T11:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:44:52.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Creating an Atmosphere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SYCZfKprgoI/AAAAAAAAAL4/BtvvXxgQ_n0/s1600-h/worksformewednesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 153px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SYCZfKprgoI/AAAAAAAAAL4/BtvvXxgQ_n0/s200/worksformewednesday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296401922501870210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read around my blog much, you would see that my relationship with the Lord is the one thing I consistently write about. I can only think the reason for this is because He is the one constant in my life. Things around me change, people change, seasons change. He is the Unchangeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to cultivate this oneness of mind and heart in my children as well. I don't preach or lecture them, but rather I try to let my life be the example. He is so real to me that it's natural that I talk about Him, and want to be near Him. One of the things that helps me to keep Him at the forefront of our thoughts is to create an atmosphere of praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the biggest helps in creating this atmosphere of praise and thanksgiving is playing music throughout our day. Our favorite source for this is &lt;a href="www.elijahstreams.com"&gt;Elijah Streams Internet Radio&lt;/a&gt;. They not only play great music, but they also read scripture set to pleasant music. All this, and it's commercial free, too! &lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Live, streaming music works for me. For more of what works, hop on over to &lt;a href="http://rocksinmydryer.typepad.com/"&gt;Rocks in my Dryer. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-7189259625943332084?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/7189259625943332084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=7189259625943332084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/7189259625943332084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/7189259625943332084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/01/creating-atmosphere.html' title='Creating an Atmosphere'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SYCZfKprgoI/AAAAAAAAAL4/BtvvXxgQ_n0/s72-c/worksformewednesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-2698050602302365458</id><published>2009-01-24T19:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T13:58:30.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen to this</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j5m5bxp_woU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j5m5bxp_woU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happen to know the tenor (the one in the black suit is the guy singing up in the rafters).  The video quality lets something to be desired, and the person recording it decided to sing along a few times, but still the group sounds GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to press the stop button on the project playlist player in the right sidebar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy listening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-2698050602302365458?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/2698050602302365458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=2698050602302365458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/2698050602302365458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/2698050602302365458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/01/listen-to-this.html' title='Listen to this'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-7250962574233951952</id><published>2009-01-23T19:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T19:20:21.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tid bits</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to keep my nose to the grindstone this past week.  This time of year is always great for getting a good amount accomplished in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunatly, this is also the time of year when the house looks it's worst.  The days are cold, we don't go out as much, and we get to feeling kinda home-ish.  You'd think that would be good but it isn't.  Because we're home more, something happens to the messy level of everyone.  Even I, who can't stand disorder, tend to get a little slack with my chores.  I hate it, but something happens to my brain and I just let it slide.  Things slide and I feel grouchy that's it's messy, but obviously not grouchy enough to crack down.  Other years I've just chalked it up to the winter blues.  This year I have not had even a touch of the winter blues.  So it's not the winter blues.  Instead it's just a good case of cold weather lazies?  I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of winter blues....I am so thankful that despite circumstances that have surrounded us, I haven't had the slightest sympton.  Is it all the vitamins I'm taking?  or is the Lord just that good to me?    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give the Big Guy the credit.  He deserves it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all.  I have no witty antecdotes, no big philosophical type thoughts.  Just an honest review of my housekeeping skills this past week or two and a glowing report of what an awesome, accomplished homeschooling mom I am.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I be both at the same time????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-7250962574233951952?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/7250962574233951952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=7250962574233951952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/7250962574233951952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/7250962574233951952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/01/tid-bits.html' title='Tid bits'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-2702931548093528292</id><published>2009-01-20T13:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:21:56.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Girls and I were watched the inauguration (hey, it's history) and discussed what we saw as it happened. As soon as he had taken his oath, I was reminded that while we don't have like our new president's politics we do have a major responsibility as Christians to pray for him. I felt the weight of that responsibility rest on my shoulders which is something I've never felt for a political leader before. How timely then, that I received the following message in my inbox. (paragraph separations inserted by me in order to make it more readable.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,.... and can I just say that I &lt;3loved&lt;3 the way Rick Warren not only prayed in the name of Jesus, but used His name in multiple languages!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    From God TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SXYUq4lmW0I/AAAAAAAAALw/_NBPfBQIz0M/s1600-h/eblast_090120_obama_header.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 106px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SXYUq4lmW0I/AAAAAAAAALw/_NBPfBQIz0M/s400/eblast_090120_obama_header.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293441138997746498" !!!!/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, according to Timothy 2, Paul exhorted that "supplications, prayers, intercessions and giving of thanks be made for all men, for kings and for all that are in authority that we may lead a quiet peaceable life in all godliness and honesty. For this is good and acceptable in the sight of God our Savior".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In obedience to Your Word, we join together this day, January 20 2009, with our GOD TV family all across the United States of America and join in one heart and one mind in prayer and intercession for our new incoming President Barack Obama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father we ask this day that as Barack Obama is inaugurated here in Washington DC, that You would look down from Heaven and in Your great mercies upon America look down this day upon President Barack Obama and grant him exceeding wisdom in these crucial days ahead facing him and the new administration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mighty Father we pray as a united body to You, the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of glory, that You may grant to Barack Obama the spirit of wisdom and revelation of the knowledge of Yourself this day. That the eyes of President Obama's understanding be enlightened that he may know what is the hope of his calling and the riches of the glory of his inheritance in the saints, and what is the exceeding greatness of Your power to us-ward who believe and to himself, according to the working of Your mighty power which you wrought in Christ, when You raised Him from the dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father we pray that the overshadowing fear of the Lord would start to rest upon this new administration. We pray for Your sovereign hand to guide the President and those in his cabinet. We release YOUR purposes, we release YOUR plan, we release YOUR strategies and YOUR wisdom, we release YOUR governance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pray for visitation in the President's night hours and revelation in his waking hours, that as he enters the pressures and the challenges of office in 2009 that he would be driven to trust in You as his mighty fortress, that he would find refuge and wisdom under Your wings, that he would seek Your face before he seeks man's wisdom and Father, that You would pour out word after word in season upon him from on high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, we thank you that even as Abraham Lincoln and Andrew Jackson ruled in generations before Barack Obama, that You have placed upon President Barack Obama's shoulders a mantle to root out and tear up wickedness, thank you Father, that by Your sovereign mighty hand, You would imbue him with zealousness and righteousness to rout out evil men and sinister schemes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grant President Barack Obama the courage to rule with justice and the wisdom to rule under God. And Father, as the body of Christ that we commit to You to lift him up faithfully and fervently. That we may consistently petition Heaven on Barack Obama's behalf and petition President Barack Obama on YOUR behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, we also ask that You minister to him in the night hours regarding the issue of abortion that he may know Your heart and Your mind on these issues so important to Heaven. And finally we ask divine protection and blessing over his family and upon his physical life. Preserve his life from being cut off prematurely, Father preserve him from sinister schemes and the schemes of wicked men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you that as President of the United States he will run the course that is laid out for him in this time and this season. Thank you for joining with us and our GOD TV teams all across America to pray for President Barack Obama today and in the months and years ahead. God Bless America! &lt;br /&gt;With our love in the service of the Lord Jesus Christ,&lt;br /&gt;Rory and Wendy Alec.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-2702931548093528292?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/2702931548093528292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=2702931548093528292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/2702931548093528292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/2702931548093528292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/01/father-according-to-timothy-2-paul.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SXYUq4lmW0I/AAAAAAAAALw/_NBPfBQIz0M/s72-c/eblast_090120_obama_header.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460389670972636558.post-4674097878312293677</id><published>2009-01-20T01:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:31:58.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tippy Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SXYJly02L5I/AAAAAAAAALg/8J2_APHoQtw/s1600-h/kitchentiptuesdays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SXYJly02L5I/AAAAAAAAALg/8J2_APHoQtw/s200/kitchentiptuesdays.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293428956923834258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tip for the week may seem like a no-brainer to many of you, but I gotta tell ya, it's a lesson I learned the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When defrosting meat from the freezer be sure to place it in a bowl (or other solid type container) before placing in the fridge to defrost. Don't forget to place that bowl of defrosting meat on the bottom most shelf of your fridge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't heed my hard learned advice the following scenario may (and will eventually) take place: &lt;br /&gt;You place that carefully wrapped piece of meat in your fridge in it's package that it was frozen in. You figure to yourself, "Hey, it kept it from being freezer burnt, should be okay." Two days later when you are ready to prep that said piece of beef, chicken, pork etc. for the next day's crock pot meal, you will discover that the "fail proof" packaging had a very small tear in it which has allowed all that gross, &lt;strong&gt;GROSS&lt;/strong&gt; blood that has leached out of your defrosted meat to leak all over the bottom (or top) of your fridge. When you go to pick it up so you can mop it up, and disinfect the area, you will realize that it has dripped down into the drip pan section of your fridge( or worse yet, all your shelves that house food). You will then have to remove every item from the infected (and affected) shelf/shelves and clean your fridge right before bedtime. Not only will you find yourself wiping up the shelves, but you will find yourself dipping all your lemons (that you just bought and haphazardly placed into the fridge) into a solution of bleach water. The idea of throwing those beauties in the trash will make you cringe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, just save yourself the trouble, and put that defrosting meat into a bowl, and place that bowl on the bottom shelf. (I'm thankful I &lt;em&gt;at least &lt;/em&gt;had enough autopiloted sense to put the meat on the bottom shelf!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;For more tips visit &lt;a href="http://www.tammysrecipes.com/node/3148"&gt;Tammy's Recipes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460389670972636558-4674097878312293677?l=candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/feeds/4674097878312293677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460389670972636558&amp;postID=4674097878312293677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/4674097878312293677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460389670972636558/posts/default/4674097878312293677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candcmommyfactory.blogspot.com/2009/01/tippy-tuesday.html' title='Tippy Tuesday'/><author><name>ccsmomma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15519336444702623232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpHfNiCKU68/SXYJly02L5I/AAAAAAAAALg/8J2_APHoQtw/s72-c/kitchentiptuesdays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
