<?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-1540537129313322603</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:02:07.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words To Ponder</title><subtitle type='html'>"Isn't it funny the way some combinations of words can give you-almost apart from their meaning-a thrill like music?" C.S. Lewis</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540537129313322603/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~teachmom~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08941155531027401974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/Soc6kNqbAVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Y3Lq3XoNztY/S220/web2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540537129313322603.post-3493359591128808808</id><published>2010-08-30T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T17:11:12.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Monster Within</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/THxG950l8ZI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/PysB8ujICy0/s1600/two_headed_monster_from_electro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/THxG950l8ZI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/PysB8ujICy0/s200/two_headed_monster_from_electro.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511358073302020498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;"'When you're a monster,' she thought, 'you are thanked and praised for not behaving like a monster. She would like to restrain from cruelty and receive no admiration for it.'"-&lt;/b&gt;--Katsa, from &lt;i&gt;Graceling&lt;/i&gt;, pg. 136.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe we are all born in sin. We start young. As kids, we're certain we "have" to have that new toy or we're hungry RIGHT NOW. It doesn't  always occur to us that perhaps that toy is too expensive or maybe we have to wait a half an hour to eat lunch, but we're fairly certain, oftentimes, we will die if we don't have it. As kids, we can tend to be selfish and mean, to get what we want. I am not saying, based on the title of this blog, we are monsters. I am just saying we're each one of us prone to sin. We can &lt;i&gt;act&lt;/i&gt; like monsters. Some people &lt;i&gt;act&lt;/i&gt; like monsters their whole lives because their tendencies and wishes over-rule what they or others &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt;. The quote above is from a book I just read (and enjoyed a lot for the most part) where the main two characters are gifted, or graced, with a talent or ability. Katsa has, or so she thought at the time, the grace of fighting. And her uncle, the king of a middle kingdom, was witness to it and is using her to hurt people. She no longer wants to be used by him, and she wants to do the right thing. So, she started a council where there are people throughout the seven kingdoms that will help her, help others. When she is praised for being helpful to someone, she sort of growls and is wondering why she can't just do good, which is the right thing to do anyway, and there be no praise? Just acceptance. But her reputation for being a 'lady killer' over-rides people's judgement. And perhaps they feel praising her for her new-founded kindness, will drive that behavior in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sort of see this kind of behavior in the public school system, in the way they discipline the students. Let's say Freddie, a 2nd grader, has the reputation for being the troubled kid. He acts out and disrupts the class. He gets punished. But if he has a good day and does what he's supposed to do in the first place, he is given positive attention to reinforce good behavior. I have no qualms about this; after all, in this day and age, what's a teacher to do? But, that said, shouldn't that child already be paying attention in class and not disrupting it? Is telling him he's not acting like a bad boy kind of a 'duh?' given,  that he shouldn't be acting like a bad boy? Kind of what Katsa is saying here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She goes on to say, later:&lt;b&gt;"She knew her [own] nature. She would recognize it if she came face to face with it....A monster that refused, sometimes, to behave like a monster. When a monster stopped behaving like a monster, did it stop being a monster? Did it become something else?"---&lt;/b&gt;Katsa, &lt;i&gt;Graceling&lt;/i&gt;, pg.137.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I believe we are sinners until we die. We're saved by His Grace, and when we accept Him and what He did for us, we're forgiven. But we will always have the tendency to sin. There will be, for as long as we live on this earth, the temptation and foolishness in us that makes us do what we do for ourselves that is not right. Thank God for His Grace, indeed! We might always have the monster within, but with a prayer and asking for forgiveness, we can be saved! When we're not acting like our monster, hopefully we're acting in His love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think? When does your monster make it's appearance(s)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My two-headed monster feeds on anger and impatience, how about yours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540537129313322603-3493359591128808808?l=brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com/feeds/3493359591128808808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1540537129313322603&amp;postID=3493359591128808808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540537129313322603/posts/default/3493359591128808808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540537129313322603/posts/default/3493359591128808808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com/2010/08/monster-within.html' title='The Monster Within'/><author><name>~teachmom~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08941155531027401974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/Soc6kNqbAVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Y3Lq3XoNztY/S220/web2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/THxG950l8ZI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/PysB8ujICy0/s72-c/two_headed_monster_from_electro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540537129313322603.post-2465325769810084260</id><published>2010-08-26T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T14:12:21.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn By Mistakes, or Learn To Make Them?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/THbRjuv6cxI/AAAAAAAAAgA/kkWaKGYS7q8/s1600/mistakes-funding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/THbRjuv6cxI/AAAAAAAAAgA/kkWaKGYS7q8/s200/mistakes-funding.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509821605909000978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Sometimes the best way to convince someone that he is wrong is to let him have his way." –Red O’Donnell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I have learned that having a teenager and ....girls, that arguing often gets nowhere fast. I have also learned, more specifically, that allowing my kids to make choices they might regret helps them learn. Teenagers and....girls in general.... oftentimes like to give lip.They want you to know they can have control and it's useless to argue. For instance, my youngest daughter,aged 7, is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;hard-headed and found oftentimes more than not,in a "hissy" over those small minute things most others might find a way of ignoring. Her bed may not be made right if her sister does it, so she throws a fit. But also, she could be in a mood where she doesn't want to make the bed herself. There are times that arguing or sending her to her room until it's made to her liking doesn't do a thing. She's stubborn and will hold out for as long as she can. Letting her cry it out helps some but if she's in a particular mood,she will calm down just long enough to come convince me why she's right, and it could very well start all over. This is where I have learned to let her sleep on a messy, toy-covered bed that night and let her wake up with aches and marks on her face a toy made. I have become surprised when she makes her bed happily that morning after breakfast. So Red d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;efinitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; has something there, especially pertaining to the discipline of children. They learn their choices might be wrong by letting them go ahead and make them. But do we keep on letting them make the same one, over and over again, not realizing their fault? When is it time to step in and 'say enough is enough,' even for, or especially for, those hard-headed ones? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Our blunders mostly come from letting our wishes interpret our duties."  ~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Our mistakes are often more than not the result of our wishes over-riding our responsibilities. And those responsibilities can reach to something like keeping to a diet or, and---this is my area of many an error----ducking out of what I should be doing (household chores, errands, etc..,) and playing on the computer instead. That being said, I have learned, also as a parent, that letting my older daughter eat something she is slightly allergic to because she wishes to, is better than being strict and saying, "no,no,no" all the time. She often learns her blunder was not worth the while the next morning, experiencing the side-effects of that food. We had just learned of these allergies a couple of months ago. Knowing she was already highly sensitive to food coloring, she was able  to easily stop ingesting it without complaint. But when her newer allergies were discovered via a blood test, she was pretty saddened by it. We removed those things from her regular diet, not knowing most of the side-effects yet. But, if there was something at a friends' house she wanted real badly, instead of telling her flat-out 'no' (since it wasn't a deathly allergy), I allowed her to make the choice. I gave her the power to say, 'will it be worth it?'  to herself. Sometimes to her, it is. Other times, it certainly is not, and regrets it immensely. Throwing up for several hours is not fun. She now happily refrains from eating that food that causes so much distress. Sometimes, our wishes supersede what we ought to really do. No, she should not eat those foods that give her trouble. It's not good for her, and her body is telling her it's a bad thing. Her responsibility will be to make sure she's healthy, and that those choices she might make based on her wishes alone will get her into trouble. And this lesson can most certainly expand out to other wishes and other choices over responsibility. I certainly hope it does. She is learning very fast about the allergies and is happily making the right choices. It did help that we found a local health store with more options. But all in all, this outlook has made it a much easier to deal with restrictions. Of course,if her allergies were much more severe, such as causing death or serious illnesses, we'd have not gone in that direction. But thank God Almighty they were not and we had room to learn, in not such a hard way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I suppose I better get to practicing 'what I preach'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. So, off I get from the computer to focus on those responsibilites called my children. Ha! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Please, feel free to respond! I've love to get feedback! Happy day to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ephesians 5:15-17 "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Be very careful, then, how you live--not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil. Therefore do not be foolish, but understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;  "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;what the Lord's will is."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540537129313322603-2465325769810084260?l=brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com/feeds/2465325769810084260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1540537129313322603&amp;postID=2465325769810084260&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540537129313322603/posts/default/2465325769810084260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540537129313322603/posts/default/2465325769810084260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com/2010/08/learn-by-mistakes-or-learn-to-make-them.html' title='Learn By Mistakes, or Learn To Make Them?'/><author><name>~teachmom~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08941155531027401974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/Soc6kNqbAVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Y3Lq3XoNztY/S220/web2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/THbRjuv6cxI/AAAAAAAAAgA/kkWaKGYS7q8/s72-c/mistakes-funding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540537129313322603.post-1428608683500960018</id><published>2010-08-25T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T02:09:53.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do We Need To Be Cruel To Be Kind, Mr. Lowe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/THTcl1FwvAI/AAAAAAAAAfw/KqyDc9dycDo/s1600/lens5624332_1246455264love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/THTcl1FwvAI/AAAAAAAAAfw/KqyDc9dycDo/s200/lens5624332_1246455264love.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509270786645474306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt;"The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief."  ~William Shakespeare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt;Othello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;In the song,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b0l3QWUXVho"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;Cruel To Be Kind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; Nick Lowe, (and band) is at his wits' end with his friends and the people around him....he's sick of them being mean and stomping on his heart. So he answers with, in the right measure, we should be cruel to them, to show we love them. Should we treat them with the same respect so that they know how it feels and thus, learn a valuable life lesson?  Or do people respond better to kindness in turn? William Shakespeare, in Othella, as quoted above, said that when we smile at the thief, we steal from them. I think that his meaning is this (and I am pretty sure, for most, this is obvious) : that giving to someone kindness when they take away (anything, fill in the blank), robs them of the satisfaction they may have been hoping for [in our possibly negative response Mr. Lowe would have perhaps given]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;But what if our kindness back isn't for our satisfaction, but theirs? How do you think that would work? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, consider this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;Jesus said, 'Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;your enemies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;, and pray for those who persecute you'” (Matt. 5:&lt;wbr&gt;44).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If we took the time to consider what that other person may be going through, given perhaps their reasons for being short, mean, cruel, etc. to you, might we show grace? And if we pray for them that God lead them out of their despair, would that not serve them well? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I really struggle with this. I don't always respond back happily to those who make it a bad day, week, month,....for me. In fact, I have a temper, and I react in full-fledged victim-mode a lot. But in my heart, I know how I need to act. I realize my attitude towards people does not show His Love, which I profess. And that does a disgrace. It is also very dangerous to the souls lost. It does not serve people to be cruel back; they do not learn the lesson  Mr. Lowe was thinking of; rather, if anything, it gives them ample reason to continue on their 'merry' way and be destructive in others' lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I am dealing with this, in fact, right now. No specifics. But I am having a difficult time getting over those minute details handed to me by someone in my life right now. I am allowing everything this person does or says to give me reason to walk away and never give them the satisfaction of "being in my life anymore." As if that's something they'd miss. It may or not be. But I know that allowing myself to think the way I have will only harden hearts. And that's the last thing I'd want. It comes too easily. Forgiving is hard, but it's right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;'Love Thy Enemy As Thyself.' I am sure I can be the enemy in this situation, in this person's life. Dang, that'd stink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I am gonna work on those smiles instead. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family:georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540537129313322603-1428608683500960018?l=brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com/feeds/1428608683500960018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1540537129313322603&amp;postID=1428608683500960018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540537129313322603/posts/default/1428608683500960018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540537129313322603/posts/default/1428608683500960018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com/2010/08/do-we-need-to-be-cruel-to-be-kind-mr.html' title='Do We Need To Be Cruel To Be Kind, Mr. Lowe?'/><author><name>~teachmom~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08941155531027401974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/Soc6kNqbAVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Y3Lq3XoNztY/S220/web2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/THTcl1FwvAI/AAAAAAAAAfw/KqyDc9dycDo/s72-c/lens5624332_1246455264love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540537129313322603.post-2909449775710977081</id><published>2010-08-24T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T18:45:31.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Revamp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ok so obviously I have been a very absent blogger. If it were a class, I'd have failed. Big time. My idea is to get myself back into the writing habit. So I figured I'd start by revamping it. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love quotes and thinking about what the author is saying. And I like to oftentimes, comment on them or use them to make a point. So in some way or other, in each of my blogs from here on out, you will find a quote. I'd love for your interpretations, your thoughts, your comments. Help me get this going and flowing. They might be about schooling (homeschooling or public), they might be from a favorite book, they may even be controversial (one side or the other on the political spectrum). And of course, if you find a quote you'd like for me to blog about, send it my way, either in a comment, in an email, or on my facebook page. I'd love to give it a go. I might have to read and re-read it...maybe even research it. But I will try as soon as possible to give a response. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I started this revamping by renaming it and giving it a quote description. But I am not so sure I like it...not sure if it's bold enough. So if you have any ideas to make it jump out, please let me know! I do however, want to use the quote I have as the description if I can....or any C.S. Lewis quote that qualifies. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks so much for taking a gander. I hope to be "seeing" you on here! &lt;/b&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/1540537129313322603-2909449775710977081?l=brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com/feeds/2909449775710977081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1540537129313322603&amp;postID=2909449775710977081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540537129313322603/posts/default/2909449775710977081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540537129313322603/posts/default/2909449775710977081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com/2010/08/revamp.html' title='The Revamp'/><author><name>~teachmom~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08941155531027401974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/Soc6kNqbAVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Y3Lq3XoNztY/S220/web2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540537129313322603.post-6232458991381752478</id><published>2008-09-17T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T10:13:06.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/SNE6a-1QMFI/AAAAAAAAALE/7Y3kKyV3PV8/s1600-h/DSC00331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247039276080705618" style="WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" height="220" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/SNE6a-1QMFI/AAAAAAAAALE/7Y3kKyV3PV8/s200/DSC00331.JPG" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picture says it all.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540537129313322603-6232458991381752478?l=brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com/feeds/6232458991381752478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1540537129313322603&amp;postID=6232458991381752478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540537129313322603/posts/default/6232458991381752478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540537129313322603/posts/default/6232458991381752478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com/2008/09/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>~teachmom~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08941155531027401974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/Soc6kNqbAVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Y3Lq3XoNztY/S220/web2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/SNE6a-1QMFI/AAAAAAAAALE/7Y3kKyV3PV8/s72-c/DSC00331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540537129313322603.post-5548769908138525507</id><published>2008-08-12T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T12:51:56.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday's Edition of Children's Classics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.5minutesforbooks.com/125/childrens-classics"&gt;&lt;img title="Children's Classics" alt="Children's Classics" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c328/jenndon/childrensclassics.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, some of you may have noticed I theme a lot of my posts around books, and it's oftentimes because I enjoy reading another blog about books, called &lt;a href="http://www.5minutesforbooks.com/page/2/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We're Reading Into Everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (WRIE), but it's also because, well, I LOVE &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;heart&gt;&lt;/span&gt;books, and I am convinced I was born with my nose in a book(instead of the dr. slapping me on the tush to get a reaction, he had to surgically remove my nose from the yellow pages of my copy of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goodnight_Moon"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Good Night, Moon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;;) ). Speaking of my childhood, I've been thinking of the classics I used to love to read, handing off (I hope) that same love to my own children. A classic book, by tradition, was "one written in &lt;a title="Ancient Greece" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ancient_Greece"&gt;ancient Greece&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a title="Ancient Rome" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ancient_Rome"&gt;ancient Rome&lt;/a&gt;." But that has changed and can now include other literature or art: "any pre-1900 book still in print as a classic, or titles that is [a] hundred years or older and still in print, and many books are classed as &lt;a class="new" title="Modern classics (page does not exist)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Modern_classics&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;modern classics&lt;/a&gt; because of their &lt;em&gt;contemporary significance&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;perceived future&lt;/em&gt; significance."&lt;br /&gt;[Retrieved from " &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Classic_book"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Classic_book&lt;/a&gt; ."]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Donovan from WRIE has challenged other bloggers to post today (a) book(s) that fit into this category. I went beyond the one and listed my top five (my bad!). There's a group of chapter books that I consider "classics," for readers in the 8-12 age group, that deserve mentioning;and so, that I will do. A couple of them are older, and then there are some newer ones not quite a century year-old. There's a small pile of books I am reading as an adult now or have planned to read, that I never got around to as a child.&lt;br /&gt;So, on with the "show," top-five style(one being the best). I wanted to list more, more of ones given the honorable John Newbery Medal, like &lt;a href="http://www.madeleinelengle.com/books/wrinkleInTime.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;A Wrinkle in Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Madeleine L'Engle [1959-1960](consider it an honorable mention), but there's entirely too many out there, and I just have too much to say about the top five I have (remember: I have a big mouth! ;) ). I hope other bloggers share my love for the same books and list what I could not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Laura Ingalls Wilder's&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.lauraingallswilder.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Little House On The Prairie [1932-1940's] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;series was given to me as a boxed set, as a little girl, from my grandmother. I loved watching the television show in syndication, and I always enjoyed pretending to live pioneer-style; my grandmother was very much a reader herself, and she was in tune with my likes and dislikes. She poured the love of books all over me, &lt;em&gt;maple syrup style. &lt;/em&gt;;) Anyway, I loved these books. They were sincere, they were historical, and they gave me a sense of the accomplishment we had as a nation, in that the illnesses that plagued Laura's family and friends in that time, no longer sent us into peril. For that, it gave me a reason, as a little girl, to be thankful for things I had. And to me, that's always a good lesson learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nancy_Drew"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Nancy Drew [1930-1970's]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Mysteries, by Caroline Keene. I was very much, from the beginning, a lover of mysteries. I enjoyed a good murder plot (even at the ripe age of 8) and again, it was my grandmother's doing. She set me on this path when she read me some "Jack The Ripper" cases and good ol' Sherlock Holmes sleuthing tales. I read the Nancy Drew books, three or four at a time, on a weekly basis, off my grandmother's shelves. Nancy was a sweet, courageous, smart, and strong-minded young girl/woman who did everything imagineable within her community: she volunteered her time and she had she a lot of friends and authority figures helping her out when she needed them. She was usually very unwelcomed when she started prying into the lives of those who were not honest in their endeavors and who were obviously very crooked. Nancy sleuthed very well, and I enjoyed reading how she was going to get out of a pickle and solve a case the police could not, for whatever reasons, detect themselves. The ND series are classics because Nancy is every little girls heroine with spunk and brains, and, because, they've been around since the early-to-mid-twentieth century. And despite that fact, or because of it, they always felt very modern to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.harpercollinschildrens.com/harperchildrens/kids/gamesandcontests/features/charlottesweb/default.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Charlotte's Web[1952]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;by E.B. White is a Newbury Medal-winning story about adventurous talking animals, and what kid doesn't like talking animals, who act out human emotions and display qualities we have when it comes to friendship and loyalty? It tells a tale of a spider becoming heroic, despite her nasty habit of killing and sucking the blood out of insects("...I eat anything that gets caught in my web. I have to live, don't I?"), and her ability to sacrifice her life to help save her friend, the pig, Wilbur. While it brings on the tears, it also reminds young children that it's not about being popular, but about how a loyal friend can make you feel alive. It clarifies what children, today especially, need to learn about how to treat each other, and in my book, that's a very important lesson to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anne of Green Gables [1908-1939]&lt;/span&gt;by L.M. Montgomery is one series I picked up as an adult; fairly recently, in fact. I had picked up the first one for my older daughter to read, but realized she was then, at age 6, not ready for it. So I read it myself and thoroughly enjoyed it: so much so, I ordered the next three from Amazon and read through them quickly. I consider this series a sort-of Canadien version of LHOTP. Obviously, the story line is different and that also of the characters, but the at-home feeling they give you, as if you know the character personally right away, is that much like what Laura makes you feel when she first introduces her young self and her family. Anne is an orphan who makes up a lot of things in her mind to make her not-so-lovely life much more manageable. Because of her wild temperament and imagination, Anne finds(thinks) she's very hard to love, and thus, to adopt. And it's only by "accident," that she gets pulled from her orphanage and taken to an older couple, only they are really ready for a boy to help on the farm, not a helpless girl! But they were wrong, and she was wrong: she's very lovable, very helpful, and she becomes a happy, well-balanced girl: they take her in and raise her while she gives them great joy and amusement in the midst of the trouble she often finds herself in. This series makes you laugh, cry, and imagine. And it gives a child hope. I have yet to finish the complete series, but hopefully, when my daughters become as happy with them as I have, we can finish them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Swiss Family Robinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[1812]&lt;/span&gt;, by &lt;a title="Johann David Wyss" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johann_David_Wyss"&gt;Johann David Wyss&lt;/a&gt;, is a work-in-progress for me right now, but so far, I am seriously wondering why I never read it as a child? I picked it up earlier this summer in hopes of reading it and involving my children. Just last week, I took it off my shelf and began reading it, to get the feel for it. Least to say, I have become so engrossed in it, that I have not yet started reading it aloud to my children. I know, my bad. I want to, and I plan to. And then I will bring out the movie and reminisce of how I watched it as a child, not realizing then, that it was a book first. And, to me, that is a tragedy. I don't want my children to get the idea that Hollywood always comes up with these great screenplays out of the blue, but instead, I want them to know that, much of the time, they are derived from great classics like this one. What I like about this book, is that while in fear and wonder for this family's future, I am also learning about things I never knew. There are Science lessons, Historical lessons, and life-lessons one can only &lt;em&gt;REALLY &lt;/em&gt;learn by living them out, but also, the reader becomes engaged in the adventures this family has to endure and wants to know how they come to the conclusions that they do. A pastor and his wife, and four sons, do everything they have to do to survive a shipwreck. They hunt, they build, they garden, they share. And they pray. I really like that about the book, too. All of their faith is wound up in this book and it is strengthened, not weakened, by this struggle for survival. Also, it's funny. They find animals and train them, and the boys make mistakes that give the family time to breath and escape the harshness of thier island, by laughing. And while I still am reading this great classic, I think I've witnessed enough of it to enter it into this category. If you and your children are in need of a late-summer adventure before returning to school, or even to dive in while&lt;em&gt; in&lt;/em&gt; school (it's a good before-bed story,too!), then pick this up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to be able to continue this list in the future, for a bigger reading age group, and for this one, too.&lt;br /&gt;A last thought: if you don't like watching beach volleyball or wrestling this Olympic Season, pick up a classic! If not for you, then for your witnessing children! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540537129313322603-5548769908138525507?l=brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com/feeds/5548769908138525507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1540537129313322603&amp;postID=5548769908138525507&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540537129313322603/posts/default/5548769908138525507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540537129313322603/posts/default/5548769908138525507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com/2008/08/tuesdays-edition-of-childrens-classics.html' title='Tuesday&apos;s Edition of Children&apos;s Classics'/><author><name>~teachmom~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08941155531027401974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/Soc6kNqbAVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Y3Lq3XoNztY/S220/web2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540537129313322603.post-3193275509550094865</id><published>2008-08-06T14:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T14:31:15.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of books,....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/SJoVP9esviI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tIVgsK3KmoY/s1600-h/home_ted_sitting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231517281089797666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="218" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/SJoVP9esviI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tIVgsK3KmoY/s200/home_ted_sitting.jpg" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just found a new Christian, thriller author I like. Alot. I was getting tired of reading authors like King or Dean Koontz, as they were getting too raunchy and vulgar for me. I like a good thriller or scary book, but not if it distracts me from the true story at hand.Mary Higgins Clark is pretty good, as she stays clean and even while telling of the romance that results from fear or heartache, her stories still sometimes leave me feeling empty, especially since I tend to read these books in a 24-Hr. period. That can be both a good thing and bad thing: good in that it's THAT good to read through, bad in that I just spent $8 or more and then it's gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; So, while in B&amp;amp;N and looking in the "religious" section, Dh said he heard of an author by the name of &lt;a href="http://www.teddekker.com/site.php?content=author_bio"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ted Dekker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, who was supposed to be pretty good. So I found some of his. Thre3, House, and The Saint are the first three that I've read; it turns out, I thoroughly enjoyed them as well! Dekker brings a cool aspect to a thriller: not just the psychological aspect that makes someone do crazy, horrible things, but the Spiritual aspect, too, that drives us human beings towards evil. We walk a thin line between good and evil every day, and sometimes, we slip and fall, making horrible choices; other times, we make a special effort to do good for people and remove ourselves from the mirror that we like to look at all too often (in other words, being selfish). When we've allowed ourselves grace for making those mistakes instead of asking for it from Him, we become numb to the direct (and indirect) correlation(s) between evil, and it's consequences; and that's where Spiritual Warfare becomes  part of us and we've become not just Spirtitually disfunctional, but Psychologically as well (i.e., what the world tells us is right and wrong). Dekker haunts us with some good thoughts after coming away from his books: he gives us food for thought and a good reason to pray, not just for ourselves, but most importantly, for others. And I, as a faulted human being, forget to do that sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I recommend Dekker to those of you who, like me, enjoy a good thriller but are hungry for that "something else" that King, Koontz or Higgins-Clark doesn't and can't bring. I think Dekker was given this gift and he uses it to reach people. And that's a good thing! &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/1540537129313322603-3193275509550094865?l=brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com/feeds/3193275509550094865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1540537129313322603&amp;postID=3193275509550094865&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540537129313322603/posts/default/3193275509550094865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540537129313322603/posts/default/3193275509550094865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com/2008/08/speaking-of-books.html' title='Speaking of books,....'/><author><name>~teachmom~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08941155531027401974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/Soc6kNqbAVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Y3Lq3XoNztY/S220/web2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/SJoVP9esviI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tIVgsK3KmoY/s72-c/home_ted_sitting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540537129313322603.post-2654361764400504829</id><published>2008-08-06T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T14:01:19.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More On Reading:What Kind of A Reader ARE you!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What Kind of Reader Are You?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Literate Good Citizen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 87%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;You read to inform or entertain yourself, but you're not nerdy about it. You've read most major classics (in school) and you have a favorite genre or two.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Dedicated Reader&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 84%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Book Snob&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 80%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive Bookworm&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 77%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Fad Reader&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 8%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Non-Reader&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 0%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_kind_of_reader_are_you"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Kind of Reader Are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Create Your Own Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know;I think I am more nerdy than I am given credit for. I was born with my nose in a book. ;) I also will read all those "nerdy" sci-fi and fantasy books if they're good enough"" for me (I can be quite the book snob, too!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of a reader are  &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540537129313322603-2654361764400504829?l=brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com/feeds/2654361764400504829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1540537129313322603&amp;postID=2654361764400504829&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540537129313322603/posts/default/2654361764400504829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540537129313322603/posts/default/2654361764400504829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-on-readingwhat-kind-of-reader-are.html' title='More On Reading:What Kind of A Reader ARE you!?'/><author><name>~teachmom~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08941155531027401974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/Soc6kNqbAVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Y3Lq3XoNztY/S220/web2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540537129313322603.post-5750924115108249772</id><published>2008-07-29T18:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:01:03.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's On Your Nightstand--July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.5minutesforbooks.com/89/whats-on-your-nightstand"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228612659496522130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/SI_Dgu1mkZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/j-bGglBVyR4/s200/Nightstand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; I read. A lot. And then I make lists of books I want to read. A lot. And I read fiction faster than non-fiction. I have a bookshelf by my bed and it's piled high with books I need to read, books I've read, and books I started reading and am slowly going back and forth with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I try real hard to review the books I have read, but I forget and don't always do it, most of the time. I find other things to do. I need to get better at that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I also belong to an online bookshelf called&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.shelfari.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Shelfari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;It's my virtual bookshelf where I can list all my favorites, my to-d0's that I own, my reads in general, and my wishlist. My wishlist is HUGE and ever-growing. And I usually have my Amazon cart stocked high and go back to edit it before I actually buy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Fortunantly, I am married to a reader and we've bred readers. Or sometimes that is unfortunant when you look at the lack of space we have for our books and BIG NEED for the shelves to fill them. It's kind of a half-empty/half-full glass kind of thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I did happen to read and review a book I've read fairly recently, called The Shack, by William P. Young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You can find that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com/2008/06/shack-thoughts.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Other than that, my books read and unread, are Ted Dekker's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.teddekker.com/site.php?content=album&amp;amp;album=29555"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thr3e,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teddekker.com/site.php?content=album&amp;amp;album=38274"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;House&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.teddekker.com/site.php?content=album&amp;amp;album=89140"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saint&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; C.S. Lewis's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0060652934/cslewisfound-20"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The ScrewTape Letters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And the non-fic right now are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dumbing-Down-Curriculum-Compulsory-Schooling/dp/0865714487/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1217382692&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dumbing Us Down&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;by John Taylor Gatto&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; and a family history tale called&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Chickasaw-Mississippi-Scout-Union-Recounted/dp/0807131016/ref=sr_1_10?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1217382818&amp;amp;sr=1-10"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chickasaw:A Mississippi Scout For The Union, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;by Levi Naron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I've got a lot to read too, for the benefit of my children, including homeschool curriculum. I have read and started to read their History texts and I am looking at some Phonics materials. Those are always fun because sometimes, I am learning new things right there with them and we're making it a fun experience learning them together! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So what about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.5minutesforbooks.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;What's on Your Nightstand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540537129313322603-5750924115108249772?l=brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com/feeds/5750924115108249772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1540537129313322603&amp;postID=5750924115108249772&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540537129313322603/posts/default/5750924115108249772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540537129313322603/posts/default/5750924115108249772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-on-your-nightstand-july.html' title='What&apos;s On Your Nightstand--July'/><author><name>~teachmom~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08941155531027401974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/Soc6kNqbAVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Y3Lq3XoNztY/S220/web2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/SI_Dgu1mkZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/j-bGglBVyR4/s72-c/Nightstand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540537129313322603.post-5316564355827487057</id><published>2008-07-12T17:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T17:37:10.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/SHlNreXSNpI/AAAAAAAAAEM/VvOvSA-Mi-c/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222290652193240722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" height="198" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/SHlNreXSNpI/AAAAAAAAAEM/VvOvSA-Mi-c/s200/untitled.bmp" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Today, we had our first high-desert thunder and lightening storm. After it got done making light and noise, it poured water on us. The girls took this opportunity to run and dance and sing and play in the glorious volley. Talk about natural smiles and laughter! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Note to self: stop paying studios to take pics with fake smiles! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I loved taking these and they loved playing while I did so. I am praying for more summer storms! :) &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/1540537129313322603-5316564355827487057?l=brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com/feeds/5316564355827487057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1540537129313322603&amp;postID=5316564355827487057&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540537129313322603/posts/default/5316564355827487057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540537129313322603/posts/default/5316564355827487057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com/2008/07/rain-play.html' title='Rain Play'/><author><name>~teachmom~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08941155531027401974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/Soc6kNqbAVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Y3Lq3XoNztY/S220/web2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/SHlNreXSNpI/AAAAAAAAAEM/VvOvSA-Mi-c/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540537129313322603.post-8310959809073738481</id><published>2008-07-08T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T15:16:29.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our House Is In The Middle of Our Street!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/SHPlordHxvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ybB0N_Z2j2M/s1600-h/1Rodell2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220768880074934002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/SHPlordHxvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ybB0N_Z2j2M/s200/1Rodell2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KEdZrV0j6zM"&gt;For real...it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://graphjam.com/2008/06/13/song-chart-memes-location-of-house/"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1684" height="343" alt="song chart memes" src="http://graphjam.wordpress.com/files/2008/06/jeffholton668.gif" width="407" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            more &lt;a href="http://graphjam.com/"&gt;graph humor and song chart memes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540537129313322603-8310959809073738481?l=brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com/feeds/8310959809073738481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1540537129313322603&amp;postID=8310959809073738481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540537129313322603/posts/default/8310959809073738481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540537129313322603/posts/default/8310959809073738481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-house-is-in-middle-of-street.html' title='Our House Is In The Middle of Our Street!'/><author><name>~teachmom~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08941155531027401974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/Soc6kNqbAVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Y3Lq3XoNztY/S220/web2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/SHPlordHxvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ybB0N_Z2j2M/s72-c/1Rodell2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540537129313322603.post-6915581398622189760</id><published>2008-07-01T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T23:58:14.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will It Deter People Or Not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cache.smarthome.com/images/80001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://cache.smarthome.com/images/80001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Two new laws dealing with the use of wireless telephones while driving go into effect July 1, 2008. It’s important to note one of the two laws places added restrictions on drivers under 18 years of age. Below is a list of Frequently Asked Questions concerning these new laws(you can also get this from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lacantdrive.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/cell-phone-faq-2008.pdf"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;CHP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;site):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Q: When do the new wireless telephone laws take effect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;A: The new laws take effect July 1, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is the difference between the two laws?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;A: The first prohibits all drivers from using a handheld wireless telephone while operating a motor vehicle. (Vehicle Code (VC) §23123). Motorists 18 and over may use a hands-free device. Drivers under the age of 18 may NOT use a wireless telephone or hands-free device while operating a motor vehicle(VC §23124).&lt;br /&gt;Q: What if I need to use my telephone during an emergency, and I do not have a hands- free device?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;A: The law allows a driver to use a wireless telephone to make emergency calls to a law enforcement agency, a medical provider, the fire department, or other emergency services agency.&lt;br /&gt;Q: What are the fines if I’m convicted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;A: The base fine for the FIRST offense is $20 and $50 for subsequent convictions. According to the Uniform Bail and Penalty Schedule, with the addition of penalty assessments, a first offense is $76 and a second offense is $190.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Will I receive a point on my drivers license if I’m convicted for a violation of the wireless telephone law?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;A: NO. The violation is a reportable offense: however, DMV will not assign a violation point.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Will the conviction appear on my driving record?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;A: Yes, but the violation point will not be added.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Will there be a grace period when motorists will only get a warning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;A: NO. The law becomes in effect on July 1, 2008. Whether a citation is issued is always at the discretion of the officer based upon his or her determination of the most appropriate remedy for the situation.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are passengers affected by this law?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;A: No. This law only applies to the person driving a motor vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do these laws apply to out-of-state drivers whose home states do not have such laws?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;A: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can I be pulled over by a law enforcement officer for using my handheld wireless telephone?A: YES. A law enforcement officer can pull you over just for this infraction.&lt;br /&gt;Q: What if my phone has a push-to-talk feature, can I use that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;A: No. The law does provide an exception for those operating a commercial motor truck or truck tractor (excluding pickups), implements of husbandry, farm vehicle or tow truck, to use a two-way radio operated by a “push-to-talk” feature.&lt;br /&gt;Q: What other exceptions are there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;A: Operators of an authorized emergency vehicle during the course of employment are exempt as are those motorists operating a vehicle on private property&lt;br /&gt;DRIVERS 18 AND OVER&lt;br /&gt;Drivers 18 and over will be allowed to use a hands-free device to talk on their wireless telephone while driving. The following FAQs apply to those motorists 18 and over:&lt;br /&gt;Q: Does the new “hands-free” law prohibit you from dialing a wireless telephone while driving or just talking on it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;A: The new law does not prohibit dialing, but drivers are strongly urged not to dial while driving.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Will it be legal to use a Blue Tooth or other earpiece?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;A: Yes, however you cannot have BOTH ears covered.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Does the new hands-free law allow you to use the speaker phone function of your wireless telephone while driving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;A: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Does the new “hands-free” law allow drivers 18 and over to text page while driving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;A: The law does not specifically prohibit that, but an officer can pull over and issue a citation to a driver of any age if, in the officer’s opinion, the driver was distracted and not operating the vehicle safely. Text paging while driving is unsafe at any speed and is strongly discouraged.&lt;br /&gt;DRIVERS UNDER 18&lt;br /&gt;Q: Am I allowed to use my wireless telephone hands free?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;A: NO. Drivers under the age of 18 may not use a wireless telephone, pager, laptop or any other electronic communication or mobile services device to speak or text while driving in any manner, even hands free. EXCEPTION: Permitted in emergency situations to call police, fire or medical authorities. (VC §23124).&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why is the law stricter for provisional drivers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;A: Statistics show that teen drivers are more likely than older drivers to be involved in crashes because they lack driving experience and tend to take greater risks. Teen drivers are vulnerable to driving distractions such as talking with passengers, eating or drinking, and talking or texting on wireless phones, which increase the chance of getting involved in serious vehicle crashes.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can my parents give me permission to allow me to use my wireless telephone while driving?A: NO. The only exception is an emergency situation that requires you to call a law enforcement agency, a health care provider, the fire department or other emergency agency entity.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Does the law apply to me if I’m an emancipated minor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;A: Yes. The restriction applies to all licensed drivers who are under the age of 18.&lt;br /&gt;Q: If I have my parent(s) or someone age 25 years or older in the car with me, may I use my wireless telephone while driving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;A: NO. You may only use your wireless telephone in an emergency situation.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Will the restriction appear on my provisional license?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;A: No&lt;br /&gt;Q: May I use the hands-free feature while driving if my car has the feature built in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;A: NO. The law prohibits anyone under the age of 18 from using any type of wireless device while driving, except in an emergency situation.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can a law enforcement officer stop me for using my hands-free device while driving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;A: No. For drivers under the age of 18, this is considered a SECONDARY violation meaning that a law enforcement officer may cite you for using a hands-free wireless phone if you were pulled over for another violation. However, the prohibition against using a handheld wireless telephone while driving is a PRIMARY violation for which a law enforcement officer can pull you over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;So, my question is, after all this info is given and folks have seen "NO" as the answer half the time for want of use while driving(without hands-free devices), will it actually keep them from doing it anyways? My answer then, is yes, for many and NO, for those idiots who can't find life outside of talking on the phone at all hours of the day, in all activities, and who think the devices are 'uncool.' Some people are just idiots. And thus, very uncool already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&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/1540537129313322603-6915581398622189760?l=brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com/feeds/6915581398622189760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1540537129313322603&amp;postID=6915581398622189760&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540537129313322603/posts/default/6915581398622189760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540537129313322603/posts/default/6915581398622189760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com/2008/07/will-it-deter-people-or-not.html' title='Will It Deter People Or Not?'/><author><name>~teachmom~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08941155531027401974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/Soc6kNqbAVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Y3Lq3XoNztY/S220/web2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540537129313322603.post-8440475373832872471</id><published>2008-06-15T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T19:46:07.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Days like these that...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/SFXT4X3QSPI/AAAAAAAAACs/tmY0z6KQfk4/s1600-h/DSC02407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212305109183121650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/SFXT4X3QSPI/AAAAAAAAACs/tmY0z6KQfk4/s200/DSC02407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I am especially thankful for my dh and his family. My parents live far away and with gas prices as they are, it's hard visiting with my brother and his family. So, my dh and I went to church this morning and heard a good message and then we came home and had a nice dinner with his parents, brother and his wife, and his uncle, and have been visiting since 2 this afternoon. Good laughs, relaxed atmosphere, and just a nice day all around. I miss my parents and family a ton, but it makes it easier having dh's around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;My dh is a wonderful father and husband and I am blessed to have been married to him these last nearly fourteen years, with many more to come. He loves his children, he teaches his children, he plays with his children. I could not have asked for anything more. I will never regret marrying him and having his children. Ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540537129313322603-8440475373832872471?l=brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com/feeds/8440475373832872471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1540537129313322603&amp;postID=8440475373832872471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540537129313322603/posts/default/8440475373832872471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540537129313322603/posts/default/8440475373832872471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-days-like-these-that.html' title='It&apos;s Days like these that...'/><author><name>~teachmom~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08941155531027401974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/Soc6kNqbAVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Y3Lq3XoNztY/S220/web2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/SFXT4X3QSPI/AAAAAAAAACs/tmY0z6KQfk4/s72-c/DSC02407.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540537129313322603.post-187469036921096092</id><published>2008-06-12T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T21:16:01.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fertile Farmer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thefertilefarmer.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211214925796015186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/SFH0XWRI_FI/AAAAAAAAACk/6RgbsJAvCc4/s200/sproutingpeas-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I am posting this poem, and it's not mine. Kadi Prescott wrote it in hopes of reaching new moms, experienced moms, struggling moms, sharing with all that parenting isn't easy, but we all try and with His love and grace, we are able to bring them up. I think this poem is beautiful because it's so true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Kadi has a website that she was going to sell but decided it worth more than money, and I agree. She wants to reach moms and help them, and along with some other moms out there to give insight and tender advice, etc., and I want to help support that. So, if you're reading this and feel like you may need some encouragement, or just want to also support her in this, please visit her blog! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Here's her poem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefertilefarmer.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The Fertile Farmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;, by Kadi Prescott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;There once was a farmer. Seven seeds she did sow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;She knew nothing of farming. It was “learn as you go”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;She planted them, nourished them, and hoped for the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;But her thumb was not green, unlike all the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The other farmers would snicker and stare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Saying, “Seven seeds? She wouldn’t dare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;She’s not a great farmer and can’t handle those seeds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Her tools are too puny to provide for their needs.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The farmer had tools that were humble and small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;But she figured them better than nothing at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;She used her tools to tend the seeds daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Even though there were times she did not do it gaily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;There were many times when she’d tend to them wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Or she’d worry that one would not grow to be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;But she kept right on farming and tending those seeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;She tried hard to provide for all of their needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;She soon learned to ignore all the other rude farmers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Whose own smug pride she refused to let harm hers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;As spring and summer were nearing an end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;All she could do was call on a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;“Please God,” she would pray. “I’ve done all I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I’ve tried to raise them according to plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;But I’m just one farmer, and I know I’m not gifted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;So I’ll hand them over, to you they are lifted.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;For many weeks, the farmer waited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;to see what would happen, her breath always baited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The leaves are now changing. Harvest season is near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The farmer, still trusting in her Father dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;She loves her sprouts, but fears the unknown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;She hopes they produce the good things she’s sown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;She thinks back to a time when they were just seeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Times she had to deny them of things that weren’t “needs.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Would some of her choices turn out to be wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Would they still grow into plants that were fruitful and strong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;These answers are hidden from the farmer’s view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;She has to trust God to know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;For He’s the real farmer of things great and small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;We depend on Him, for our harvest, come Fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thanks for sharing your gift with others, Kadi! :)&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/1540537129313322603-187469036921096092?l=brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com/feeds/187469036921096092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1540537129313322603&amp;postID=187469036921096092&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540537129313322603/posts/default/187469036921096092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540537129313322603/posts/default/187469036921096092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com/2008/06/fertile-farmer.html' title='The Fertile Farmer'/><author><name>~teachmom~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08941155531027401974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/Soc6kNqbAVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Y3Lq3XoNztY/S220/web2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/SFH0XWRI_FI/AAAAAAAAACk/6RgbsJAvCc4/s72-c/sproutingpeas-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540537129313322603.post-1861858254806618411</id><published>2008-06-10T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T21:12:58.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Orchestra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://music.vassar.edu/assets/images/orchestra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://music.vassar.edu/assets/images/orchestra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"An orchestra requires men with different talents and, within limits, different tastes; if all men insisted upon playing the trombone, orchestral music would be impossible. Social co-operation, in like manner, requires differences of taste and aptitude, which are less likely to exist if all children are exposed to the same influences than if parental differences are allowed to affect them." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Bertrand Russell &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I imagine my children in a life orchestra. One might play the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/f/f6/Old_violin.jpg/428px-Old_violin.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;violin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;, the other the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pro.corbis.com/images/42-17516545.jpg?size=572&amp;amp;uid=%7B07F49B78-5820-4587-8C8F-CA38768CE134%7D"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;trombone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;, and perhaps my youngest, the loudest instrument she can find. Their instruments would have to fit their personality to a "t." My oldest is quiet and reserved and absolutely brilliant. He has technique but wouldn't want to flaunt it, so he'd not agree to solo parts, I don't think. But then again, if he had his choice, I think it would be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p312/JERMDADDY/Taylors/G6KPrototypeKoaAcousticGuitar009.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;guitar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(still quiet and tame enough) or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cnx.org/content/m14533/latest/drums.png"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;drums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; (loud, but he can hide behind them). Do those even exist within an orchestra? My middle is artistic and loves to make people smile and be happy. She likes the attention, too. She carries all she can on her even when she doesn't have to. Her personality is big, so would be her instrument. My youngest , oh, loving but destructive daughter! What can she play and beat up endlessly? Perhaps back to the drums, but she wouldn't want to hide. She likes being THERE in your face. But she is also very sensetive and hates criticism. Mmmmm. Yes! I've got it! The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artdrum.com/IMAGES/PHOTOSDRUMSINSTRUMENTS/GONGS-WIND-14-INCH-GONG_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;gong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;! It's probably not orchestra material, but probably neither is my Elora. She's got the gong in her, me thinks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I really don't care what instrument my children end up playing, if they even ever play one. I'd like for each of them to get some sort of musical training and see if they like it. Musical talent runs through the family (although it's skipped me entirely!) and I think they each have the potential to play something and if they like it, there's their opportunity! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My point is, in posting this is, I want to give them each, according to their personalities and learning styles, the chance to thrive. I don't think I began homeschooling them for any ol' reason. And I don't think it was an accident that we started doing so when my middle had to have heart surgery that Fall. I believe God gave us this and we ought to make good use of it. My children, for as long as we have the right, get to learn at their own pace and thrive in the areas they love and hold firm to. They are their own orchestra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;P.S./update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I found&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmusicalinstrumentshouldyouplayquiz/"&gt; this quiz &lt;/a&gt;that asks you questions that might assign you your instrument. I thought it was interesting. Only you know you, as well as only you know your child(ren), so I wouldn't put this quiz to heart. But it's interesting, nonetheless.Btw, if I had the music talent, according to this quiz, I'd be the guitarist. Makes some sense. &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/1540537129313322603-1861858254806618411?l=brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com/feeds/1861858254806618411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1540537129313322603&amp;postID=1861858254806618411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540537129313322603/posts/default/1861858254806618411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540537129313322603/posts/default/1861858254806618411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-orchestra.html' title='My Orchestra'/><author><name>~teachmom~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08941155531027401974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/Soc6kNqbAVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Y3Lq3XoNztY/S220/web2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540537129313322603.post-7842119925257456973</id><published>2008-06-05T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T16:25:41.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellis Island Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dma-infotech.com/images/Statue_of_Liberty_1923_DJK_plane_sm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.dma-infotech.com/images/Statue_of_Liberty_1923_DJK_plane_sm.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have always like history and I especially like the family-tree kind. I still have yet to track down a relative who came here via Ellis Island. I would love to one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Regardless, I was just thinking today about the absolute fear and excitement an immigrant had looking for hope and work with their eye on the statue of liberty as they came in through the harbor. They wanted a different life and they came here looking for one. So I tried to put myself in a young girls' shoes from Ireland after their potato famine. What was she and those around her thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bear with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Another poem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/SEhxoCelfLI/AAAAAAAAACc/vxgQTGBK3o8/s1600-h/26ellisland_span.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208537901727841458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/SEhxoCelfLI/AAAAAAAAACc/vxgQTGBK3o8/s200/26ellisland_span.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Sitting Chair &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Amy Naron&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Violent in odors of past pioneers, it's&lt;br /&gt;Pitched strangely to one side in rocking motion&lt;br /&gt;It bears age and lacks favor for it's company.&lt;br /&gt;And yet it pulls itself off with a masked blanket of&lt;br /&gt;Promise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many others stayed their turn in anxious,&lt;br /&gt;intense wonder?&lt;br /&gt;Hours of white-knuckling and teeth-clenching,&lt;br /&gt;bothered with intense heat and sweat in a humid, drab&lt;br /&gt;and horrifying room,&lt;br /&gt;on an island made for prospects. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if drowned out by her own fears&lt;br /&gt;of what was to come,&lt;br /&gt;she missed echoes of begging,&lt;br /&gt;denials, renaming.&lt;br /&gt;Nursing wounds of yesterday, she wraps herself&lt;br /&gt;in the sweet song of her childhood in&lt;br /&gt;A land left in turmoil, left in drought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chorus of protest dipped in praise&lt;br /&gt;engulfed her burning ears.&lt;br /&gt;Whimpers of want mixed with shaming&lt;br /&gt;mockery, and yet&lt;br /&gt;with a trust, a hope, a&lt;br /&gt;measure of welcome by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the colossus that which&lt;br /&gt;stands tall in robe and crown.&lt;br /&gt;And in shackles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken thought brings her back&lt;br /&gt;to her abrupt and lisping name.&lt;br /&gt;Taken aback, she stands away&lt;br /&gt;from the broken chair she clung to&lt;br /&gt;so fiercely.&lt;br /&gt;She walks away with all her&lt;br /&gt;hopes and dreams in one&lt;br /&gt;sweeping breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will she go now?&lt;br /&gt;Where does her future now lie?&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/1540537129313322603-7842119925257456973?l=brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com/feeds/7842119925257456973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1540537129313322603&amp;postID=7842119925257456973&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540537129313322603/posts/default/7842119925257456973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540537129313322603/posts/default/7842119925257456973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainhalitosistherapy.blogspot.com/2008/06/ellis-island-thoughts.html' title='Ellis Island Thoughts'/><author><name>~teachmom~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08941155531027401974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/Soc6kNqbAVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Y3Lq3XoNztY/S220/web2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgHu7e6rElA/SEhxoCelfLI/AAAAAAAAACc/vxgQTGBK3o8/s72-c/26ellisland_span.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
