<?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-1306247312883495031</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:47:38.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SHERRIE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-1932790683971249783</id><published>2011-09-12T11:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T11:10:18.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Flags Cheer Competition!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZH9LS472oVQ/Tm4WV3VBMaI/AAAAAAAAASs/LeAypg5bZ3k/s1600/IMG-20110910-00171.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZH9LS472oVQ/Tm4WV3VBMaI/AAAAAAAAASs/LeAypg5bZ3k/s320/IMG-20110910-00171.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Rozalynn and Karie performing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hF5HvFzvVgk/Tm4YDPLpSTI/AAAAAAAAASw/_5MyVO-UTxc/s1600/IMG-20110910-00182.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hF5HvFzvVgk/Tm4YDPLpSTI/AAAAAAAAASw/_5MyVO-UTxc/s320/IMG-20110910-00182.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Team Photo!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wLueTPQxK_Q/Tm4YuppH5AI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Vy6XWNvPN54/s1600/IMG-20110910-00184.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wLueTPQxK_Q/Tm4YuppH5AI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Vy6XWNvPN54/s320/IMG-20110910-00184.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Roz hanging on to trophy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls did awesome!! It was fun to watch all the teams perform. The girls came in 2nd place for there divsion. This was great seeing how it's the first competition, and first year for most of the girls on the team to ever cheer. We have a long season ahead of us. I hope the girls can keep it up. They still have 8 more competitions to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v30PFTUtXXQ/Tm4fPWfpJ7I/AAAAAAAAAS8/tM5RBXtnrq0/s1600/IMG-20110910-00186.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v30PFTUtXXQ/Tm4fPWfpJ7I/AAAAAAAAAS8/tM5RBXtnrq0/s320/IMG-20110910-00186.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The Girls also won the Celebrity Swag Award.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-1932790683971249783?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/1932790683971249783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=1932790683971249783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/1932790683971249783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/1932790683971249783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2011/09/six-flags-cheer-competition.html' title='Six Flags Cheer Competition!!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZH9LS472oVQ/Tm4WV3VBMaI/AAAAAAAAASs/LeAypg5bZ3k/s72-c/IMG-20110910-00171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-4583923193571268143</id><published>2011-09-05T01:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T01:01:07.822-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's New!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seemed as though summer has few by! What a great summer it has been. Rozzy turned 11 years old this summer. We had her birthday in the dells. One of her favorite places in the world. What a great time I had with those girls. If you want entertainment hang out with a group of 11 year old girls!                                                                                                                                                                                                                &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I throw my niece Kristine's baby shower at the beginning of August. Made my first fortune cookies with fortunes. Yep! I was pretty amazed with myself.  She had her beautiful twin boys a week later. My nephew Justin got married at the end of August to a wonderful women Erica. It was an awesome ceremony.  I pray for both Kristine and Justin- patience, never ending love, faith, and acknowledgment that you sometime have to give up control, and pick and choose your battle. I find this works with both marriage and with children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that school has started I fill a bit of sadness. Keanul is a senior this year in high school. It's hard to believe. Poof! He has grown. Rozzy is in 6th grade now. She likes to go shopping and putting on makeup, like a young lady. Poof! She is growing up. It seemed like yesterday we were teaching Keanul how to ride his bike in St. Mary's parking lot. And our dog Bootsy was chasing after him. It seems like yesterday that all Rozzy wanted to do was go shoot hoops in the back yard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rozzy has joined a cheer leading competition team over the summer. Her first competition is this coming Saturday. She is pretty excited! She will be dancing again this year. That will start next week. She is keeping us very busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that is all for now. I hope I blog sooner this time around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-4583923193571268143?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/4583923193571268143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=4583923193571268143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/4583923193571268143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/4583923193571268143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2011/09/whats-new.html' title='What&apos;s New!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-2154090425960238120</id><published>2011-02-09T18:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T09:14:21.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it hard to find the words to say to comfort the people you love so dearly. Its hard to try to be the rock and be strong for those you love. What to say, what to say? I guess I say how much I love you and how much God loves you. He doesn't want pain to fill us, just love. It's crazy that just 1 month ago today that we were sitting in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hospital&lt;/span&gt;. Praying for a very special women to stay with us. How selfish is that. Knowing that when I arrived at the hospital that its not good when they put the family in a private room. But yet you pray for a miracle to happen. Hanging on to any good news. But yet the miracle is that it was her time to go home. But yet the selfishness comes back, and you say," that I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have enough time with her!"" I want her back!!" Yet God has other plans. Sometime, like other times, God's plans for life is not the same as ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 John 4:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in him. Love is made complete among us so that we will have confidence on the day of judgement, because in this world we are like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Mom. She is Love. She lived with God, and God lived through her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-2154090425960238120?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/2154090425960238120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=2154090425960238120' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/2154090425960238120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/2154090425960238120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2011/02/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-1975572401640784347</id><published>2009-08-21T16:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:29:12.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies When Your Having Fun!!</title><content type='html'>Boy it has been busy, busy!! I have been putting in alot of hours at work this. We have started a new computer data system. Which instead of creating less work it is creating more. Lets just say its not very user friendly. Football season is upon us. Keanul's first scrimmage game is tonight. He will be playing for the JV team this year. Let hope the team does well this season. This Sunday we will be signing Roz up for basketball. Lets hope that practice and game time are at convenient times for Rick or I to be able to take her. School is just around the corner. Which is hard to believe, and also sad to know that the kids are getting up there in grades. Keanul will be a sophmore in high school. Rozalynn will be attending a new school this year. 4th grade. yikes! With the new school season comes a new dance season. Which I will be working agian this year at the dance studio. Can we say busy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-1975572401640784347?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/1975572401640784347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=1975572401640784347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/1975572401640784347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/1975572401640784347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-flies-when-your-having-fun.html' title='Time Flies When Your Having Fun!!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-2398368947694018650</id><published>2009-07-23T16:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:53:31.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarity!!</title><content type='html'>There is nothing like waking up in the morning with a clear vision. Today I woke feeling refreshed and happy to be here. I started my morning with my morning cup of coffee, and sat out on our deck listening to the birds chirping away. The morning was beautiful with a small amount of dew on the lawn that shimmered.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                        &lt;br /&gt;We have a small bird feeder in the back yard that I just love. We have different birds that come and visit through out the day. There is a momma and daddy cardinal that visits quit often. As one eats the other watches over. Today the daddy came over to the momma, and gently kiss her on her beak. It was so loving and affectionate. It just goes to show that we are all Gods creatures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-2398368947694018650?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/2398368947694018650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=2398368947694018650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/2398368947694018650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/2398368947694018650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2009/07/clarity.html' title='Clarity!!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-8262008337669104757</id><published>2009-07-21T09:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T09:45:37.138-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Present Time</title><content type='html'>It's crazy how the mind wanders from you. To live in the present is very hard to do. I find myself thinking of everything, but also nothing at the same time. I can be thinking of yesterday events, and then come back to today's within seconds.&lt;br /&gt;The mind and the brain is an excellent machine.&lt;br /&gt;God has created us well. Hasn't he.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-8262008337669104757?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/8262008337669104757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=8262008337669104757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/8262008337669104757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/8262008337669104757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2009/07/present-time.html' title='Present Time'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-608254794063879578</id><published>2009-07-14T20:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:21:16.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Party!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/Sl0gHanzVUI/AAAAAAAAARM/SjziDnosWWc/s1600-h/Roz+and+Ryott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358474443418195266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/Sl0gHanzVUI/AAAAAAAAARM/SjziDnosWWc/s320/Roz+and+Ryott.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      Ryott and Roz with there BBF shirts&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/Sl0e8-NuSMI/AAAAAAAAARE/bSuF6v5gTaE/s1600-h/Roz+9th+b-day+party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358473164482300098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/Sl0e8-NuSMI/AAAAAAAAARE/bSuF6v5gTaE/s320/Roz+9th+b-day+party.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   left to right top: Maggy, Ryott, Isis&lt;br /&gt;                                                      bottom : Rozalynn, and Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Rozalynn Birthday was last Friday. Here is a picture of the group of girls that came and helped us celebrate her birthday. We all had lots of fun. We started by eatting than we went to the pool in Ft. Atkinson. Then all the girls came back and had the birthday cookie. Yup! birthday cookie. Roz didn't want cake this year. So I found a big birthday cookie. Yummy!! The sleep over went well and all the girls were good! What fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-608254794063879578?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/608254794063879578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=608254794063879578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/608254794063879578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/608254794063879578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2009/07/party.html' title='Party!!!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/Sl0gHanzVUI/AAAAAAAAARM/SjziDnosWWc/s72-c/Roz+and+Ryott.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-6072856568836950528</id><published>2009-07-08T20:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:01:22.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebration!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SlU-rN7xNCI/AAAAAAAAAPs/AwF0i93pK0M/s1600-h/securedownload"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356256244022719522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SlU-rN7xNCI/AAAAAAAAAPs/AwF0i93pK0M/s320/securedownload" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          Roz in her birthday present from Amy, Cali, and Lexi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rozalynn's&lt;/span&gt; 9&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday is on Friday, but we celebrated a little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;early&lt;/span&gt;. We have alot of birthday feastivities going on. Some of our family is going camping. Rhonda through a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; party for all the girls in the family. Well the ones that lived close. Some of our girls live in other states. Thank you so much Rhonda for hosting a wonderful party. Roz wanted to put on her fairy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;costume&lt;/span&gt; on when we got home. Not much else has been going on. So I will have to write more another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-6072856568836950528?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/6072856568836950528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=6072856568836950528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/6072856568836950528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/6072856568836950528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2009/07/celebration.html' title='Celebration!!!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SlU-rN7xNCI/AAAAAAAAAPs/AwF0i93pK0M/s72-c/securedownload' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-5143672269276179100</id><published>2009-06-18T18:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T18:48:41.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New House!!</title><content type='html'>For all that don't know we moved!! Rick and I purchased our first home at the end of May. I started painting right after we closed on the house. Than we started moving in everything the next day! We had a great crew of friends and family that helped us. Thank you to all of them. We are pretty much settled in and it's feeling like home. I am sorry that I haven't posted any pictures yet. Since we moved I haven't located my camera yet. It's around somewhere. And I haven't found my cord to my phone that hooks to the computer. They are some where together. So when I hunt those down I will posted some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick and I have been busy. Sorry I haven't posted anything lately. Moving, graduations, and working has been keeping us busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;congratulations&lt;/span&gt; to our graduates this year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Nephew Jarad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Niece Kristine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Our Cousin Nate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAY TO GO!! WE ARE SO PROUD OF ALL OF YOU!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-5143672269276179100?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/5143672269276179100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=5143672269276179100' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/5143672269276179100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/5143672269276179100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-house.html' title='New House!!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-9065156203943600099</id><published>2009-05-15T15:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T15:19:10.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Approved!!!</title><content type='html'>Rick and I found out last night that we were approved for our home loan! We are very excited.&lt;br /&gt;Next week we will find out if the assessment went okay. So if everything goes according to plan we should be closing on May 29&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. Rick and I will be first time home buyers! So that means at of boxes... That part I'm not so excited for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was great! We are graduates of the First Citizen's Academy. I made it though my speech without fainting, jumbling over my words, or spitting all over the place.  Which is good. By the time it was done I was starving. I didn't eat anything because of my nerves. Listening to everyone speeches and stories of the last 8 weeks was great. I would encourage anyone to do this. It truly was an awesome experience. So if they offer it in your community &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; sign up for it. You won't reget it. It's a lot of fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-9065156203943600099?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/9065156203943600099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=9065156203943600099' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/9065156203943600099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/9065156203943600099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2009/05/approved.html' title='Approved!!!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-5533891918099070808</id><published>2009-05-14T16:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T17:01:18.158-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Night</title><content type='html'>Well tonight is Rick, Llyle, and I graduation for the Milton Citizens Police Academy!&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we each have to give a speech before receiving whatever that you receive. I am so excited and nerves. So I have had my speech ready for a couple of weeks. I got all of the tweaks out. So here it goes for those of you unable to attend tonight's ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When my husband first approached me about the Citizen's Academy I must say I wasn't that interested in it. But I am sure glad he talked me into it. It has been a great eye opening experience for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never gave much thought &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to what a police officer has to go through on a day to day basis. Never thought about the training needed, the different types of people they have to encounter, nor about how much they have to know. To always be one step ahead of the game at all times! To always have the upper hand.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you were to ask me today was there anything you disliked about this course? I would say No! Nothing! I Loved it! I looked forward to each and every week. To learn something new was fun and exciting!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is so much that I learned. I don't know where to begin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The defensive tactics training was great learning experience. We only got a two hour glimpse, but what a work out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Traffic stop week. I learned a very big lesson this week. How and why a police officer stands and positions themselves the way they do. During this exercise I was shot; luckily it was only a toy nerf gun. I positioned myself wrong on my routine traffic stop. You normally wouldn't think that standing 2 inches closer would make a difference, but when you are a police officer it does. It could mean life or death.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Domestic violence- it truly can be a silent killer. Thank you to the YMCA  for all there help, support, and work that they do for the Rock County area.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Driving a police car - What fun! I could not image having to drive in a high speed chase. I could hardly go through some of the course at 20 mph.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shooting guns - For me this was my first time ever touching, holding, and shooting a gun. Thank you to Lt. Smith and Officer Chesmore for showing me the safeties of this. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My ride along with Officer Spangler. I really enjoyed. Even though the town was quite I got to know one of our finest. I think that Officer Spangler is a great addition to our police force. It's comforting to know that  we have someone so passionate about their job and career choice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To intern Dillion I just want to wish you all the luck in the future. You will make a great police officer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you to all that put this program together.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you Chief, Lt. Smith, Lt. Conkel, Officer Chesmore, and the rest of the Milton Police Force for all that you do for the Citizens' of Milton.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am truly honored to have met all of you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't say Thank you enough for this program and this life lesson.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is. I hope you enjoyed. Talk to you all soon.&lt;br /&gt;On another note - no news on the house yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-5533891918099070808?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/5533891918099070808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=5533891918099070808' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/5533891918099070808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/5533891918099070808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2009/05/graduation-night.html' title='Graduation Night'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-1246182537566477472</id><published>2009-05-05T08:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T09:11:03.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Week!</title><content type='html'>Well this weekend is Keanul and Roz dance recital. This week my plate is full between working and working at JPAC. Last night was my only night of rest. As long as I can get though this week it should be all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick and I sighed up a few weeks ago for the Milton Citizen Police Academy. Llyle is in it as well. It is an 8 week program. Each week we have been learning something new about what it takes to be a police officer. From defensive tactics to driving a police car. It has been great fun, and it's has been such a learning lesson. We only have one more week left. This week we will be visiting the Rock County jail and the 911 center. Next week is a graduation. At graduation we have to write a speech and give it at the graduation. I am not looking forward in speaking in front of a crowd. I have my speech almost done. Just need some fine tuning. I have already read it to Rick and Keanul. Rick was surprised I have a speech made out already. I need to set an example to Keanul. He always does things last minute. I guess Rick is a last minute person too! No surprise yeah! lol. Must be a guy thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick and I have found a house and have gotten an accepted offer. It is here in Milton not far from our current residents. Now we have to wait for the bank. So much is changing on a day to day base on the bank requirements. We are praying that we can get it. So wish us luck and throw out a few prays. We should hear something hopeful next week sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that all I have for now. Hope you all have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-1246182537566477472?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/1246182537566477472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=1246182537566477472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/1246182537566477472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/1246182537566477472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2009/05/crazy-week.html' title='Crazy Week!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-9142178548307070378</id><published>2009-03-27T09:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:12:25.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know " Where have you Been?!"</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry that I haven't not been a very good blogger. I have been busy with things. Running the kids around and working. Not to much new though. Rick and I are trying to quit smoking. We started to take Chantix last week. So hopeful this will work. We have been looking at houses for the past few weeks. Alot of potentials, but haven't found the one yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dance season is almost over. It ends at the end of April. Rozalynn and Keanul's dance recitals will be May 9th. The bad news is that Roz's is at 10 am and Keanul's is at 3pm. So I am volunteering more so I can get as many free tickets as I can. That will help out the family coming. So maybe they only have to pay for one show instead of 2 shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday everyone and will try to talk soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-9142178548307070378?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/9142178548307070378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=9142178548307070378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/9142178548307070378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/9142178548307070378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-know-where-have-you-been.html' title='I Know &quot; Where have you Been?!&quot;'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-8674675294287882053</id><published>2009-01-07T10:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T11:15:21.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Already!</title><content type='html'>The beginning of the week seemed to fly bye. So much for living in the moment. That is one of my New Year's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;resolutions&lt;/span&gt;. I think sometimes I just get caught up in my thoughts. I need to start living in the present and in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Mom's Birthday. Happy Birthday to a very special lady in my life. I had a lovely lunch with her. We have been very blessed to have her another year with us. And I can't wait for the next B-Day! Each day is a blessing. I am greatful to God to have been apart of this truly wonderful, kind hearted, loving, nurturing, friend, and mother. She is truly one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Jeani. I love you. I hope that you had a wonderful birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-8674675294287882053?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/8674675294287882053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=8674675294287882053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/8674675294287882053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/8674675294287882053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2009/01/wednesday-already.html' title='Wednesday Already!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-4679588293087955588</id><published>2009-01-05T16:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:14:31.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Monday</title><content type='html'>I hope that everyone had a great New Years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's back to work and the kids are back to school. Roz stated last night she was ready to go back to school. Keanul on the other hand not so excited. Isn't it great how your children have different out look and opinions on the same subjects. Rick is on second shift this week and I think for a few weeks. Which will leave alot of the running at night for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that about all for me today. Need to go and pick up Roz at school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-4679588293087955588?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/4679588293087955588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=4679588293087955588' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/4679588293087955588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/4679588293087955588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-another-monday.html' title='Just Another Monday'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-6194920896858972192</id><published>2008-12-30T20:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T21:00:35.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Safe and Happy New Year's</title><content type='html'>Well Christmas is done and over with. It seems to come so fast and leaves just as fast. I think the kids got all they wanted for this Christmas and more. Rozalynn got her Bratz dolls and Keanul got his coat that he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Eve is tomorrow. I can't believe the year is almost done. Crazy! the years seem to fly bye when you get older. More than likely I will be in bed before mid-night. Rick and I don't go out on New Year's Eve too many drunk drivers for us. It safe just to stay at home. So all you brave partyers please be careful and get a designated driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to say Happy Birthday to a very special Uncle/Brother in law, Mark. I hope that you had a wonderful B-day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-6194920896858972192?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/6194920896858972192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=6194920896858972192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/6194920896858972192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/6194920896858972192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2008/12/safe-and-happy-new-years.html' title='Safe and Happy New Year&apos;s'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-7255657914187726768</id><published>2008-12-22T14:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T15:08:06.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Salvation Army!</title><content type='html'>Well we have most of are Christmas shopping done. We just have a few gifts for Roz than we are done. Thank you Jesus. The only bad thing about last minute shopping are the last minute shoppers. Where is the Christmas joy? the Christmas spirit? Why are some people so rude, impatient, and unkind. Is this what Christmas is truly about now. No giving, kindness, and joyfulness. What has happen to it all. Have we became a society of greed, and whats in it for me people? I pray that we have not. This is a joyful time of the year for this is when our savior has been born. The true meaning of Christmas, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I think God answered this question last week for me. Rick and I went to Wal-Mart for wind shield wipers, and as every year the Salvation Army volunteers were out. For that night the youth hockey team were out singing and ringing their bells so proudly. Every time someone put money in the bucket they would hoot and hauler! They were such alively bunch of boys. Dedicating there time to help for such a great cause. You couldn't walk away without laughter or a smile. There is Christmas spirit, kindness, and joyfulness. It's right in front for us. We don't have to look very hard for it. God shows us when we need to see it, and reminds us when we need to remember. Isn't he awesome. Thank you God for the reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-7255657914187726768?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/7255657914187726768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=7255657914187726768' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/7255657914187726768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/7255657914187726768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2008/12/salvation-army.html' title='Salvation Army!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-5156593953438983597</id><published>2008-12-10T12:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:43:06.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Plans</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday the kids got there snow day. As I stayed in my pajama until noon. It was nice. We got a lot done. Keanul did the dishes, and Roz and I cleaned and straighten up her room. That was a chore all in it's own. The kids probably wished they had school. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I plan to do nothing. Well some running around. I'm going to return the Christmas lights that I got last night. Half of them worked and the other half didn't. Which sucked. I didn't get the Christmas tree done yet. But it's up. So, I'm going in the right direction. Than I'm going out to lunch with my mother and sister to discuss our Christmas plans. Which should be fun. That's all I got going on today. A nice light schedule. Just trying to keep it simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-5156593953438983597?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/5156593953438983597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=5156593953438983597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/5156593953438983597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/5156593953438983597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2008/12/simple-plans.html' title='Simple Plans'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-2961298829660493748</id><published>2008-12-08T23:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:29:50.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day!</title><content type='html'>I think tomorrow might be the first snow day. Keanul is praying that it is. All the after school activities were cancelled tonight. Seeing how it is raining right now. Soon the snow will be coming. Which is not the best driving weather. So I am greatful I don't have to work tomorrow. But that's Wisconsin weather for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family and I went down to Grandmas' house for supper. She made a wonderful roast for supper. For most of you that know Jeani this is a great accomplishment for her. She doesn't cook much. I'm so proud of her. Way to go Mom! Love you. Mom and I watched some old home videos. Which is fun to do. It's almost like finding an old roll of film that you forgot to develop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-2961298829660493748?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/2961298829660493748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=2961298829660493748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/2961298829660493748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/2961298829660493748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-4064555532399153339</id><published>2008-12-07T05:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T06:17:17.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold!!! BURRRRR!!!</title><content type='html'>It is so cold this morning. I think it's about 2 degrees on this peaceful Sunday morning. I'm up early. Got to go to work. When I took Emily out this morning; she didn't want to stay out there long. She did her business and it's time to go back in.&lt;br /&gt;Last night was Rick's work Christmas party. We had a great time. Rick seems to really get along well with his coworkers, but why won't he. He is a very likeable guy. This is are 9th Christmas party with Jones Dairy. Every year seems to be getting better. Maybe it is that I am getting to know the people better. For those that know me; I can be quite a talker. For those that I don't know very well; I can be very shy. I am not good at striking a conversation like my hubby. Rick can strike a conversation with almost anybody. That's one of his great qualities that I love about him.&lt;br /&gt;Well got to go to work now.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-4064555532399153339?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/4064555532399153339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=4064555532399153339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/4064555532399153339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/4064555532399153339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2008/12/cold-burrrrr.html' title='Cold!!! BURRRRR!!!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-7827978174534293767</id><published>2008-12-02T09:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:50:44.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Season</title><content type='html'>Lots of snow here. It must be Christmas season. I still haven't put up the Christmas tree yet. I think I will do that this weekend. Rick's work Christmas party is this Saturday. This year we will be going to the Fireside in Ft. Atkinson. The downside to that is I don't think we get to see a show. They have a great theater there. I love seeing plays. But maybe another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keanul's wrestling practices he say are long and hard. They are more of a work out than football practices. Practice starts at 2:45 and end at 6:00. Talk about a work out. Makes me tired just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad thing about the winter season is the cold season. Rozalynn is just getting over her cold. Rick started his cold on Sunday, and now Keanul is sick to day. I pray that I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope everyone has a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-7827978174534293767?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/7827978174534293767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=7827978174534293767' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/7827978174534293767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/7827978174534293767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-season.html' title='The Christmas Season'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-4065069849847983178</id><published>2008-11-20T08:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T09:00:06.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope on a Tightrope</title><content type='html'>I have been reading this book " Hope on a Tightrope." I must say it's very good. The brilliant man that wrote this is a Harvard professor. He graduated from Harvard and Princeton. I find him to be a fascinating and intriguing man, and a lot of wisdom. His name is Cornel West. He talks about a variety of things.. like faith, family, courage, philosophy, and much more. I'll give you a few paragraph that he wrote in the chapter Courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It takes courage to interrogate yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It takes courage to look in the mirror and see past your reflection to who you really are when you take off the mask, when you're not performing the same old routines and social roles. It takes courage to ask -- how did I become so well-adjusted to injustice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It takes courage to cut againt the grain and become nonconformist. It takes courage to wake up and stay awake instead of engaging in complacent slumber. It takes courage to shatter comformity and cowardice. The courage to love truth is one of the preconditions to thinking critically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of oneself is based on a particular kind of courage in which you hold truth, wisdom, and honesty in high esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm not done with this book yet, but what I have read is inspiring to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-4065069849847983178?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/4065069849847983178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=4065069849847983178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/4065069849847983178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/4065069849847983178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2008/11/hope-on-tightrope.html' title='Hope on a Tightrope'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-596532020023583410</id><published>2008-11-19T16:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:41:04.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Have We Been Up To?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I know I haven't been a good blogger lately. I have been so busy lately with kids and work. So what have we been up to the last few months? Where do I begin! Let's see. The dance season has started, and I am working at the dance studio on Monday nights. Rozalynn is in tap and hip-hop this year. Keanul has decided to take dance this year too. He is in jazz and hip-hop. Hence the reason I'm working at the dance studio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Football season is done with. The freshman team did great this year. They had a 7 and 0 season. Wrestling season had started though. Done with one, but another starts. Keanul has a girlfriend. Her name is Chelsea. She is a very nice girl. Her parents are great people. They went to homecoming toether in October.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SSSGDv-WdQI/AAAAAAAAALc/v1KVE5CD0mI/s1600-h/DSC00186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270484862906037506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SSSGDv-WdQI/AAAAAAAAALc/v1KVE5CD0mI/s320/DSC00186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Keanul and Chelsea at Rotary Gardens. Doen't he look so grown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Too bad they can't stay babies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  It's hard to believe I only have a few years left before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  he goes off into the world on his own!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-596532020023583410?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/596532020023583410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=596532020023583410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/596532020023583410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/596532020023583410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-have-we-been-up-to.html' title='What Have We Been Up To?'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SSSGDv-WdQI/AAAAAAAAALc/v1KVE5CD0mI/s72-c/DSC00186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-5202441319647731173</id><published>2008-09-11T10:04:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:28:36.997-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fun Tuesday Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SMkpuif-LDI/AAAAAAAAALE/iSVqDGTAGAI/s1600-h/DSC00178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244769120561278002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SMkpuif-LDI/AAAAAAAAALE/iSVqDGTAGAI/s320/DSC00178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SMknLyb346I/AAAAAAAAAK8/Ud7HizQmJSQ/s1600-h/DSC00176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244766324520379298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SMknLyb346I/AAAAAAAAAK8/Ud7HizQmJSQ/s320/DSC00176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Brewers game!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SMkqDVs8EII/AAAAAAAAALM/uUaOt7zytzs/s1600-h/DSC00183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244769477903257730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SMkqDVs8EII/AAAAAAAAALM/uUaOt7zytzs/s320/DSC00183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SMkmwwokiCI/AAAAAAAAAK0/on0K8Xx7BWQ/s1600-h/DSC00184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244765860180297762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SMkmwwokiCI/AAAAAAAAAK0/on0K8Xx7BWQ/s320/DSC00184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roz was super excited! Keanul was happy to get out of football practice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see we had pretty good sit. We sat 10 rows up from 1st base. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to know the guys that sat around me. You know the ones that go to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every home game. The season ticket holders. They were a great group of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guys. Needless to say we didn't get a fowl ball. There's alway next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-5202441319647731173?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/5202441319647731173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=5202441319647731173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/5202441319647731173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/5202441319647731173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2008/09/fun-tuesday-night.html' title='A Fun Tuesday Night'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SMkpuif-LDI/AAAAAAAAALE/iSVqDGTAGAI/s72-c/DSC00178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-2842020350245472270</id><published>2008-09-02T19:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:30:45.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SL3TZ8dqIrI/AAAAAAAAAKM/NbxysgCgs9g/s1600-h/DSC00174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241577984009839282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SL3TZ8dqIrI/AAAAAAAAAKM/NbxysgCgs9g/s320/DSC00174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SL3TZ8dqIrI/AAAAAAAAAKM/NbxysgCgs9g/s1600-h/DSC00174.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's Miss Rozalynn on the first day of 3rd grade. First days are always nerve racking, exciting, and joyful all in one. Don't you think? I will have to get Keanul's picture on later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I started my morning by getting the kids up and going. I got to drop off Keanul at school. I can't believe my baby boy is in high school now. I could tell he was a bit nervous this morning as he is arguing with me regarding his football gear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are conversation went like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                                           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Where should I put this?""Is going to fit into my locker?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" I don't know Keanul!" "Why don't you run it into your gym locker!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" What go to gym locker! Don't I need to be in homeroom!"" I'm going to be late!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" I don't know Keanul... We are here early. The first bell hasn't rang yet."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Well what should I do!" "Can you just run it up later?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                                                                    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                                                                      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How hard is it to run to the gym locker room. I guess Mom has nothing else to do except run around for him! Jeez!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as I drive away told him "no" he's a big boy now, and that he can take all his stuff with him. Needless to say I didn't get a good bye kiss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                                                                        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                                                                        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rozalynn starts school about an hour after Keanul. She was pleasant to get up and ready. This year she walk off on her own. Not needing Dad and I to walk her in or to her room line. She's getting big on us as well. But she gave us big hugs and kiss before she went off to play with friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-2842020350245472270?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/2842020350245472270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=2842020350245472270' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/2842020350245472270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/2842020350245472270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SL3TZ8dqIrI/AAAAAAAAAKM/NbxysgCgs9g/s72-c/DSC00174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-700389929663978115</id><published>2008-08-20T10:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T11:07:57.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School!!</title><content type='html'>Well, As the summer wines down; school is just around the corner. The mad rush begins. School registration, school supplies, and school clothes! Just thinking about it is exhausting! Keanul is all signed up. Just need to go and register Roz today. Today we will be shopping for school supplies.  Just need some odds and ends for school clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with school starting so does football and dance. Then in a couple of months basketball and wrestling. Boy! the kids keep us busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I will be helping out at Rozalynn's dance school on Monday nights. It should be fun. Anything new is fun and exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a great day! That's my update for now. It's been a busy week so far, and it's only Wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-700389929663978115?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/700389929663978115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=700389929663978115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/700389929663978115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/700389929663978115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School!!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-7680847652257838743</id><published>2008-07-15T14:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T15:18:05.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rozy's Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>This past weekend we went to Wisconsin Dells. This was one of our presents to Roz. We stayed at the Great Wolf Lodge. If you have small children I highly recommend this resort. But it's also great for all ages. They had a great life guard staff.  Most of the pools are kid friendly, and the water slides are so much fun. The depth of most of the pools are 4ft. or less. With the exception of the wave pool. The kids had a blast, and so did Rick and I. Roz invited 3 friends Hanna, Ryott, and Isis. They were so much fun and pleasant to have. The girls were so well behaved, and got along with each other, it was great. It's something we look forward to doing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SHzyVb-U1QI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/fHOp1eKrosU/s1600-h/DSC00145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223316117943276802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SHzyVb-U1QI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/fHOp1eKrosU/s320/DSC00145.JPG" width="474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              from left to right: Isis, Roz, Hanna, and Ryott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SHzyVn--IwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/pe_8YlXU9Zc/s1600-h/DSC00156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223316121167209218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SHzyVn--IwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/pe_8YlXU9Zc/s320/DSC00156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           This is the cool clock in the lobby area of the hotel.                                       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                    At 8pm the charactors become alive telling a story and singing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SHzyV9Vya_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/HWvn3XhtKyY/s1600-h/DSC00157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223316126900055026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SHzyV9Vya_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/HWvn3XhtKyY/s320/DSC00157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               The girls sitting and listening to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SHzyWaKPUII/AAAAAAAAAJo/_MAfKg6vW84/s1600-h/DSC00148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223316134636245122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SHzyWaKPUII/AAAAAAAAAJo/_MAfKg6vW84/s320/DSC00148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               Present time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-7680847652257838743?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/7680847652257838743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=7680847652257838743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/7680847652257838743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/7680847652257838743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2008/07/rozys-birthday-party.html' title='Rozy&apos;s Birthday Party'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SHzyVb-U1QI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/fHOp1eKrosU/s72-c/DSC00145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-8147977119844967532</id><published>2008-07-09T19:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:02:02.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'>July!!!</title><content type='html'>July is a great month. Summer at its peak. The smell a flowers, the sight of lighting bugs at night, and sweet watermelon to eat. Swimming, tanning/burning (ouch!), going for walks, and just enjoying the kids playing outside. July for us is another special month with special occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have been back to work since last week. So much for my plans for the summer. Well the beginning of July has been a little hot, but not to bad. I hope everyone has had a great 4th of July. Rick, Roz, and I went and watch the city fireworks. They were loud and beautiful. Keanul ditched us for his friends. Which I know there will more of that in the near future; seeing how he is a teenager!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time about 8 years ago I was waiting with anticipation. On July 10th of 2000 my beautiful baby girl was born. It's hard to believe that she is going to be 8. The years are just going by. It feels like yesterday I was waiting for Rick to come back home from work. So he could drive me to the hospital. I remember my friend Molly and my lovely mother in law, Jeani, sitting with me until Rick got home. We all just sat, laughed, and had fun. Rick was such a trooper while I was in labor. I think he went got the nurse like 50 times for me.  Thanks Rick for being there with me. Love you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 28th another great day! This is my awesome sister Rhonda's birthday. She is the best! Thanks so much Rhonda for being there for us. You are the greatest person I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leaves me to one of the most happiest days of my life. July 31st! This is Rick and I wedding anniversary. We got married at Rotary Gardens in Janesville in the evening. It was beautiful and magical day for me. I truly married my sole mate and best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how lucky I am to be so blessed with a great family! Thank you, Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-8147977119844967532?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/8147977119844967532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=8147977119844967532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/8147977119844967532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/8147977119844967532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2008/07/july.html' title='July!!!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-1003128095480082890</id><published>2008-06-30T12:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T12:51:38.564-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun</title><content type='html'>Well not much going on. On Saturday I took Rozalynn and one of her friends swimming. Rozy's friends spent the night, and we had a fun day. I can't believe how much little girls talk. It's like a never ending conversation. The giggling is infectious. They do such silly stuff. Oh to be young again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-1003128095480082890?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/1003128095480082890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=1003128095480082890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/1003128095480082890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/1003128095480082890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-fun.html' title='Summer Fun'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-5741282617354252375</id><published>2008-06-24T23:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T23:34:56.312-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lay-Off</title><content type='html'>Well this is the first week of being off of work. I'm think it's going to be awhile before going back to work. Seeing how we got to wait for the water to reseed before the big clean. Not only that we got to wait for the sewer line too. There's so much water that the sewer is also backed up. The city of Jefferson said it will be a good three weeks before that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on a better note; I'll enjoy my time off and spend it with the family. Keanul is involved with alot so far this summer. He has weight training, speed camp, baseball, and he's working on the weekends. I can't believe he's going to be a freshman in high school this fall. Rozalynn is taking it a bit easy this summer. She went on vacation with Rick's parents. She left on Friday and will be back tomorrow. I miss her. Rick and I drove up to Lodi on Sunday to visit for the afternoon. That is where they rented a house for the week. It's a beautiful house on Lake Wisconsin. With a great view of the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think I'm going to close for tonight. It's bedtime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-5741282617354252375?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/5741282617354252375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=5741282617354252375' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/5741282617354252375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/5741282617354252375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2008/06/lay-off.html' title='The Lay-Off'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-3792741906478861210</id><published>2008-06-19T17:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T19:52:30.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Water, Water, Water!!</title><content type='html'>Almost two weeks ago we had record rain falls in Southern Wisconsin causing the rivers to flood.&lt;br /&gt;Unforturnatly the company I work for is located by Rock River in Jefferson Wisconsin. Which is flooded! It's been a crazy two weeks. Here's a few pictures of the Tyson Plant in Jefferson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SFrrHxHOREI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/a3zjUcl9r0s/s1600-h/cd+151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213738037310014530" style="WIDTH: 406px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SFrrHxHOREI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/a3zjUcl9r0s/s320/cd+151.jpg" width="445" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     This is the front entrance to the plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SFrrIQ5HD7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/X8aYhcLm5CA/s1600-h/cd+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213738045840756658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SFrrIQ5HD7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/X8aYhcLm5CA/s320/cd+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SFrrI74RIQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/WYkwTAzYORg/s1600-h/cd+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213738057379946754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SFrrI74RIQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/WYkwTAzYORg/s320/cd+149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SFrrJDDC_hI/AAAAAAAAAIo/-Rr9f3515OY/s1600-h/cd+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213738059304205842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SFrrJDDC_hI/AAAAAAAAAIo/-Rr9f3515OY/s320/cd+129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SFrrJSeh_mI/AAAAAAAAAIw/4yBDbk_EFS4/s1600-h/cd+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213738063446015586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SFrrJSeh_mI/AAAAAAAAAIw/4yBDbk_EFS4/s320/cd+112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-3792741906478861210?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/3792741906478861210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=3792741906478861210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/3792741906478861210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/3792741906478861210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2008/06/water-water-water.html' title='Water, Water, Water!!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SFrrHxHOREI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/a3zjUcl9r0s/s72-c/cd+151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-5317722125668743271</id><published>2008-05-30T16:48:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T17:36:03.184-04:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the Dance Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SEBoX3kmiKI/AAAAAAAAAIA/bSnrFJSVznY/s1600-h/DSC00115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206275928504043682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SEBoX3kmiKI/AAAAAAAAAIA/bSnrFJSVznY/s320/DSC00115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SEBoPXkmiJI/AAAAAAAAAH4/XoV6hJksCUo/s1600-h/DSC00120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206275782475155602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SEBoPXkmiJI/AAAAAAAAAH4/XoV6hJksCUo/s320/DSC00120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the end of each year for dance we go to a near by nursing home. It's a practice run for all the little ones before the big recital. Rozalynn enjoys going. I can tell on the resident's faces they enjoy it as well. The first picture is Roz in her jazz outfit and the second is her tap. The songs this year is Disney Afternoon and ScoobyDoo. What fun! Rozy's dance recital is tonight. Don't have much time to blog right now. Need to feed Roz and do hair and make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-5317722125668743271?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/5317722125668743271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=5317722125668743271' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/5317722125668743271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/5317722125668743271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2008/05/end-of-dance-season.html' title='End of the Dance Season'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/SEBoX3kmiKI/AAAAAAAAAIA/bSnrFJSVznY/s72-c/DSC00115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-2860151596393901792</id><published>2008-05-07T10:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T10:23:58.002-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Your Fork!</title><content type='html'>My husband got this email from a friend at work, and I thought I would share. I found it very good and inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So as she was getting her things 'in order,' she contacted her Pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes. She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in. Everything was in order and the Pastor was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.&lt;br /&gt;'There's one more thing,' she said excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;'What's that?' came the Pastor's reply.&lt;br /&gt;'This is very important,' the young woman continued.&lt;br /&gt;'I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand."&lt;br /&gt;The Pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what to say.&lt;br /&gt;"That surprises you, doesn't it?" the young woman asked.&lt;br /&gt;'Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request,' said the Pastor.&lt;br /&gt;The young woman explained. 'My grandmother once told me this story, and from that time on I have always tried to pass along its message to those I love and those who are in need of encouragement. In all my years of attending socials and dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep your fork.' It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming...like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance!&lt;br /&gt;'So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder 'What's with the fork?'&lt;br /&gt; Then I want you to tell them: "Keep your fork the best is yet to come!"&lt;br /&gt;The Pastor's eyes we filled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman good-bye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience and knowledge. She KNEW that something better was coming. At the funeral people were walking by the young woman's casket and they saw the cloak she was wearing and the fork placed in her right hand. Over and over, the Pastor heard the question, 'What's with the fork?' And over and over he smiled. During his message, the Pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the young woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her. He told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either. He was right. So the next time you reach down for your fork let it remind you, ever so gently, that the best is yet to come. Show your friends how much you care. Remember to always be there for them, even when you need them more. For you never know when it may be their time to 'Keep your fork.' Cherish the time you have, and the memories you share . being friends with someone is not an opportunity but a sweet responsibility. &lt;br /&gt;"And keep your fork"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-2860151596393901792?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/2860151596393901792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=2860151596393901792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/2860151596393901792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/2860151596393901792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2008/05/keep-your-fork.html' title='Keep Your Fork!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-8064844919819128926</id><published>2008-03-31T09:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T10:17:40.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On to New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>All last week my family and I have been helping my mom and dad move. They bought a new house. So today I am pooped from all the cleaning and the painting. Today is going to be a relaxing day for me. No work! well maybe some laundry.&lt;br /&gt;As I was cleaning up the old apartment that my mom lived in for 20 years. It was a little bit sad  to see it go. I lived there throughout my teenage years. Lots of good and some bad memories. As we cleaned out the attic on Saturday. I was like a kid in a candy shop. Found lots of old letters from friends, pictures, and an old passport from when I was 11 years old. I also found an old diary from when I was a 11 as well. It was fun looking in on the past. Remembering stuff that I have forgotten throughout the years.&lt;br /&gt;As I read though my diary I was thinking to myself. Boy! my kids have  so much of a different life then what I had as child. For the better of course. But, I also didn't need my diary to tell me that either.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of my mom though. She finally moved out of her tiny little apartment into a pretty spacious house. Finally no more bumping into people when visiting mom's house for holidays. I know we try to be a close family, but not that close. Seeing how her apartment size was probably 700 square feet. Hence the word tiny. Way to go Mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-8064844919819128926?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/8064844919819128926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=8064844919819128926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/8064844919819128926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/8064844919819128926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2008/03/on-to-new-beginnings.html' title='On to New Beginnings'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-4389108126407334028</id><published>2008-03-18T16:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T16:53:51.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/R-AjIyw-Q0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/-HiLneuQz6E/s1600-h/DSC00084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179178205449175874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/R-AjIyw-Q0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/-HiLneuQz6E/s320/DSC00084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             Wrestling season is done. Keanul came in 3rd place at&lt;br /&gt;                                             his confrence meet. Which is pretty good for your first&lt;br /&gt;                                             year.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/R-Ai1Sw-QzI/AAAAAAAAAHo/y8219_U6sVs/s1600-h/DSC00046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179177870441726770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/R-Ai1Sw-QzI/AAAAAAAAAHo/y8219_U6sVs/s320/DSC00046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                Basketball season is done. Until next year!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179177509664473890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/R-AigSw-QyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/PLppx2sWSHI/s320/DSC00044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well I know I haven't blog in like forever. Well what have I been doing? Time just seems to be passing me by so fast. The only thing Roz has going right now is dance. That will end at the end of May. Today is my nephew Joel's birthday! Happy B-Day Joel. I have been engulfed in work and running around. When I'm not working I'm trying to find some me time. I guess that is sometimes hard to do when your a working mom huh! The balancing act. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have some good news Rick has taken a different position at work. He will be the vacation replacement supervisor. Which means he will be on 1st shift most of time. He took this position 2 weeks ago. So now he can join the day of the living instead of night of the living. It's been great so far. You know he's been on 3rd shift for 10 years. It takes time getting use to him being around in the evening, and sharing the bed. He seems to like working on first shift; so that's all that matters. Well that is all for today. I need to finish cooking supper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~ Three things will last forever--faith, hope, and love-- and the greatest of these is love. ~           &lt;em&gt;I CORINTHIANS 13&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-4389108126407334028?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/4389108126407334028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=4389108126407334028' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/4389108126407334028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/4389108126407334028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2008/03/wrestling-season-is-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/R-AjIyw-Q0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/-HiLneuQz6E/s72-c/DSC00084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-8016463099102611697</id><published>2008-02-08T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T23:32:43.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Year of the Rat</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday was Keanul's birthday!! Happy 14th!! Keanul and I hung out together most of the day. Which was nice. I enjoyed it greatly. We all went for breakfast, and then Keanul and I went to the mall. Keanul chose a place for the 4 of us to have supper. I hope he enjoyed his day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also Chinese New Years. It is the year of the rat. Those born in the rat years tend to be leaders, passionate, charismatic, practical, and hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Chinese New Year celebrations people wear red clothes, decorate with poems on red paper, and give children "lucky money" in red envelopes. Red symbolizes fire. Which according to legend can drive away bad luck. The fireworks that shower ther festivities are rooted in a similar ancient custom. Long ago, people in China lit bamboo stalks, believing that the crakling flames would frighten evil spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese months are reckoned by the lunar calendar, with each month beginning on the darkest day. New Year festivities traditionally start on the first day of the month and continue until the fifteenth, when the moon is brightest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years Eve and New Years Day are celebrated as a family affair, a time of reunion and thanksgiving. The celebration was traditionally highlighted with a religious ceremony given in honor of Heaven and Earth, the gods of the household and the family ancestors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is alittle of my family history. My mother is from Taiwan which celebrates this holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-8016463099102611697?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/8016463099102611697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=8016463099102611697' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/8016463099102611697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/8016463099102611697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2008/02/year-of-rat.html' title='Year of the Rat'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-7923998852834098720</id><published>2008-02-04T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T22:41:29.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Ready for Some Basketball</title><content type='html'>Tonight Roz's team took on the 2nd grade boys' basketball team. It was fun. At the begining of the game everyone was charged up and ready to go. Along with some giggling of course. Both teams had loads of energy. As the game went on they all started to fizzle. Roz has learned some new moves. The fake pass, but it only worked a couple of times. Then the boys started to catch on. Roz had 8 rebounds and 3 baskets. She held her own. The girls lost by 2 baskets. But they did pretty darn good againt those boys. The main thing she had loads of fun! So lets just say; as soon as her head hit the pillow. She was out cold!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-7923998852834098720?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/7923998852834098720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=7923998852834098720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/7923998852834098720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/7923998852834098720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2008/02/are-you-ready-for-some-basketball.html' title='Are You Ready for Some Basketball'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-6917951102029149486</id><published>2008-02-03T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T10:09:40.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SuperBowl Sunday!</title><content type='html'>Happy Sunday everyone! This week we have lots of Birthdays. Yesterday was my sister in law Kyla's birthday, so Happy Birthday Kyla. I hope that you had a wonderful day. Today is my sept-father John's birthday. Happy Birthday Dad!! Roz and I will be going to my mother in laws for Kyla's b-day party and then have a nice quite evening at home. While Keanul and my hubby go shoot and then go to a Super Bowl party at the club. A little father and son bonding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I need to a union meeting. Yeah! Just how I wanted to spend my day off. With a bunch of people complaining about everything and anything. Our contract is up this year and the talks have been going on for a few weeks. So the meeting today is about what the company wants to offer. Which I'm sure is not much. So wish us lots of luck; because I know we are going to need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad it is Superbowl Sunday, because I'm sick of watching all the pre-game, pre-game, pre-game, slash pre-game game stuff. Even though I do not care about who wins or loses I'll still watch. I watching to see if they hit my numbers on the football pool I got into. So go go numbers...lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-6917951102029149486?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/6917951102029149486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=6917951102029149486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/6917951102029149486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/6917951102029149486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2008/02/superbowl-sunday.html' title='SuperBowl Sunday!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-3752843107340643798</id><published>2008-02-01T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T22:35:24.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Keanul Go!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/R6Pa4nhk7uI/AAAAAAAAAHI/sTSJ7VinOeA/s1600-h/DSC00063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162210264114065122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/R6Pa4nhk7uI/AAAAAAAAAHI/sTSJ7VinOeA/s320/DSC00063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/R6PayXhk7tI/AAAAAAAAAHA/njtW4BuzKcs/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162210156739882706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/R6PayXhk7tI/AAAAAAAAAHA/njtW4BuzKcs/s320/DSC00062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't been blogging! I have been too busy running around lately! With Roz's basketball and dance. Keanul has now joined wrestling this year. First year. It's been exciting so far. He's in a hard weight division, and most of these kids have been doing this for quite some time. So they have the advantge. But he's a fighter. It's amazing to me that all of a sudden he comes and says I signed up for wrestling. I find it great that he is not shy about trying new things. I admire him for this. He has great drive and determination when he wants to express it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keanul's birthday is next week. He's turning 14!! I know 14!! It seemed just like yesterday I was bring him home from the hospital. Feeling like most first time moms scared to bring your baby home, because you might kill him, because you don't know what the heck your doing! I remember going to the doctor almost every month with him thinking something was wrong. I'm glad I had a very understanding doctor, and good insurance. That he knew I was young and a first time mom. He was so tiny 6 lbs. 2oz. I'll never forget the first time holding him in my arms. Realizing that I was holding a little miracle from God in my arms. That he sent me the greatest gift ever. Plus one of the greatest life lessons as well. Being a mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-3752843107340643798?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/3752843107340643798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=3752843107340643798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/3752843107340643798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/3752843107340643798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2008/02/go-keanul-go.html' title='Go Keanul Go!!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/R6Pa4nhk7uI/AAAAAAAAAHI/sTSJ7VinOeA/s72-c/DSC00063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-8077350813722274925</id><published>2008-01-16T22:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T23:11:38.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/R47UrpQFvQI/AAAAAAAAAG4/D1qNU7amFUM/s1600-h/roz+tap+class+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156292469658598658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/R47UrpQFvQI/AAAAAAAAAG4/D1qNU7amFUM/s400/roz+tap+class+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/R47Uc5QFvPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/JrJ6RsD5_w0/s1600-h/roz+tap+class+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156292216255528178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/R47Uc5QFvPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/JrJ6RsD5_w0/s400/roz+tap+class+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/R47UTJQFvOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/q14utV-r35o/s1600-h/roz+tap+class.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156292048751803618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/R47UTJQFvOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/q14utV-r35o/s400/roz+tap+class.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well as most of you know Roz is in dance class. This year tap and jazz. She enjoys it a lot. About twice a year; we as parents are able to go into the dance studio to watch there growth. We also get to see some of there dance that they will be performing at their recital. The dance school that we send Roz to believe that the kids will do better if the parents are not watching all the time. It's a turn from any other kind of sport. Where the parents can sit on the sidelines at practices. Yelling at the kids that they are not paying attention or trying hard enough. I do find it more relaxing and I'm sure Rozalynn does too. These are some pictures that I took tonight. Roz is the girl in the pink. Not the greatest pics, but I took them from my phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-8077350813722274925?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/8077350813722274925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=8077350813722274925' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/8077350813722274925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/8077350813722274925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2008/01/dance-class.html' title='Dance Class'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/R47UrpQFvQI/AAAAAAAAAG4/D1qNU7amFUM/s72-c/roz+tap+class+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-443524743380260986</id><published>2008-01-10T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T09:02:31.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids</title><content type='html'>How come when you have small kids the house never seems to stay clean? What's up with that. I feel sometimes that all we do is clean the house. Then when you done cleaning; all of a sudden out the corner of your eye you see a hand from under the couch. Darn dolls, or a sock here and a sock there. It can drive you mad. No wonder when I do laundry I can't match up all the socks. They have legs, and they walk off, and go hide. Because no one knows how they got under the sit cushions do they!&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm done venting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I haven't been up too much. Just working. yeh! Trianing a new guy at work. Keanul has joined wrestling. He seems to enjoy it. It's his first year; he thought he'd give it a go. He has been coming home from practice pretty pooped. I just hope he keeps his grades up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-443524743380260986?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/443524743380260986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=443524743380260986' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/443524743380260986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/443524743380260986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2008/01/kids.html' title='Kids'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-3046344944121136065</id><published>2008-01-09T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T16:02:02.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hope everyone had a great holiday season! Sorry I haven't blogged in awhile. Been busy working. Need to make up for the Christmas season. It's funny you work hard for the Christmas season and than work even harder after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one of my Christmas present that I got was Deanna Favre's book. It's a great read. There is a poem that I would like to share. It was written by Carol Wimmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say, "I am a Christian,"&lt;br /&gt;I'm not shouting, "I've been saved!"&lt;br /&gt;I'm whispering, "I got lost!&lt;br /&gt;That's why I chose this way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say, "I am a Christian,"&lt;br /&gt;I don't speak with human pride,&lt;br /&gt;I'm confessing that I stumble--&lt;br /&gt;needing God to be my guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say, "I am a Christian,"&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to be strong,&lt;br /&gt;I'm professing that I'm weak&lt;br /&gt;and pray for strength to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say, "I am a Christian,"&lt;br /&gt;I'm not bragging of success,&lt;br /&gt;I'm admitting that I've failed&lt;br /&gt;and cannot ever pay the debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say, "I am a Christian,"&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I know it all,&lt;br /&gt;I submit to my confusion,&lt;br /&gt;asking humbly to be taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say, "I am a Christian,"&lt;br /&gt;I'm not claiming to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;My flaws are far too visible,&lt;br /&gt;but God believes I'm worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say, "I am a Christian,"&lt;br /&gt;I still feel the sting of pain,&lt;br /&gt;I have my share of heartache,&lt;br /&gt;which is why I seek His name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say, "I am a Christian,"&lt;br /&gt;I do not wish to judge.&lt;br /&gt;I have no authority --&lt;br /&gt;I only know I'm loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-3046344944121136065?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/3046344944121136065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=3046344944121136065' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/3046344944121136065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/3046344944121136065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-hope-everyone-had-great-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-7947021506375315208</id><published>2007-12-24T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T11:53:30.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>As we speak my ham and turkey are cooking right now. So I have a sweet aroma of cherries and almonds in the air from the ham glaze. Soon it will be apples and walnuts. hmm Christmas dinner. Can't wait for the family to come to share good food, laughter, and good company. I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-7947021506375315208?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/7947021506375315208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=7947021506375315208' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/7947021506375315208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/7947021506375315208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-2768015227421060413</id><published>2007-12-21T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T09:53:17.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Music On Christmas Morning</title><content type='html'>This something I found in my women's bible. A song that was written by Anne Bronte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music I love - but ne'er a strain&lt;br /&gt;Could kindle raptures so divine,&lt;br /&gt;So grief assuage, so conquer pain,&lt;br /&gt;And rouse this pensive heart of mine;&lt;br /&gt;As that we hear on Christmas morn,&lt;br /&gt;upon the wintery breezes borne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To greet with joy the glorious morn,&lt;br /&gt;Which angels welcomed long ago,&lt;br /&gt;When our redeeming Lord was born,&lt;br /&gt;To bring the light of Heaven below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With them, I celebrate his birth;&lt;br /&gt;Glory to God, in highest Heaven,&lt;br /&gt;Good will to men, and peace on Earth,&lt;br /&gt;To us a Savior King is given;&lt;br /&gt;Our God is come to claim His own,&lt;br /&gt;And Satan's power is overthrown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sinless God, for sinful men,&lt;br /&gt;Descends to suffer and to bleed;&lt;br /&gt;Hell must renounce its empire then;&lt;br /&gt;The price is pain, the world is freed,&lt;br /&gt;And Satan's self must now confess,&lt;br /&gt;That Christ has earned a right to bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Anne Bronte (1820-1849)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-2768015227421060413?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/2768015227421060413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=2768015227421060413' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/2768015227421060413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/2768015227421060413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/12/music-on-christmas-morning.html' title='Music On Christmas Morning'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-1270085363681286088</id><published>2007-12-19T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T22:11:23.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught Up in the Hype</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel that you are losing yourself in Christmas? That the idea of Christmas is gone? What happened? Why am I saying idea instead of spirit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I and many others out there get caught up in the gimmicks, the idea, and the falsified image. The gadgets, the technology, and the junk. I feel that I am not teaching my children the real meaning of Christmas. The expectation of gifts are getting greater and greater each year. I see it more now that I have two children. I have no one to blame except for myself, and maybe the media. So as I talk with Rick about this today. I said to him next year's Christmas is going to be different. We are not buying are children any gadgets, game systems, or electrical devices. We are not going to ask them, we are going to just buy what ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is not about the gifts we give or about what we receive. It's about the birth of Jesus Christ. The man we owe everything to. The spirit of Christmas is the spirit of Jesus. Him being brought into your life for the good. Doing good deeds for others. Christmas should not be this depressing and stressful. We do this to ourselves. We should be enjoying and celebrating the birth of our Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mt 1:21 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;              She will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus,            &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;              because he will save his people from their sins.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mt 2:10-11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;              When they saw the star, they were overjoyed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;               On coming to the house, they saw a child with his mother Mary,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;              and they bowed down and worshiped him. Then they opened their &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;              treasures and presented him with gifts of gold and of incense and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;              of myrrh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-1270085363681286088?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/1270085363681286088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=1270085363681286088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/1270085363681286088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/1270085363681286088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/12/caught-up-in-hype.html' title='Caught Up in the Hype'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-3696001915265254310</id><published>2007-12-18T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T08:43:35.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mom Song</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine shown me this clip on Youtube. I think it's quit a catchy tune. I know all the mom's out there well like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxT5NwQUtVM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxT5NwQUtVM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-3696001915265254310?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/3696001915265254310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=3696001915265254310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/3696001915265254310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/3696001915265254310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/12/mom-song.html' title='The Mom Song'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-9131321658805654084</id><published>2007-12-18T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T10:59:36.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stick!</title><content type='html'>About a month in a half ago we got a new cat. Well we didn't exactly get the cat the cat found us. One morning as I was going to take my daughter to school. We hopped into the car and we heard a loud cat cry. I get out and look around the car. I didn't see anything so I got back into the car ,and still could hear the cry. I thought to myself "no it couldn't be," but sure enough I opened up the hood of the car, and starring back at me was a black kitten frighten to death sitting at the back of the engine. It quick bolted into the engine where I could not reach. Scared that it would get sucked into the fan of the engine. I quick shut it off. I look at my daughter sitting in the car, and I said to her " there's a kitten in the engine!" She than said with a scared look on her face " Don't kill it Mom!" Needless to say after hours of getting it out of the engine. Plus assuring my daughter that I was not a cat killer. We got the cat out, and we ended up keeping it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we needed to think of a name for our new little kitten. As all of us thought of names to name the kitten. Rick picked Cider, Keanul picked Shadow, I picked Sassy, and Roz picked Stick. We thought we would do it the political way. Draw names out of a hat; so that everyone thought it was done fairly. We all put the names in the hat and drew. And low and behold the kitten's name is Stick! Our newest family member. You can only sit back and laugh at this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-9131321658805654084?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/9131321658805654084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=9131321658805654084' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/9131321658805654084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/9131321658805654084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/12/stick.html' title='Stick!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-3591007071090344237</id><published>2007-12-17T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T09:24:38.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NO WORK!! WOOHOO!!</title><content type='html'>Well this week I'm off of work. I took this week to get ready for the holiday cheer. So this week I will be shopping and visiting. But so far I have been cleaning and trying to catch up on some laundry. Not so fun. The whole week won't be wasted on cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;Well the oven doctor finally called this morning and said he would be over any where between 9:30 and 10:30. I don't understand why people can't give you a particular time. Why does it have to be in between something? Any who he coming and I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-3591007071090344237?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/3591007071090344237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=3591007071090344237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/3591007071090344237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/3591007071090344237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-work-woohoo.html' title='NO WORK!! WOOHOO!!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-8700328024405781356</id><published>2007-12-16T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T16:44:31.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9 More Days to Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>Can you believe there is only 9 more days until Christmas, and I have not went Christmas shopping yet!! Crazy. I know starting to get late. I'm a last minute Christmas shopper. I need to get a move on it. My daughter Roz has been counting down the days. She is so excited for Christmas. Christmas is definitely for the kids, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my oven has been broke for the last week. Tomorrow it will be finally fixed. Now I can do some holiday baking. I love the smell of cookies cooking. The sweet aroma fill through out the house. hmmmm!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-8700328024405781356?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/8700328024405781356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=8700328024405781356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/8700328024405781356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/8700328024405781356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/12/9-more-days-to-christmas.html' title='9 More Days to Christmas!!!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-147957020868540889</id><published>2007-12-14T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T16:19:07.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Been Tagged!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been tagged from my sister today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I will try my best on five facts about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) I too don't like to make small talk with strangers. I'm quite shy at first. Let's face it sometimes you just don't know what to say!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) I'm fascinated by other cultures. It's interesting how other people live.    Don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3) When I go to bed I can not fall asleep unless there is absolute silence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and every light is off. I would not make a good 3rd shifter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4) Three of my biggest pet peeves are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; One of my biggest pet peeves is when people leave the lights on, and there is nobody in that room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; The second one is when the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;toilet seat i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;s left &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;up. If your a women you feel my pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The third one is when people put drink containers back into the refrigerator that only have like a swallow, sip, a small nothing. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I was a kid about 7 or 8. I too like the kid from Christmas Story got my tongue stuck on our backyard fence poll. Thanks to my lovely big sister who said "lick this it taste good!!" Like a dumby I say " Okay"(like a dope) As I'm stuck there she's laughing and then leaves my there until my mother came out look for us girls for supper. Memories!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-147957020868540889?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/147957020868540889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=147957020868540889' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/147957020868540889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/147957020868540889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-have-been-tagged.html' title='I Have Been Tagged!!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-3943471023705720765</id><published>2007-12-11T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T23:33:07.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I did the elf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1319738025"&gt;http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1319738025&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-3943471023705720765?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/3943471023705720765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=3943471023705720765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/3943471023705720765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/3943471023705720765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-did-elf.html' title='I did the elf'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-1995080911517347257</id><published>2007-12-10T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T16:09:46.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Christmas Tree!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we finally put up the Christmas tree!! It almost took out my eye, but I'm okay! Rozalynn and I decorated it. She inspected each ornament that went on and ask did I make this one or Keanul? I had to just laugh. She handle each one with care and excitement. I love these moments. When Keanul was this age he was the same way. Each ornament was a treasure.&lt;br /&gt;I watched some of the Packer game. I'm glad to say they pulled threw with a win.&lt;br /&gt;Took a nap that I greatly needed. Then the family and I went out for supper and to Old Navy. I like that store. It has a lot of great deals. Got Rozalynn an outfit for under $20 shirt, pants, and a turtleneck. Can't beat that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-1995080911517347257?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/1995080911517347257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=1995080911517347257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/1995080911517347257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/1995080911517347257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-christmas-tree.html' title='Oh Christmas Tree!!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-272029249743953514</id><published>2007-12-05T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T22:53:57.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Day</title><content type='html'>Today's topic on Oprah was a book called &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;" One More Day"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; by Mitch Albom. It's a story about a man that is lost in his life. Divorced, children no longer speaking to him, you get the idea. But as he is driving back to his home town he gets into a car accident. As he is in a place between the living and the dead; he is able to spend one more day with his mother that had past sometime ago. As his mother in that one day helped him put his life back on track. It's a book about love, forgivness, and having one more chance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's seems like a very touching book. I would like to read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was thinking to myself; if I had one more day to spend with someone I loved who would it be? Who has past in my life that I would like to spend one more day with? Seeing how my mother, father, loving husband and children are still here. I can think of 2 people who I would love to spend one more day with. One would be my Grandma Hale, and the second would be my Grandpa Chiang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandma past away in April 1994 of heart failure. She was a great lady even though I did not see her often. I loved her dearly. When my sister and I were young we lived with my Grandma while my mother and father were going though thier divorce. She made large quilts that would fill the whole living room. I remember my sister and I would lay or play underneath as she worked way. We would sometimes sneak off and start playing in our room, and she would yell "Girls come back in here." You got to remember back in those days there was no Cartoon Network. There was Days of Our Lives. Which to a young child is quite boring. But I still remember that hour glass and the sand of our time saying. The smell of the kitchen is so fresh in my mind and nose. The smell of baking and her cooking. hmmm! Her homemade ice cream she would make with fresh strawberries from her garden. The day that I would spend with her would be us just sitting in the kitchen. With a bowl of her strawberry ice cream of course. A day that I could get to know her, and her to know me. A day of questions, laughing, joy, and tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandpa Chiang past away in September 1997 of heart failure as well. He lived in Taiwan. I was never able to meet my grandfather. My mother moved to the United Stated in 1973. I was born in New Orleans in 1975. My father was in the United States Navy when he meet my mother in 1971. My mother doesn't not speak very much about the past. Trying to get information out of her is like trying to get a new pickle jar lid open. Hard and tough. I guess I need to get a better gripper! But anyway, I would spend the day talking to him. I would have like to have known him. What kind of person was he? What did he like and dislike? So many question and things I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong I do not live my life in any regret at all. I love my family to the highest tilt. God has truly blessed me and my family. I know that someday I will have my one more day. That one day I will be able to see my grandparents, and be able to sit and talk with them. That day is just not today. But when that one day does come; it's not just my grandparents I want to sit and talk with. I would also like to sit and talk with God and Jesus as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-272029249743953514?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/272029249743953514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=272029249743953514' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/272029249743953514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/272029249743953514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/12/one-more-day.html' title='One More Day'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-3839465633216799738</id><published>2007-12-04T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T21:12:13.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Better!!!</title><content type='html'>Well the cold is gone and I am feeling great. Back to the normal. Rozalynn has bounced back and back to school. Rick is slowly getting back on his feet. I blame him, he had the cold first and spread it to the family. (lol). So the Christmas season has started. I'm a slow starter. Always have been. I am slowly getting into the Christmas Spirit. I have been listening to Christmas music on my way to work. "I've been dreaming of a white Christmas!" I love Christmas music. It's cheerful, soothing, and it just seems to brighten the start of my day. Work has been busy. I have been putting in more hours at work. Which is good for me; see how my children have expensive taste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-3839465633216799738?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/3839465633216799738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=3839465633216799738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/3839465633216799738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/3839465633216799738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/12/feeling-better.html' title='Feeling Better!!!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-8454463798068428486</id><published>2007-11-27T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T23:53:09.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Season!! YUK!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, now that one holiday ends an other begins. I'm not sure that I am ready for the holiday season just yet. The stress levels go up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt;. In hopes to find that perfect or almost perfect gift. Yep! not sure I'm ready for that yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On another note. The family has been sick, well all except for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Keanul&lt;/span&gt;. Rick got some kind of cold over Thanksgiving and has gave too much. Roz came down with it on Sunday night. She has been running a fever and hasn't been able to keep anything down. But tonight she finally ate something and managed to keep it down. Now I think I'm starting to come down with the cold too. A couple of the people at work are coming down with colds as well. The cold and flu season has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; started. Hooray!! Yuk! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoped everyone had a great Thanksgiving! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-8454463798068428486?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/8454463798068428486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=8454463798068428486' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/8454463798068428486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/8454463798068428486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/11/well-now-that-one-holiday-ends-other.html' title='Cold Season!! YUK!!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-6555518276801789805</id><published>2007-11-20T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T22:27:54.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>Keanul has a homework assignment on "What I am Thankful for?" Seeing how it's close to Thanksgiving, I guess it's an appropriate assignment. He has to come up with 40 things to be thankful/grateful for. It's a bit much, is it not? But I guess there is a lot to be thankful for in all reality, isn't there! There is so much it's hard to know were to begin. &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;I guess when you have to write stuff on paper it makes it kind of hard to think of things. It is like being put on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I won't tell you 40 things that I'm thankful for, but I will tell you a few. My top 6 of things to be thankful for is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) my family.&lt;br /&gt;I love my family. I am thankful for having them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) God&lt;br /&gt;How could you not be thankful for this man. He created it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Running water&lt;br /&gt;I think it speaks for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) My health&lt;br /&gt;I am truely thankful for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Being alive&lt;br /&gt;There is so much to be done and so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Being able to watch and participate in my children's lives.&lt;br /&gt;This is truly one of my biggest blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This list is subject to change at any given time... lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-6555518276801789805?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/6555518276801789805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=6555518276801789805' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/6555518276801789805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/6555518276801789805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-1487104884801227946</id><published>2007-11-19T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T23:24:51.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes from the Underbelly!!</title><content type='html'>I have been sitting here thinking what do I want to say? I'm not sure. Do you ever feel like you are just drawing a blank? So I think this blog well be about what other people have said. Some inspirational quotes that I have found, and that I like. I hope you enjoy them. Hope you had a good day. Has anyone seen that show? Quotes from the Underbelly. It's quite funny; well the one that I saw anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wise men speak because they have something to say, fools because they have to say something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Plato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wisdom is supreme; therefore make a full effort to get wisdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(that one is for my son)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esteem her and she will exalt you, embrace her and she will honor you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Proverbs 4: 7-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the end it's not the years in your life that counts. It's the life in the years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Abraham Lincoln&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The best way to cheer yourself up is to cheer somebody else up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A sense of humor is the ability to understand a joke -- and that the joke is oneself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~&lt;/strong&gt;Clifton Paul Fadiman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-1487104884801227946?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/1487104884801227946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=1487104884801227946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/1487104884801227946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/1487104884801227946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/11/quotes-from-underbelly.html' title='Quotes from the Underbelly!!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-9174731982416249037</id><published>2007-11-18T08:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T09:27:38.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my birthday. When I woke up I figured I should keep a positive attitude. Getting a year old is an adjustment you know. Roz was there to greet me in the early morning with Happy Birthday Mom! I must say I had a great day!! We started off the day by watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rozalynn's&lt;/span&gt; basketball game. My Dad, Rhonda, and my mom, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jeani&lt;/span&gt;, sat with me. Then I left there and got a mini make over. I got my haircut and styled. It's short! This is the shortest that I ever had in my life. I went out to lunch with my loving family at the Olive Garden. Where they sang there happy birthday jinggle. I went and saw my sister and her family. I had a great time with my sister yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the loving gifts that I got yesterday. I must say first how truly blessed I am to have such a loving family. I couldn't ask for anything more. My hubby and Roz got me a very nice and comforting pair of tennis shoes. Roz picked me out roses. Different colors! Beautiful! Rhonda and Mark got me this great smelling scented oil &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;! and soft scarf, gloves, and headband set. Winter is coming!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;uggh&lt;/span&gt;! My sister, Karen and her family, got me a beautiful candle set. The candle smells like the ocean. Serenity! My momma, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jeani&lt;/span&gt;, got me a great gift! A hand less mixer and bowl. Now I can throw everything in the mixer and it will mix it's self. I have wanted one for a long time. I haven't seen my mom yet. She had to work yesterday, but I will be seeing her today. So the specialness goes on. Oh! and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Keanul&lt;/span&gt;, my loving most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;precious&lt;/span&gt; son, got me a gift card for Starbucks. He knows how much momma needs and loves her coffee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You, Thank You! Everyone for making my happy day a happy one. Thank you lord for blessing me as well. Love Ya Guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-9174731982416249037?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/9174731982416249037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=9174731982416249037' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/9174731982416249037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/9174731982416249037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday!!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-3717003675899980237</id><published>2007-11-12T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T23:11:39.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball Girl</title><content type='html'>This is Rozalynn's 2nd year in basketball. Boy, does her face just shine. As it does for anything she loves to do. Tonight was basketball practice. This is the first year for my husband to help coach. My daughter is quite happy about that. Roz and one other girl on the team has been in basketball the previous year. So lets just say the team need some help. But what I think is so neat about the beginning of something. You get to see the progress of it. The progress and hard work that these girls make throughout the year. It is an amazing transformation. I am glad and proud to be apart of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-3717003675899980237?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/3717003675899980237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=3717003675899980237' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/3717003675899980237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/3717003675899980237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/11/basketball-girl.html' title='Basketball Girl'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-6579957865059285798</id><published>2007-11-11T09:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T09:20:09.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh Sunday! Packer Day, lazy day, no work day! This is definitely the day of rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Rozalynn's first basketball game of the year. I missed it. I had to work yesterday morning. But my lovely sister Rhonda took some pictures. Thank you Rhonda. Rick gave me the play by play. So it felt as if I was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope everyone enjoys there day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-6579957865059285798?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/6579957865059285798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=6579957865059285798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/6579957865059285798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/6579957865059285798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/11/ahh-sunday-packer-day-lazy-day-no-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-3840156222714819102</id><published>2007-11-09T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T22:22:17.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not much going on here. Roz and I are just watching a movie "Spy Kids 3". Rick is sleeping. Keanul is out and about with his cousin Jarad and Jarad's friend Brandon. Hope they are behaving themselves. As I sit here I think to myself. It is here! He is a teenager!! I hope the troubling years aren't coming. You know the nail biting, hair pulling, pacing back and forth, where is he, years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It probably has nothing to do with him. My birthday is around the corner. Another year gone by. Every birthday I feel as if it's another day. When your a child your birthday is exciting and fun. As a teenager your counting your birthdays until the day you get your drives licences. Then you can't wait to be eighteen, because than you are an adult. You can vote! Your parents can't tell you what to do any more. You are your own person. Then you wait until your 21!! WooHooo you can drink, legally! As a kid there was always something to look forward to. How come we lose are spark in birthday. Instead of getting excited; we get the birthday blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, one of these years for my birthday what I really want to do is go see either Oprah or Ellen. With my family and friends. Oprah we can just drive. And Ellen we would have to fly. What fun that would be! That would put excitement back into birthdays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-3840156222714819102?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/3840156222714819102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=3840156222714819102' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/3840156222714819102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/3840156222714819102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/11/not-much-going-on-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-4406476136943871373</id><published>2007-11-05T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T19:06:51.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>Forgiveness, it's easier said than done. As I was having supper at Jeani's house late week. Mitch are beloved friend is up from Texas for a visit. We were talking about something, and somehow I made a comment about my mother. I must have sounded bitter. Mitch simply said, "Forgive". I have been thinking about that simple word since. I thought I have forgave, but maybe deep down I have not. So that is just something I need to keep working on. Slowly, but surely.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                         &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                 &lt;br /&gt;On another note I spoke to my father last night. In request of my mother. She is applying for her citizenship. She's been in this country for the past 33 years legally. In my opinion she is one. But she needed to find out some information from him. So I am the goat. As I was asking him questions regarding the date they were married and the date they got divorced. I was thinking to myself " Why don't they know this?" Why wouldn't you remember those dates?" As my father mumbles some dates off, and says " I think those are it!" I also asked him, "How did you and mom meet?" Silence.. a long pause. He said "He couldn't remember, and that he can't remember every women he dated or married." I think to myself, and I just want to say, "What? Are you serious!" How can you not remember your first marriage. A women that you had 2 kids with. That you married, and you can not remember how you meet her. I don't get it. Seriously! See how hard it is to Forgive. Not just my mother, but my father as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-4406476136943871373?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/4406476136943871373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=4406476136943871373' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/4406476136943871373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/4406476136943871373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/11/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-4560703149947264493</id><published>2007-11-01T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T22:05:54.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roz!!!</title><content type='html'>Last week was teacher conferences for Rozalynn. I'm please to say she is doing well. She is right on task. Just need to keep reading her take home books. Practice, practice, practice! It was also parents week at her dance studio. She is taking tap and jazz this year. She is just loving dance. It is great to see her improvement each year. It's amazing to watch her grow before my eyes. She is blossoming into a young girl. As she has asked Grandma not to buy her any more baby toys, because she is not a baby no more.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was able to make Rozalynn's Halloween parade at school. She was an elegant princess. A beautiful costume that I found at Crackle Barrel. It was a long pink dress with a gold belt and glitter gold short train. It had a cute princess hat. She looked absolutely beautiful. It was cold last night for trick or treating. I froze for my daughter as we walked for 2 hours to get precious candy treats; she owes me one. Oh what we do for our children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-4560703149947264493?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/4560703149947264493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=4560703149947264493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/4560703149947264493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/4560703149947264493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/11/last-week-was-teacher-conferences-for.html' title='Roz!!!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-5269988602069321699</id><published>2007-10-18T21:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T21:53:58.422-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Giant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/RxgKT7pogZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/p-4SaCgVLs8/s1600-h/sleeping+giant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122855913680044434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/RxgKT7pogZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/p-4SaCgVLs8/s400/sleeping+giant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Sleeping Giant. This is one of the amazing image that I got to see in Montana. Wonderful is it not? I got Rick a t-shirt and Rita found a pair of boxer shorts. The shorts in the front says sleeping giant and the back says no snoring. Rick got a kick out of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom got back home from the hospital today. The doctors think it was some of her medicine causing her kidneys to shut down. So they will be some readjusting in her meds. So I hope and pray that everything stays good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-5269988602069321699?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/5269988602069321699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=5269988602069321699' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/5269988602069321699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/5269988602069321699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/10/sleeping-giant.html' title='Sleeping Giant'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/RxgKT7pogZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/p-4SaCgVLs8/s72-c/sleeping+giant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-5404001838682484194</id><published>2007-10-17T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T23:05:40.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well seeing how I haven't posted in forever! I thought I should. I'll start off with my trip to Montana. Which was awesome. I had a great time I must say. Rita and Gale were the most perfect hosts ever! Love you guys. Thanks so much for having me and letting me enjoy your beautiful home. The scenery was breath taking. The mountains are indescribably gorgeous and calming. And if you ever make it out to Montana you have to stop at The Parrot. It is a candy shop that has the most unbelievable candies ever and good chili. mmm!! Which Rick and the kids enjoyed. I found my trip to Montana peaceful really. The scenery brings you tranquillity and serenity. I can see why Rita and Gale love it there, and why the population in Helena is growing. I can also see why the deer population is growing in town as well. The train ride was okay. It was like being on a boat. The swaying motion. The observation cart was neat. The food was good, but pricey. Do you ever find yourself just observing other people? The people on the train were quit interesting. I'll just leave it at that. Although Mary and I did see Jesus on the train. Well a man that looked like Jesus anyway. lol. Seriously he did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rick's mom was admitted into the hospital yesterday. Her kidneys are not working the way they should. So they are keeping her until they know whats going on. She may have to do dialysis. Nothing for sure yet; we'll keep you posted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-5404001838682484194?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/5404001838682484194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=5404001838682484194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/5404001838682484194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/5404001838682484194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/10/well-seeing-how-i-havent-posted-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-8702336039382691908</id><published>2007-10-04T23:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T23:38:17.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well I think I have everything?! I love going on vacation, but I hate packing for one. You always have a hard time deciding what you want to bring. Than you wonder do I have everything I want to bring! But either or I think I am ready to go. Rhonda and her lovely husband,Mark, well be here tomorrow at 1:30 to pick me up. Mark has graciously volunteer to drive us to the train station tomorrow. So I have movies, an audio book, magazines, junk food, and some healthy snacks too for our long train trip. Oh and yes I am ready for some girl time. The laughing and giggling like school girls. As the butterflies are dancing in my stomach with excitement and anticipation. I must try to get some rest. The one thing that I will miss is my lovely family. My handsome husband and my two beautiful children. This is only my second vacation without them. I know I will miss them greatly. So to them I just want to say " I Love You More!!" and I be back next Thursday. Hugs and kisses, hugs and kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So Rick don't forget to pick us up at 1 o'clock..lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-8702336039382691908?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/8702336039382691908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=8702336039382691908' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/8702336039382691908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/8702336039382691908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/10/well-i-think-i-have-everything-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-8199574987743850716</id><published>2007-10-03T16:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T16:30:48.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Montana!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/RwP3sbpogYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/jLgHJstwGNc/s1600-h/montana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117205944331698562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/RwP3sbpogYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/jLgHJstwGNc/s400/montana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, I'm getting excited about my trip to Montana. I will be leaving in 2 days. I will be accompanied by my sister, mom, and aunt. It should be fun as we travel by Amtrak. My first time on a train and first time to Montana. I'm not sure what is on the agenda. I think we are just winging it. It's best when you don't have everything planned when your on vacation. One of the things my husband said I should look for is the Sleeping Giant. He says it's very neat. I will be sure to post my adventure when I get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On another note. Yesterday was my mother's birthday. She is now 53 year's old, but she doesn't look a day over 35! Roz and I went and picked out her gift last night. I know last minute shopper! I got her this very soft throw, and Roz picked out the color. So we went and dropped it off at her house. I liked the throw so much that I picked one up for myself. I can bring it on the train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well need to finish making supper than I need to take Roz to dance class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-8199574987743850716?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/8199574987743850716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=8199574987743850716' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/8199574987743850716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/8199574987743850716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/10/montana.html' title='Montana!!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/RwP3sbpogYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/jLgHJstwGNc/s72-c/montana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-9035752232916358661</id><published>2007-09-28T21:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T22:01:08.004-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/Rv2t8LpogXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_VMMBgoK02s/s1600-h/Picture+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115436001193918834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/Rv2t8LpogXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_VMMBgoK02s/s400/Picture+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is my nephew Joel and his girlfriend Chelsey. I hope I spelled her name right. They are a cute couple. This picture was taken earlier this year for prom. I remember  last year Rozalynn went and saw them get their picture taken for prom. She came home and told Rick and I, "Joel got married !" " I saw him and Chelsey get married. Chelsey's dress was pretty!!" It's funny what kid see that we don't. I just have Joel in my head tonight. He is one of the sweetest guys I know. Such a big heart and loving. When you first meet him, he's a bit shy, but he has the biggest most beautiful smile you'll ever see. A few days ago he was in the emergency room. And I'm grateful that he is okay. He was very dehydrated and in a lot of pain. I pray that he learns from this experience and takes care of himself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You only have one body, one mind, and one soul, and you need to nourish with love, kindness , food, water, and God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We love you Joel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-9035752232916358661?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/9035752232916358661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=9035752232916358661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/9035752232916358661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/9035752232916358661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-is-my-nephew-joel-and-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/Rv2t8LpogXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_VMMBgoK02s/s72-c/Picture+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-821807787882600653</id><published>2007-09-28T21:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T22:01:56.819-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I See You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/Rv2s37pogWI/AAAAAAAAAGI/WeoEFzlB5X4/s1600-h/Picture+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115434828667847010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/Rv2s37pogWI/AAAAAAAAAGI/WeoEFzlB5X4/s400/Picture+130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is Rozalynn's eye. As I was looking through my picture. I saw this and just could help to chuckle to myself. She is a very creative little one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-821807787882600653?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/821807787882600653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=821807787882600653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/821807787882600653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/821807787882600653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-see-you.html' title='I See You'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/Rv2s37pogWI/AAAAAAAAAGI/WeoEFzlB5X4/s72-c/Picture+130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-8587227140165686700</id><published>2007-09-24T21:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T22:00:31.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little America</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/RvhmoLpogVI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sSYGejyQ57M/s1600-h/roller+coaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113950217387409746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/RvhmoLpogVI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sSYGejyQ57M/s400/roller+coaster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The thriller of a roller coaster!! Your stomach aching with anticipation as you go up the hill, and knowing you are going down a big hill. The sounds of an amusement park is thrilling and exciting. The smell of popcorn, nachos, and cotton candy..hmmm. Yesterday my family and I went to Little America for my company picnic. It's a little amusement park outside of Madison, WI. It's small, but it does the trick for the kids. My daughter went on her first roller coaster ride. She giggled with anticipation as we waited in line. She is an adventurer. As we are on the ride she decides to put her little hands up in the air as we go down a hill. The biggest smile on her face, pricless. She was now able to drive her very own bumper boat. She is tall enough to drive the dumper cars, but she was unable to reach the pedals. The great big brother, Keanul, kept an eye on his little sister after lunch. They didn't want to sit around and wait for some of the events my company was doing. Rick and I sat played bingo and listened to see if I won anything in the raffle. I was a big loser. They gave a way a lot of great prizes. I guess there's always next year. We all had a great time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-8587227140165686700?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/8587227140165686700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=8587227140165686700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/8587227140165686700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/8587227140165686700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/09/little-america.html' title='Little America'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/RvhmoLpogVI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sSYGejyQ57M/s72-c/roller+coaster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-2138030274486512187</id><published>2007-09-20T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T00:25:33.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You!!</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to start by thanking everyone for their loving and kind responses to my last blog. I feel by the grace of God that I am truly blessed in many ways. One of them is my great and loving family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to add this. Even if you come from a crappy childhood or a crappy life in general. You can always at any time turn it around. You just got to choose to do it. There are many more routes I could have taken when I was a teenager and when I was a young adult. Like so many children that have grown up in some type of abuse of home. They feel that they have lost hope and love. And even though this is hard to do; you can turn all the negatives into positives. You need to have some since of strength and believe in yourself. There is hope for change. You have choices and options. You don't have to live that life of crazy if you choose not to. You just got to want it, and listen to you inner voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you this; I have learned out of my experience from growing up with crazies. I have learned what type of parent I don't want to be. I have learned not to take everything at face value. I have learned not to pretend that everything is okay when it's not. It's hard sometimes to forget all the bad habits that you learned from your parents, and not use them in your everyday life. Some of them are still a struggle for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like everyone, I am still learning that I can't please everyone. I'm not perfect. I'm not always right.(even though I like to think I am.) I am still learning to say I'm sorry when I have been wrong. And I'm still learning about myself. I am thankful for God and all that he has done in my life. When I was younger I always felt his presence. I remember praying to him and asking " Is this it? Is this the way life is for me?" I still ask him that question. Even though I know the answer I will still ask. Because I know that God is building me and growing me into a bigger and better person. He has saved me in so many different ways and levels. Guiding me into my path in life. Even when I get off course he points me in the direction I'm suppose to be going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 4:42&lt;br /&gt;They said to the woman, " We no longer believe just because of what you said; now we have heard for ourselves, and we know that this man really is the Savior of the world."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-2138030274486512187?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/2138030274486512187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=2138030274486512187' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/2138030274486512187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/2138030274486512187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/09/thank-you.html' title='Thank You!!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-4221959491306632685</id><published>2007-09-18T20:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T23:27:04.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Secrets</title><content type='html'>You know the funny thing about family secrets is that so many families have them. The skeletons in the closet! It could be the crazy uncle that drinks too much, to the aunt that has a eating disorder. It could be just about anything. Our family has a lot of family secrets. Some minor than others. I have tried to teach my children that there is no family secrets in our home. I try to be as open and honest as I possibly can with them. One of our biggest family secrets came out yesterday. Some of my closest family members know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some great memories of being young. But I also have some terrible memories as well. It's funny how you try to block out all the bad and hang on to the good. I think I try to look at the good, because I am in denial of the bad. My mother and father divorced when I was about 3 or 4 years old. My mother than remarried when I was about 5 years. My mother and father had a pretty bad divorce. That's what I'm assuming seeing how they both don't talk about it, but my mother doesn't talk very much about the past. We were taught early on that we were not to talk to anyone outside of our home about anything that went on in our home. Now that I'm older I can see why. My sister and I were so very close when we were younger. But as we grew up to become teenagers, we also grew apart. Her in her world and me in my world. Our teenage years were terrible. My sister's more so than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So onto my mother's second marriage. Glen! Oh boy was he a dandy! They were married for 10 long years. I can remember the day that they bought there new house. I just remember being able to have my own room. It was a red two story house. With three bedrooms, dining room, living room, and we had a washer and dryer. No more going tho the laundry mat for us. My sister and I played with the alot of the neighborhood kids. Kick the can and hide in seek at night. My sister and I were usually the last two kids to go in at night. Our parents were almost always gone. They worked almost all the time. I can remember the day my mom lost her job. She lost it because she stole a bag of sugar. A bag of sugar at the time cost .50$. She saw one of her co-workers doing it, and she thought it would be okay if she did it. It seemed like that everything went down hill from that day. I don't have alot of memories of Glen really. I just remember bits and pieces. I remember just wanting him to love me as a daughter. He spent a lot of time with my sister. They would go places; as I would go places with my mother all the time. I remember he started drinking more and he smoked pot. Instead of fighting over who gets the front seat; we would fight about who gets to clean the pot out. How crazy does that sound!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When I was 12 years old I remember my mother coming to my sister and I. She was sending us to our father's house for the summer. They were sending us there because they had lost the house. Glen and my mother marriage was also over too.  To our surprise going to our father's! We haven't seen him in over 8 years. I must say it was quite awkward at first. Trying to catch up 8 years in a summer is hard to do. Virginia Beach is a very pretty area. My sister and I spent almost all our time together when were there. I love that summer. I love the closeness that we shared. Sad to say that was our last close summer that we had for about over 10 years. We received a phone call from our mother. She had told us that we had moved to another town. I just remember crying "No! I don't want to move to another town!" We lost our house and all our belongings toys, t.v., and some of our clothes. All because that dumb ass had a cocaine problem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back from our father's house in Virginia sure enough we moved. It was a tiny one bedroom apartment across the street from the middle school. The middle school that I was gong to be attending. I was so embarrassed of this apartment that after school that I would walk blocks. I didn't want anyone seeing me walk into this ratty old apartment. The family structure had changed. My sister was now to be my parent instead of my friend. Seeing how my mother had to work all the time to support us. Let's just say that put a damper on our relation. The following year we moved again. I than had to attend a new middle school and my sister a new high school. I made friends easily, but my sister didn't. She was quite shy and kept to her self most of the time. I was quite a troubled teen. I was more than likely the child that you didn't want your child hanging out with. There was usually no one home when I got home from school. I was alone a lot of the time. My mom working and my sister gone. When I was 14 years old I was put on probation for being in a stolen car. Talk about hanging out with the wrong crowd! When I was 15 years old I have had it with my mom. She just wanted to be a mother when she felt it was convient not because she wanted to or had to. I think it was when the courts order us to go to family counseling when I realized that we had very serious issues. I think that our family had fell through the crack. As I was very open with my probation officer and my counselor about my mother's marijuana problem and her mood swings. I then decided that I would go live with my father in Virginia. I couldn't stay with this crazy lady any more. My sister was upset at me for going. It wasn't until later on I found out why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the fantasy that I had pictured in my head was short lived. I thought that living with my father would cure my problems, but I was wrong. My father had remarried shortly before I went to live with him. Lets just say we didn't hit it off; so back to my mother I went. My sister and my best friend at the time picked me up at the bus stop. My mom was not there to greet me. Back to being alone for me. I just remember feeling so alone when I was a teenager. Nobody was hardly ever home except for me. One day I was getting ready for school and my sister was in the bathroom brushing her teeth. She was throwing up. I went in there to see if everything was okay. She said she was just not feeling well. The next few days it was the same thing. When ever she brushed her teeth she would throw up. I thought to myself she's pregnant! So I confronted her. "Your pregnant aren't you?" her face was pure shock. She was 16 years old. She immediately said, "No". I said, "Yes you are!" "who's it?" deep down I knew who. I heard a voice inside my head say the name. I could fell it in my gut. She wouldn't tell me, but I knew. She only spent time with one man. GLEN!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, our ex step-father. When my sister turned 18 years old she married him. My mom and I found that out by one of my mother's friends. She read it out of the newspaper. As I was sitting at the table in my sister's new apartment. She and Glen were having a small wedding party. I recall feeling uncomfortable sitting there. I recall Glen boasting "Yeah she wanted me and pursued me since she's be 12!" My heart sank, stomach weaken, felt sick to my stomach! As he was saying those words I had to make contact with Karen's eyes. Was that true 12 years old? I made contact. Karen's eye scared that I might have known the truth now. Could this what she wants. She appears to be happy, she appears to be fine. I just remember thinking I need to get out of here. I need fresh air. Karen remained married to him for 7 long years and 3 children later. I remember the day she fled. She woke up and liberated herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing people need to remember is this. This is what a lot of women that have been in an abusive relationship think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- The hope that your predator is going to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shame - The feeling of shame overwhelms you. The shame of what will people think of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fear -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The fear that the predator endures upon you to control you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The thing is that my sister was brain washed from the time she was a small child to the time she was a young adult. Her childhood, her livelihood, her mind and ability to independent think was robbed. All from this asshole that thinks he has done nothing wrong. I could say alot more about this man, but I well reframe myself. She is now speaking out, and she went to court yesterday to tell her side of the story. Even though she didn't have to say everything yesterday during court. It will now go to trial. I am so proud of my big sister. She is now starting to become a independent woman who thinks for herself and for her children.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-4221959491306632685?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/4221959491306632685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=4221959491306632685' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/4221959491306632685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/4221959491306632685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/09/family-secrets.html' title='Family Secrets'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-2204514769497528914</id><published>2007-09-17T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T23:56:54.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Blues!!</title><content type='html'>Yep it's Monday!! Back to work. It's hard to go back to work after you have such a lovely weekend. Rick had all last week off. Reality has set in; back to work for him. He will be missed!!&lt;br /&gt;We went to Iowa which was a brutal 5 hour drive, but was well worth it. Okay it wasn't that bad of a drive. We didn't take the scenic route. We saw nothing but corn fields. And heard nothing but the kids bickering. We went to Iowa for Rick's cousin's wedding. It was a story book wedding. As all the out of town family stayed in a wonder hotel. Which my daughter was happy to know that there was a pool. So lets just say that was one of her highlights of the weekend. We were all taken by trolley to the church. Which was located in the Living History part of Des Moines, IA. It's a little mach town of the 1800's. As you drive up a little dirt road you can see the little white church upon the hill. You can also see a little town like setting. With a general store, saloon, and 4 other types of buildings. As we all unload out of the trolley; we walk up this wooden plank path that leads us to the church. I must say that path all most took me out. As one of my heels got caught in a notch. I survived the almost embarrassing situation. It was a truly amazing and beautiful place for a wedding. We had a fun time with our family, and it was truly great seeing everyone again. It was just simply lovely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-2204514769497528914?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/2204514769497528914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=2204514769497528914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/2204514769497528914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/2204514769497528914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/09/monday-blues.html' title='Monday Blues!!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-5322568621072293515</id><published>2007-08-28T18:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T19:04:39.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired Tuesday</title><content type='html'>I am feeling tired today and it's only Tuesday! It's seems like this week is going to be a long one. I have been working overtime this week. Two reasons : one - I need spending money for my up coming trip, and two - they need me at work. We are short handed. Seeing how I want the money; I guess I can't complain to much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I have been talking about buying a home now for sometime. We have been looking at homes in our area. We just haven't committed to it. I am torn. I really want a home, but I don't want to be eating ramen noodles everyday of my life either. We are so tightly budgeted it's depressing. We are out growing this tiny apartment day after day. Having 2 kids in this place it's starting to shrink in on us. I think it's time for us to really start getting serious on buying a new home or finding a bigger place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, 2 more weeks before the wedding in Iowa. And 6 more weeks before I go to Montana. I am getting really excited!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-5322568621072293515?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/5322568621072293515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=5322568621072293515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/5322568621072293515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/5322568621072293515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/08/tired-tuesday.html' title='Tired Tuesday'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-8752600652871566738</id><published>2007-08-22T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T22:11:27.002-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain,Rain,Rain Go Away!!!</title><content type='html'>It has been raining forever. I'm getting sick of rain, and the humidity as well. Where is all the nice weather? Come Come out Come out were ever you are! Well today was registration day for the kids school. I got out the comb, wiped the dirt off there faces, got them all dressed nicely to get there pictures taken. So at least that is all done and over with. I still need to get there school supplies. I guess that will be this weekends task. Next week will be open house at Rozalynn's school. We will be able to meet her new teacher. Roz is so excited to be in the second grade and that she gets to have a new teacher. Keanul got his class schedule for the up coming year. He took over to one of his friends house to see if they are any of the same classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the only thing that I am doing right now is trying to find a good deal on flights for my mother. She and my dad are looking to go to Vegas next month for their 10 year wedding anniversary. This is my mother 3rd husband. His name is John. He is a very nice man. I enjoy spending time with him. He is a talker though. He could just talk your ear off if you let him. They are so opposite of each other. I guess that balances them out in some since. Maybe number 3 will be the lucky number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me personnel don't believe in divorce. I guess my husband is just stuck with me forever. Which I guess some people may find hard to believe; seeing how I have came from a broken home. But, I am a person that takes her vowels very seriously. Plus I love him very much! except I'm not loveing his alarm clock right now!! I think to many people are so quickly to jump ship when the water starts to get to wavy. Marriage is not taken very seroiusly any more. Which is very sad. Divorce comes so easy, and it's a quick fix. Why get married if you know it's not going to last? Why not just live with each other or date each other for years. I know that everyone knows deep down, some deeper than others, inside if that is the person for them. Some people just don't listen to there inner voice. You know that voice that tells or screams at you "No, don't do that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess in the end I'm just trying to say. Know yourself, listen to your inner voice, love yourself, trust your judgement, and you'll know what to do. If anything pray about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-8752600652871566738?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/8752600652871566738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=8752600652871566738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/8752600652871566738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/8752600652871566738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/08/rainrainrain-go-away.html' title='Rain,Rain,Rain Go Away!!!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-5802746008486546304</id><published>2007-08-21T09:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T15:55:56.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well not much going on lately. Rick and I had a nice and mellow weekend. Saturday I had to work. (boo). Rick and I went out for supper which was nice. Sunday we were suppose to go my company picnic, but it was cancelled , do to rain. So my daughter to went to go see Hairspray with Grandma and her friend. Rick and Keanul went and seen SuperBad. So I went shopping. Than Saturday evening we went to Mom's house for supper. Mark and Rhonda show all of us there video footage from there trip to Nicaragua. Which was incredible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the footage reminded of Taiwan. The open markets, the dogs running wild, and not being able to flush the toilet paper down the toilet. It's hard to wrap your mind around how other countries live there day to day lives. It's sad, but yet rejoyful at the same time. For them this is life. They are some what at peace. This is what they know. For us it's unimaginable. We wonder why? why are you living like this? why is your government not doing something? why isn't someone helping out this country? But I think that as human we shouldn't be asking why and how. We should be thinking wow that is amazing that they can survive on so little. How God is great. That we think that they are so miserable, but when we look into there eyes they are so grateful. That all you have to do is a simple "hello" or wave and a smile comes across there face. I know that if we could all just chip in and give to are fellow man ( big or small) that we could all feel at peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Rhonda and Mark for sharing your wonderful journey. I learned a lot. I hope I will be able to go with and share the experience on day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-5802746008486546304?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/5802746008486546304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=5802746008486546304' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/5802746008486546304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/5802746008486546304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/08/well-not-much-going-on-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-9183017788848189202</id><published>2007-08-15T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T23:02:06.258-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today I went to one of my girlfriend's house she was throwing a Lia Sophia party. I didn't realize how much I liked jewelry until tonight. I mean I like jewelry , but I really like jewelry..heehee. There was way to much to choose from. I could hardly decide. I wanted it all. But seeing how I am on a budget I might be able to swing a bracelet..and maybe a necklace. I liked it so much I booked a party for myself. Just so I can get a few free stuff or discount items. Got to love sales. Then I can go to my hubby.. but honey it was on sale! ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The house is so quite to night! No Rozalynn, she is at my sister's house sleeping over. No Keanul, he went to sleep over at one of his friend's house. No, Jarad he went home tonight. Mark and Rhonda are back from their trip. Rick will be leaving soon to go to work. I will have the house all to myself. Well with the exception of Emily, our dog. I just hope no bats or any other unwanted visitors come tonight. LOL. It's a change seeing how we've had a house full of people the past week. The silence is almost killing me. With the exception of Rick's alarm clock going off for the last 10 minutes. Seriously is he going to shut the darn thing off or what?! I can't see how he can sleep though that. It is such an annoying noise. But he manages to sleep right through as it is driving me crazy! Well it's off to boot Rick out of bed so he can go to work, and shut off his darn alarm clock. I could say other words, but I figured I would keep it PG tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good night everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-9183017788848189202?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/9183017788848189202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=9183017788848189202' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/9183017788848189202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/9183017788848189202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/08/sophia.html' title='Sophia'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-3399076828228717889</id><published>2007-08-14T16:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T16:39:47.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>School Shopping Yuk!</title><content type='html'>Well got almost all of my school shopping done. Still need the school supplies and shoes for the kids than we are done. Found a dress for Rozalynn and an outfit for me for Brent's wedding. Now I just need to find something for Keanul and we'll be set. Not much going on here. Jarad's last night with us. Mark and Rhonda get back tomorrow sometime. It's been fun having him stay with us. He's been keeping Keanul busy which is great for me. Summer is almost done and that means boredom. Mom I'm bored! can we go somewhere, can we do something, can we, can we, there's nothing to do. I can't wait for school back up. The kids need to get back on a schedule and it's a great structure for them. Not to mention it's get for me too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-3399076828228717889?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/3399076828228717889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=3399076828228717889' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/3399076828228717889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/3399076828228717889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/08/school-shopping-yuk.html' title='School Shopping Yuk!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-4326645359246692425</id><published>2007-08-11T23:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:27:25.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well school is just around the corner. Rozalynn is getting excited to return. She can't wait to be in 2nd grade. I can't believe she's going into second grade already. Keanul on the other hand, not so excited. He will be in 8th grade this year hard to believe. I hope that this year will go alot smoother than last year for him. I hate grounding him for his grades, but come on it's not that hard to get good grades or average grades. He's very smart. Just very lazy. You almost got to light a fire under his butt to get him going. I find taking away the Xbox is an okay strategy, but sometime it doesn't faze him at all. We might have to try something different this year. If you got any ideas just fly them this way.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;I can't believe the cost of going to school is. It will be almost $90 to register the kids and get pictures taken. See how they take pictures the same day as registration. That not including if Keanul wants to sign up for any sports this year though school. The year book for Keanul is an additional $22.00. And that doesn't include school supplies and school clothes. I know it will only get worse as they get older. I'm just venting. Who's decision was it to have kids?(lol ) just joking.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                             &lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow I'll be going shopping to see if I can find any deals on clothes. I am still searching for an outfit for myself for the wedding. Oh and searching for everyone else too. I was showing Keanul a pair of dress/casual shoes. And he let me know that I would just be wasting my money, because he doesn't like to wear those type of shoes. So I had to inform him that no he will not be wearing tennis shoes/ sneakers at the wedding. So then he informed that he'd only be wearing them once. Boy, don't they just know how to push your buttons and send you over the edge!&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                               &lt;br /&gt;Well on that note,  I'm going to get ready for bed. Getting tired. Have a good night everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-4326645359246692425?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/4326645359246692425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=4326645359246692425' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/4326645359246692425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/4326645359246692425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/08/well-school-is-just-around-corner.html' title=''/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-445454604204458911</id><published>2007-08-10T09:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T09:40:11.419-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well it's Friday. Another week gone by. Like I said early this week Jarad are nephew is staying with us. Him and Keanul have been keeping themselves busy. Jarad got a canoe so they went fishing yesterday, and they got up early this morning to go fishing. Jarad was telling me the other day that he got to be a cashier instead of a bagger. He works at Woodman's Grocery store. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I remember when I was a teenager I work at various place. My first job was working in a Chinese restaurant, busgirl. My second job was the best; I worked in an ice cream parlor. Talk about yummy!! So I must say I know how to make a mean shake or malt. My third job was being a cashier at NewMart in Janesville when I was 17. I did like that job, but the grocery store went out of busy. Oh to be a teenager again! Spend your money where ever you want to. Not to have a care in the world. Not to worry about bills! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I wouldn't want to relive my teenage years. It was not that pleasant. It was a hard age. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-445454604204458911?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/445454604204458911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=445454604204458911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/445454604204458911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/445454604204458911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/08/well-its-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-6973581584276034119</id><published>2007-08-09T09:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T09:21:42.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, Yesterday Roz and Rick took Rhonda and Mark to the airport. Roz told me her adventure to the airport and how 2 airplanes flew right at her and dad. But no worries the airplanes miss them. After leaving the airport they got to stop at the McDonald overpass. Which she thinks is cool to see all the cars drive underneath. Jarad is with for the week. Rozalynn is so excited. Keanul is to, but he doesn't express it like Rozalynn does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-6973581584276034119?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/6973581584276034119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=6973581584276034119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/6973581584276034119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/6973581584276034119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/08/well-yesterday-roz-and-rick-took-rhonda.html' title=''/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-8879671898852519758</id><published>2007-08-06T20:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T21:40:48.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well Rita and Gale are gone. They left this morning. I had a great weekend with them. It was nice seeing Gale we don't get to see him as often as we do Rita. Can't wait for the wedding. I was telling Rita it will be like a little family reunion. Not much going on today. Went into work early. woohoo!! Which I will be going in early tomorrow to. boo! For back up reasons. One of the lady call off today so my boss wants to make sure we have coverage tomorrow. So that would mean me, seeing how no one else knows the job. Sometimes you wonder is it really good to know it all and be a good worker? I think not. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was thinking to myself today. Damn Eve. She just had to pick that fruit and eat it. She just couldn't leave it alone. She just couldn't admire it from afar! As Flow is in town, another uninvited guess, and it is not pretty. If she didn't eat the fruit could you just image what life would be like. Pain free, no cramps, no bloating, no crying at stupid commerical, just bless. We could just sit in the garden watching the day go by with no worries. We wouldn't be as irritated with our family. Just a little bit, but not as much. Because you know the kids wouldn't pick up after themselves still. Just enjoying life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are looking forward to our nephew coming and staying with us. Our sister (Rhonda) and her husband (Mark) are going to Nicaragua for a week on a missionary trip. I pray that the Lord looks over you. You guys have a safe and fun trip. Rhonda don't think about the bugs. (lol) Love you guys. I'll see you when you get back. Say hi to Mitch, Renee, Roger, and Rhonda for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am tired too long of a day for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-8879671898852519758?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/8879671898852519758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=8879671898852519758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/8879671898852519758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/8879671898852519758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/08/well-rita-and-gale-are-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-1496049514912835006</id><published>2007-08-04T10:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T11:21:01.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unknown</title><content type='html'>It's sometimes scary when you don't know what's going to happen next. The unknown of what tomorrow brings. The test, the bump in the road, of your faith, your marriage, your life. Not knowing just drive you mad. I remember and something that sticks in my head is something that Mitch Clay had said. One of are dear and most beloved friend of the family, " We as a society always want everything now." " We do not look at the big picture." " We want, what we want on our time." "But, we need to wait to see if it is God time." " God time is not insink with ours!" " God's time is his time."&lt;br /&gt;We need to live for today not for tomorrow. We need to look at what today brought us. What great things that God has done for us today. I think as a society or just as human beings we are so use to looking at all the negatives first and seeing the good second. So in this big picture I think at the present time Rick and I are struggling to makes ends. But I faith that we are meant for big better things. I think that God is testing Rick and I being so early in our marriage. Can they make though the tough times. Can we make though the bad and ugly. Still have our love for one and other, our faith and love in the Lord. I think to myself there are a lot of things that I want, but is it what I need? I don't think I need it just yet, because God hasn't gave the okay. The unknown is scary only if you let it be!  Just keep your head high, have faith, and just pray.  God will pave the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-1496049514912835006?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/1496049514912835006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=1496049514912835006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/1496049514912835006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/1496049514912835006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/08/unknown.html' title='The Unknown'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-7607358525102588343</id><published>2007-08-02T09:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T10:00:03.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh today is Thursday already! Where has the week gone? Well on Tuesday the 31st was my honey's and I wedding anniversary. I can't believes it's been 8 years already. I can't believe in a couple of weeks we have been together for for 11 years. I can still remember our first date like it was yesterday. We went to see a movie and go for dinner. It was not the best 1st date. One the movie was horrible it was "Bordello's Blood" (Rick pick this out). Rick loses his wallet in the theater (which I thought what a cheap s.o.b.) so I payed for supper. Later I come to find out he loses his wallet alot! Our second date wasn't the greatest either; how did we manage to stay together only God's know..(lol). We went to Chinatown in Chicago with my mother and some of her friends. I learn that Rick has never had authentic Chinese food. Well let just say it open Rick's eye to a new take on Chinese food (not in a good way either). I did not know Rick was not eating that much. That he was starving until on our way back he stop at a McDonnell's overpass. I think our first couple months of dating was a bit bumpy, alittle rocky. But after that it's been smooth sailing for us. I think we are a match made on heaven. I still feel as if we are newlyweds. He still make me feel like I'm the luckiest girl in the world. We have the best relationship that I could ever imagine. He is definitely my best friend, the best father to our children, and the love of my life. I could not imagine my life with out him. I can't wait to see what God has in store for us in the future.&lt;br /&gt;So to Rick I just want to say " I love you More!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-7607358525102588343?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/7607358525102588343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=7607358525102588343' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/7607358525102588343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/7607358525102588343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/08/gosh-today-is-thursday-already-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-1262590414760736321</id><published>2007-07-30T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T23:48:04.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bats!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/Rq6q99KRSeI/AAAAAAAAAE4/lBgoGgocbR4/s1600-h/bats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093196209968990690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/Rq6q99KRSeI/AAAAAAAAAE4/lBgoGgocbR4/s400/bats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bats!!! yuk!! On Saturday night well early Sunday morning which ever you want to look at. We get an uninvited visitor. Yeah that's right a BAT!! As Rick and I are watching a movie in are room I see a flicker go by. So I look around I see nothing. Then another flicker I look to see if the boys are by are bedroom door. Maybe they are playing a prank. The third flicker I see the shadow of a bat! Hitting my husband in the shoulder thinking to myself "he can't see this". Not knowing he was sleeping. Honey! honey! there a bat!! He jumps up and say no way! I am like yeah.. freaking out, I hate creatures... not a big fan of bats. I swear that the events after that could have been a comedy skit off of Saturday Night Live. As Rick is trying to get dress. Because he said he couldn't kill a bat in his underwear he feels to vulnerable. Then he is throwing our dirty laundry at the bat. I'm thinking that's going to do some harm! The bat finally leaves are room and goes into the living room. As soon as the bat and Rick leaves I shut the door and cover the bottom with a blanket. All I could do is laugh, because I could hear Rick on the other side of the door.. just cussing and ranting. Thank God are nephew ( Jarad) was over he hit the bat with my daughter's toy guitar. That's something for the memory books!! Darn old houses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-1262590414760736321?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/1262590414760736321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=1262590414760736321' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/1262590414760736321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/1262590414760736321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/07/bats.html' title='Bats!!!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/Rq6q99KRSeI/AAAAAAAAAE4/lBgoGgocbR4/s72-c/bats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-2870873311310565390</id><published>2007-07-28T17:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T18:30:23.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Rhonda!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/Rqu20dKRSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4uxGnLDW3js/s1600-h/birthday+cake+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092364815969634722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/Rqu20dKRSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4uxGnLDW3js/s320/birthday+cake+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remember the first time meeting my sister in law Rhonda (aka my sis). I went with Rick to his Grandma's house. They were having a family gathering. I was so nervous. Meeting your boyfriends family can be very nerve racking. You don't want them to think your a dork or something worse!! I also thought to myself I hope Rick doesn't just take just anyone to meet his family? Because then they would be like " OH! here's another one of Rick's girl!!" lol. To many things go through girl's heads! Rick introduced me to everyone there. I'm quite shy at first when meeting people you never met before. I just remember sitting in the living room listening to everyone talking. When Rhonda, Rita, and Amy was looking at a new Martha Stewart magazine. I was like "Martha who?" I never had heard of her. This family seemed so in style and elegant. I was thinking to myself how beautiful this family was laughing, loving, and enjoying one an other company. When I met Rhonda she was so sweet, kind, and just this gorgeous blond haired, blue eyed lady. She is still to this day breathe taking. I felt a connection with Rhonda she made me feel welcome. First impressions are important and Rhonda won my heart. I am honored to be her sister in law and apart of her family. Happy Birthday Rhonda you will always in my heart; I love you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this poem I would like to share,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                         Sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;For happy time shared through the years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;for the loyalty, love, the laughter, and tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;For the special things only you can do, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;for all these things, I thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Time and space my separate us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;but heartstrings know no end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm proud to call you my sister,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happier still to call you my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love Ya!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-2870873311310565390?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/2870873311310565390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=2870873311310565390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/2870873311310565390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/2870873311310565390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-birthday-rhonda.html' title='Happy Birthday Rhonda!!!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/Rqu20dKRSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4uxGnLDW3js/s72-c/birthday+cake+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-9002725093444145500</id><published>2007-07-27T09:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T09:34:00.618-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well everything is almost back to normal in the Gohre Family household. Yesterday I didn't have to work, had a lay-off day. Which is great for me. I went down to mom's house to help look through her diabetic material. Code for just talking, gossipping, and giggling about things. I think Roz has been to grandma's house almost everyday since she has been back from the hospital. I have now had to set a time for to call grandma or go down to grandma's. Because she would call at 6:00 am if she could! Keanul went to the fair the other day, it was bracelet day. Boy the fair is getting up their in price! $8 to get in..$20 for the bracelet so they can ride all the cheesy rides they want. :)  Well time to go. Got to get ready for work. :(  yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-9002725093444145500?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/9002725093444145500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=9002725093444145500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/9002725093444145500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/9002725093444145500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/07/well-everything-is-almost-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-5128901964163110457</id><published>2007-07-25T19:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T20:50:55.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aka MY MOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/RqfjgtKRSZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/lsthd08kc1Q/s1600-h/sun-clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091288054783625618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/RqfjgtKRSZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/lsthd08kc1Q/s320/sun-clouds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I have time to absorb everything that happened in the past week; I am ready to blog about it. It's been a very stressful, traumatic, and quite scary week. The thought of losing a love one is terrifying!! My mother in law (aka my mom) was hospitalized last Sunday. She was having a hard time breathing which turn into much worse. Her body was slowly shut down. Like Rhonda said "It is a amazing what modern medicine and alot of prayer can do!" You name it she had it. Low blood pressure, very high blood sugar, heart failure, lung failure, pneumonia . You think to yourself and to the Lord, as selfish as this my sound, I'm not ready to lose her yet! The family isn't ready to lose her yet. It's not time for her to go home to heaven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got to the hospital on Sunday night at 11:30am sitting in the emergency waiting room (woohoo). I'm thinking to myself we have been here way to much the past couple of months! As the doctors were doing their miracle work, there we sat waiting to hear something. It's was 3:30am when I went home to catch some sleep; leaving my husband and his sister at the hospital. Then at 8:30am Rick calls with this small little boyish voice, normally he has a very strong confident voice, as he crying saying they had just kicked him and Rhonda out his mom's room in ICU. As he described what was going on; the only thing I could think of what should I say Lord to comfort him? I let him know I was on my way. And that I loved him more. I made arrangements with one of are friend to watch the kids. That morning Mom had a heart attack. After being under the care of Great doctors and nurses and the whole staff in ICU by Thursday she was finally moved to a regular room. As sad as this sounds to actually cheer that she is in a different room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Monday she was able to come home. Amazing. What a miracle this is. You know I was really thinking that they should really have some kind of manual on how to deal and coupe with situations like this. A manual for how to tell your kids that grandma might not make it. But, regardless I think Rick and I handled it quite well. Even though Rick gave me a little scare. We handle it the best we could at that given time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know some people do not get along with their mother in laws. Which I feel very sorry for them. I guess I am blessed to have such a loving, caring, big hearted, love her to death mother in law ( aka my mom). I hope this is a eye opener to her how much she is loved. I hope this is also an eye opener to love herself, and start being selfish, and take care of herself. Make herself be number 1 (well next to God of course) :) Love Ya, Mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-5128901964163110457?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/5128901964163110457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=5128901964163110457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/5128901964163110457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/5128901964163110457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/07/aka-my-mom.html' title='Aka MY MOM'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/RqfjgtKRSZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/lsthd08kc1Q/s72-c/sun-clouds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-1670715567085086378</id><published>2007-07-19T07:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T07:19:26.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 113</title><content type='html'>Praise the LORD.&lt;br /&gt;Praise, O servents of the Lord,&lt;br /&gt; praise the name of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Let the name of the Lord be praised,&lt;br /&gt;  both now and forevermore.&lt;br /&gt;From the rising of the sun to the place&lt;br /&gt;  where it sets,&lt;br /&gt;  the name of the Lord is to be praised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is exalted over all the nations,&lt;br /&gt;  his glory above the heavens.&lt;br /&gt;Who is like the Lord our God,&lt;br /&gt;  the One who sits enthroned on high,&lt;br /&gt;who stoops down to look&lt;br /&gt;  on the heavens and the earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He raises the poor from the dust&lt;br /&gt;  and lifts the needy from the ash&lt;br /&gt;           heaps;&lt;br /&gt;he seats them with princes,&lt;br /&gt;  with the princes of their people.&lt;br /&gt;He settles the barren woman in her&lt;br /&gt;   home&lt;br /&gt;as a happy mother of children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-1670715567085086378?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/1670715567085086378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=1670715567085086378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/1670715567085086378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/1670715567085086378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/07/psalm-113.html' title='Psalm 113'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-1131652934388543275</id><published>2007-07-13T19:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T20:28:08.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>I remember when I was younger that I admired my Aunt Debbie. She was so vivacious and I just thought she was the must remarkable women that I know. It's funny when you're younger how much you look up to people. How much they impact your life. My Aunt was one of those people for me. Even though we didn't spend alot of time together. It was the time we did. She was in my eyes at that time a very strong women, very independent thinking, very vocal. She was my step-father's sister. When my mother and step-father divorced I no longer seen my Aunt Debbie. But, I will always remember when I got my period and she talked me though it. You know, told me that I wasn't dying (which I thought I was!) and that every women has it.&lt;br /&gt;I can see that my daughter (Rozalynn) has that same admired look when ever she see her Aunt Rhonda. That same kind of joy and anticipation whenever she sees her or know she is coming over to visit.&lt;br /&gt;My son ( Keanul) loves his older cousins Justin, Joel, and Jarad. Jarad is only 3 years older, but boy does he make an impact on Keanul. Keanul very much enjoys spending time with him; hanging out, talking, playing video games! And I love that fact that Jarad has taken Keanul under his wing, like a big brother. I love the fact that they are so close. I love that our family is very close and that we love spending time with one and other. That to me is what family is all about that kind of bond, link, unity, that knot that can't be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Palms 67:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;May God be gracious to us and bless us and make his face shine upon us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-1131652934388543275?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/1131652934388543275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=1131652934388543275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/1131652934388543275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/1131652934388543275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/07/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-8955571894655937779</id><published>2007-07-11T09:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T10:03:05.944-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Challenge is On!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/RpThevqpYuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xJXvs9TXr0k/s1600-h/fhero06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085937797515797218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/RpThevqpYuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xJXvs9TXr0k/s320/fhero06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well we had a great day yesterday. Rozalynn said she had a great Birthday. Yesterday was a day with all her family. Minus one. Which was my mother, she had to work. Now the birthday sweets are done it's back to getting serious with the diet. Or change of life is what I would like to call. I don't like the word diet. It sounds like the word of death... lol . Well this is a short blog today. I got to get ready for work. I hope everyone has a great day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-8955571894655937779?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/8955571894655937779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=8955571894655937779' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/8955571894655937779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/8955571894655937779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/07/challenge-is-on.html' title='The Challenge is On!!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/RpThevqpYuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xJXvs9TXr0k/s72-c/fhero06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-1118533533067179594</id><published>2007-07-09T12:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T13:12:15.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/RpJf-fqpYtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/VapLuy7Y6r8/s1600-h/birthday-cakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085232456511611602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/RpJf-fqpYtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/VapLuy7Y6r8/s320/birthday-cakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tomorrow is my daughter Rozalynn's birthday. She is going to be 7 years old. Boy does time fly by! I can still remember going to the hospital in labor with her. The night I was going in labor my friend Molly, my husband's mother were over at the house sitting with me. My husband (Rick) works 3rd shift. I remember telling him you probably should call in because we are having a baby tonight. He starts work at 10:00pm at night. But he is a supervisor so he felt the need to go in; he says to me just page me and I'll be on my way. So sure enough I was paging him at 12:30 telling him it was time. So it was a race to the hospital. Rozalynn is my second child. Keanul (my son) is now 13 years old. He's labor was only 3 1/2 hours. Went to the hospital at 12pm had him at 3:31 am. So many people have told us your second goes faster. Boy were they wrong!! Rozalynn was in no hurry to come out. 9 hours later she finally decided to come. And what a beautiful baby she was. I know everyone says that about there babies. But she was! The nurses gave her a perfect 10 rating on the Apgar test. So what a day of celebration of a birth. Now she's going to be 7. Still can't believe it.  God has truly blessed my husband and I with not 1, but 2 beautiful children. Thank you Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Matthew 19:14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jesus said," Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Matthew 21:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Do you hear what these children are saying?" they asked him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Yes," replies Jesus, "have you never read," "From the lips of children and infants you have ordained praise'?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-1118533533067179594?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/1118533533067179594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=1118533533067179594' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/1118533533067179594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/1118533533067179594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/07/birthday-girl.html' title='Birthday Girl'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/RpJf-fqpYtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/VapLuy7Y6r8/s72-c/birthday-cakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-1183486884338177080</id><published>2007-07-08T11:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T11:21:50.397-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing Weight  UGGGGHH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My husband and I have been trying to lose weight. You know that healthier living style! Like so many other American we to are over weight. So about a month ago we started walking. Well my husband been more into it than me. I'm a slow learner  :) . Rick has now lost 31 pounds in this month time. Way to go Rick!! How proud I am of him. I have lost 1 pound :( . Rick stop eating fast food, (which I have too) he also stopped drinking soda ( I have cut down). I love soda that's my problem! Nothing like a fountain soda. So this month I am going to put myself more into it. Try a little hard to change. It's hard to change your habits. You really have to tell yourself lets get going. Physically not a problem, just mentally it's a challenge. So I have made up my mind. It's time to get serious now! No more playing around! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-1183486884338177080?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/1183486884338177080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=1183486884338177080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/1183486884338177080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/1183486884338177080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/07/losing-weight-ugggghh.html' title='Losing Weight  UGGGGHH!!!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-3033571411742550858</id><published>2007-07-05T05:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T05:58:55.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/Roy9DPqpYrI/AAAAAAAAADs/hxQ569WOc04/s1600-h/fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083645942837109426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/Roy9DPqpYrI/AAAAAAAAADs/hxQ569WOc04/s320/fireworks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope everyone had a nice and safe Fourth of July. My daughter Rozalynn and I were in are small town parade. It was hot!! But it was fun to be with her. I know I need to cherish  these times. You know the ones were she says "No Mom stay and come with me." Because I know there is going to be the day when she won't want me to stay. The day of independence and no longer needing me to hold her hand. Today was a mental memories for me. As I look at my nieces, my nephew, my son. They are getting so big, so independent. Yesterday was truly Independence Day in my eyes for our younger generation. To be young and free. Thank you to all our troops for providing that freedom for our young generation and for us. They have truly sacrificed alot for the privileges we have now. Thank You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-3033571411742550858?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/3033571411742550858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=3033571411742550858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/3033571411742550858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/3033571411742550858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-hope-everyone-had-nice-and-safe.html' title=''/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/Roy9DPqpYrI/AAAAAAAAADs/hxQ569WOc04/s72-c/fireworks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-8907027603253129262</id><published>2007-07-03T09:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T09:39:12.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Baby Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/RopMVfqpYqI/AAAAAAAAADk/PxjvQLLAEOY/s1600-h/dance_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082959061602362018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/RopMVfqpYqI/AAAAAAAAADk/PxjvQLLAEOY/s320/dance_girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Poor baby!! She has had a rough month of June.  At the beginning of June she broke her arm from trying to jump off the swing.  Instead of jumping off gracefully. She got tangled and ended up falling off backwards. So she has been counting down the days of being able to go swimming and when her cast comes off. Then on Saturday as she was playing down at Grandma's house she fell and cut her ear very badly. So once again to the ER we go. She had to get stitches. So she got 3 stitches in her right ear. What a strong little girl she is. She surprises me every time and surprised the doctors and nurses as well. As we are waiting for the doctor and nurses to come in you can she that she is so calm and collected. When the nurse comes in he was so nice. As he ask her questions and make sure she doesn't have a concussion. He ask her what day is it? She looks at her father, than to me, and then back at him in her sweet little voice June 30. The nurse smiles and said "Right! but day like Monday .... ect.. " Roz looks at him as if what don't you know?! She says to him "Saturday!" The nurse smiles and says "Right again" no concussion here.  So when the doctor comes in Rozalynn was ready to ask questions. Like is it going to hurt? how long is it going to hurt? are you going to use needles? Can my dad hold my hand? So sweetly. She is truly a tough little girl. She did not cry nor did she even say ouch. She is truly my hero!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-8907027603253129262?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/8907027603253129262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=8907027603253129262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/8907027603253129262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/8907027603253129262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/07/poor-baby-girl.html' title='Poor Baby Girl'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/RopMVfqpYqI/AAAAAAAAADk/PxjvQLLAEOY/s72-c/dance_girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-7792060398781637681</id><published>2007-06-28T19:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T20:02:06.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/RoRIXPqpYpI/AAAAAAAAADc/qfWxGezHF-c/s1600-h/beer_guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081265843760358034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/RoRIXPqpYpI/AAAAAAAAADc/qfWxGezHF-c/s320/beer_guy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Isn't it funny how somethings looks so great. Until you buy it and bring it home and it doesn't fit. I bought this blouse the other day and it's my size except in the chest area. Hate that. It's a button up. The button looks as if it's about to pop off and hit someone in the eye! It's seems as if my boobs have gotten bigger or something. What the heck. Now I know that there are alot of women out there that wished that they had boobs. Or big boobs. But the women that have been blessed too much wish they could just donate some and get a tax refund for the donation! It's not so great being big chested. Back aches, the headache of men talking to your boobs, the damn blouses that don't fit your boobs, but fit the rest of you. So you end up buying the next size up which may make you look bigger than what you are. Gees what a dilemma! It sometimes suck being a women. Sometimes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-7792060398781637681?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/7792060398781637681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=7792060398781637681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/7792060398781637681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/7792060398781637681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/06/isnt-it-funny-how-somethings-looks-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/RoRIXPqpYpI/AAAAAAAAADc/qfWxGezHF-c/s72-c/beer_guy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-4343888447427598514</id><published>2007-06-20T20:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T20:45:31.387-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/RnnDnIFkoPI/AAAAAAAAADU/CcMy0_qVOxE/s1600-h/duck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078305131790115058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/RnnDnIFkoPI/AAAAAAAAADU/CcMy0_qVOxE/s320/duck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wonder why people are the way that they are? Some to be lost, some to be wondering around aimlessly. Some know the direction they are meant to go. Why do some keep putting themselves in the same situation over and over again? I don't get it!  I guess that is one of the questions I can ask the big man when it is my time I suppose. I guess what is the hardest for me is see the people you love go through it over and over. Sitting on the side lines waiting for them to learn there lesson. Biting your nails away wondering why can't they see it. Why are they being so blindsided? Or why are they being so stupid? They're not that stupid!! Why are they acting as so? So you sit waiting. Sit. And sit some more. Sometimes waiting to say I told you so. But, I guess that is not what should be said. Maybe that is why we are waiting. Maybe we shouldn't be so gloating and condescending. Maybe a little more compassionate instead. No one likes to hear I told you so, especially from a loved one. At least if you hear from a stranger you just don't care as much. Because the odds of seeing that person again is very slim. So I guess we just need to pray more. Pray for words to say. Pray for patience. Pray for the person that keeps hitting themselves with a brick again and again to stop. Pray for them to see the light. Pray for us to see the light as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-4343888447427598514?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/4343888447427598514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=4343888447427598514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/4343888447427598514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/4343888447427598514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/06/sometimes-i-wonder-why-people-are-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/RnnDnIFkoPI/AAAAAAAAADU/CcMy0_qVOxE/s72-c/duck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-2024286410514664167</id><published>2007-06-16T18:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T19:20:26.894-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry!!! Ugghh!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been working so much it's hard to keep up on the laundry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As I watch it pile and pile up. I think to myself where is my magic lamp, or anything magically. I wish I could just make it all disappear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/RnRrSYFkoOI/AAAAAAAAADM/rZa_tXCmGFM/s1600-h/laundry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076800643401031906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/RnRrSYFkoOI/AAAAAAAAADM/rZa_tXCmGFM/s320/laundry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well I have had an exciting week. Other then working of course. My daughter Rozalynn broke her arm in both bones. She fell off the swing in the back yard. I felt so bad for her. But, what a tough little girl. I think a lot of times we under estimate our children! Don't you think? My son got his final report card with no F's. Which he was so excited he called and left me a message on my phone.  The kids went Thursday and spent the day with their auntie (Rhonda). Which was the high light of the week for kids. Rozalynn was just waiting with anticipation.  As she waited at the window watching for Rhonda's car to pull up the driveway.  Calling her to see if she was still coming and if she left yet. And then you hear a giant Scream and Squeal as she has now seen Rhonda's car. Jumping up and down with joy. Friday comes and the kids and I go for supper with my mother, sister, and my sister's three children. It was nice. We went to rotary gardens walked around talking and giggling at the kids. Had to work today yuk. I am so sick of working... but isn't everyone? Thank God tomorrow is Sunday ( the day of rest and laying around in you undies.) lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-2024286410514664167?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/2024286410514664167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=2024286410514664167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/2024286410514664167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/2024286410514664167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/06/laundry-ugghh.html' title='Laundry!!! Ugghh!!!'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/RnRrSYFkoOI/AAAAAAAAADM/rZa_tXCmGFM/s72-c/laundry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-727575248353589504</id><published>2007-06-08T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T22:34:46.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Well, my husband and I have been going for walks together for the last few days. It has been fun. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/RmoO24FkoNI/AAAAAAAAADE/KKP4XyziYAY/s1600-h/walking01.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073884266117767378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/RmoO24FkoNI/AAAAAAAAADE/KKP4XyziYAY/s320/walking01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; We have been trying to get back into shape. It's nice to be able to have a great relationship with your sole mate - best friend.  We have noticed that are relationship isn't like alot of couples we know. We actually like spending time together. Where there are some couples that don't. What a shame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I mean why be in a relationship that you don't enjoy the other ones company. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well the kids are out of school. I'm dreading my son's final report card. It's going to be scary. He's been slacking this last quarter. I hope that he got his grades back up to passing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time for bed I hope everyone has a good night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-727575248353589504?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/727575248353589504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=727575248353589504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/727575248353589504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/727575248353589504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/06/walking.html' title='Walking'/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/RmoO24FkoNI/AAAAAAAAADE/KKP4XyziYAY/s72-c/walking01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306247312883495031.post-5335179966224359408</id><published>2007-06-06T06:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T06:12:56.127-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/RmaHpYFkoLI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4byj-93J-dk/s1600-h/not2night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072891175189651634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/RmaHpYFkoLI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4byj-93J-dk/s320/not2night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Good morning!! hope everyone has a nice day. I have been busy working.. bummer!! I have been filling in for a lady on vacation. Not much else going on. Here are some quotes that I found that I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;   ~Confucius~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Try not to become a man of success, but a man of value.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  ~ Albert Einstein~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306247312883495031-5335179966224359408?l=sherbear1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/feeds/5335179966224359408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306247312883495031&amp;postID=5335179966224359408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/5335179966224359408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306247312883495031/posts/default/5335179966224359408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherbear1717.blogspot.com/2007/06/good-morning-hope-everyone-has-nice-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Sherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667653334977894387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtHRsPrkJc/TVbTjUK17_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvxnL91m5Wo/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdEWUAMrOWs/RmaHpYFkoLI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4byj-93J-dk/s72-c/not2night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
