<?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-6894305877173826214</id><updated>2011-12-09T00:03:45.538-08:00</updated><category term='motherhood'/><category term='Romance'/><category term='Pursuit of Excellence'/><category term='challenges'/><category term='RS Lesson'/><category term='Blessings'/><category term='Book Club'/><category term='Achievements'/><category term='Recipes'/><category term='Wealthy Woman'/><category term='Inspiration'/><category term='rewards'/><title type='text'>Howells Happenings</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to our family's new blog!  We're going to keep you in touch with all of the Howells Happenings throughout the year.  Visit us often and watch us grow!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-3376185193374026662</id><published>2010-09-05T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T19:53:59.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Blog</title><content type='html'>I started another blog today.&amp;nbsp; I guess I just like to compartmentalize my life. :)&amp;nbsp; I've got my family blog (here), my writing blog, my CFS blog, and now I have a blog that will be my scripture study journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're welcome to drop by and join the discussion anytime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and you may want to give it a week or two before seeing if there's anything interesting to discuss. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://my-mormon-musings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mormon Musings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-3376185193374026662?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/3376185193374026662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=3376185193374026662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/3376185193374026662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/3376185193374026662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-new-blog.html' title='My New Blog'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-1832387043572957225</id><published>2010-08-11T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T14:55:28.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funniest Commercial Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/Fitxofd7kOA/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fitxofd7kOA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fitxofd7kOA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-1832387043572957225?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/1832387043572957225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=1832387043572957225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/1832387043572957225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/1832387043572957225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2010/08/funniest-commercial-ever.html' title='Funniest Commercial Ever'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-6560667645252762028</id><published>2010-07-25T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T11:00:34.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyara's Scribbles</title><content type='html'>Hey, y'all!&amp;nbsp; I just wanted to let you know that Kyara is joining me in our Fiction Friday fun.&amp;nbsp; You can read her stories at&lt;a href="http://kyara-howells.blogspot.com/"&gt; http://kyara-howells.blogspot.com/ &lt;/a&gt;every Friday.&amp;nbsp; She did a really fun piece this week -- I think you'd like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiction Friday is usually a really short piece of fiction based on a prompt that we're given.&amp;nbsp; It's a quick, fun read, and I love to see how different writers take the prompt in different directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-6560667645252762028?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/6560667645252762028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=6560667645252762028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/6560667645252762028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/6560667645252762028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2010/07/kyaras-scribbles.html' title='Kyara&apos;s Scribbles'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-2568280393382815320</id><published>2010-06-06T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:08:49.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I looked forward to Mother's Day this year.&amp;nbsp; I admit to feeling like I deserved it.&amp;nbsp; I mean, being a mom is the hardest thing I've ever done or could imagine doing.&amp;nbsp; It's tough!&amp;nbsp; I thought my kids should show me a little appreciation just for hanging in there and not running for the hills.&amp;nbsp; (Trust me, the thought has crossed my mind.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's just say the little darlings didn't disappoint.&amp;nbsp; My Mother's Day was purely delightful.&amp;nbsp; It started the night before when my kids cleaned the house. =)&amp;nbsp; I woke up to Monkey Bread for breakfast.&amp;nbsp; When I walked out of my room, a clean loft greeted me.&amp;nbsp; I did not dodge or trip over one single item!&amp;nbsp; Wonderful.&amp;nbsp; The children were kind and funny and sweet.&amp;nbsp; There was no fighting or even bickering.&amp;nbsp; They pampered me perfectly.&amp;nbsp; They reminded me once again why I decided to have children in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d5463784e5467334e7a553d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Click to play this Smilebox greeting: 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href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/2568280393382815320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=2568280393382815320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/2568280393382815320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/2568280393382815320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-mothers-day.html' title='A Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-3348736222236611515</id><published>2010-05-03T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T13:41:14.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Author Interview!</title><content type='html'>As in, I'm the author being interviewed!&amp;nbsp; How cool is that?&amp;nbsp; Thank you,   Dorothy, it was a pleasure to participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/djpXBz"&gt;We Do Write &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-3348736222236611515?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/3348736222236611515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-1245812544864385896</id><published>2010-04-22T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T16:55:25.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monty Python's CFS Ability Scale</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2eMkth8FWno&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2eMkth8FWno&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at the one legged head butting stage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-1245812544864385896?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/1245812544864385896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=1245812544864385896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/1245812544864385896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/1245812544864385896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2010/04/monty-pythons-cfs-ability-scale.html' title='Monty Python&apos;s CFS Ability Scale'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-6026901186782696166</id><published>2010-03-28T11:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T11:30:48.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://blip.tv/play/AYGJ5h4C" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="350" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-6026901186782696166?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/6026901186782696166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=6026901186782696166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/6026901186782696166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/6026901186782696166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2010/03/never-forget.html' title='Never Forget'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-2575183429415779984</id><published>2010-03-28T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T11:12:58.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh, Not Much</title><content type='html'>Nothing out of the ordinary interrupted the normal hum of the Howells's schedule this week.  Gabe and Gavin had Scouts, Johnette and Anneli worked on self-defense at Mutual, Romney had a behind the wheel driving lesson.  Rom worked and I rested.  We got a new printer that is pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, instead of blogging about nothing, here is my review of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Persian Pickle Club&lt;/span&gt; by Sandra Dallas for our book club:  &lt;a href="http://shelli-proffitt-howells.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Persian Pickle Club.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is a short short story I wrote for Fiction Friday.  They give you a prompt, you write for five minutes, then post the results (unedited, gasp!) to your blog:  &lt;a href="http://shelli-proffitt-howells.blogspot.com/2010/03/fun-friday-beast.html"&gt;Fun Friday -- The Beast.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prompt was “Shhh… did you hear that?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-2575183429415779984?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/2575183429415779984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=2575183429415779984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/2575183429415779984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/2575183429415779984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2010/03/eh-not-much.html' title='Eh, Not Much'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-5369959592601004167</id><published>2010-03-21T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T13:37:31.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S6aCFMbYm1I/AAAAAAAAATk/9llFBOVs98o/s1600-h/shamrock-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S6aCFMbYm1I/AAAAAAAAATk/9llFBOVs98o/s200/shamrock-main_Full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451187424725605202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;St. Patrick's Day is not a big deal to me.  Growing up, it was simply a day of panic if you forgot and arrived at school without wearing green.  It was also the source of one of my most embarrassing moments, when I pinched a girl on the butt and she was loudly offended.  For some reason, it didn't occur to me that you could pinch someone on the arm and it would mean the same thing.  Lesson learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know how certain traditions have a way of sneaking up on you?  I've discovered we have a family tradition that I didn't even know was a family tradition.  I can't remember when I started it, or worse, when the kids started to expect it.  In any case, it is rather simple and easy to do, so I'm on board now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eat Green Eggs and Ham for dinner.  I (or this year, Ana) chop up ham, and heat it up in a pan.  I mix eggs with green dye, then pour them in the pan with the ham and scramble them.  The ham soaks up some of the green dye, and voila -- green eggs and ham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I don't have pix.  Let's just say it tastes better than it looks.  And, now that I'm embracing the tradition, I've bought some shamrock paper plates that were on sale at Walmart for next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-5369959592601004167?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/5369959592601004167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=5369959592601004167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/5369959592601004167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/5369959592601004167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S6aCFMbYm1I/AAAAAAAAATk/9llFBOVs98o/s72-c/shamrock-main_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-8458150410010958269</id><published>2010-03-14T13:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T13:46:33.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My "Citizens"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S51JRarU7nI/AAAAAAAAAS0/5wSIIi6eSpk/s1600-h/March+6+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S51JRarU7nI/AAAAAAAAAS0/5wSIIi6eSpk/s320/March+6+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448591687755820658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Congratulations to Gavin for getting Student of the Month!  As I've mentioned before, Student of the Month is a very prestigious honor.  It is the highest award offered at our elementary school.  The kids love it because not only do you get a cool Bautista Creek Student of the Month t-shirt, but you also get a TROPHY!!!  And best of all, you get a certificate for a free kid's meal at Mimi's Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the great things Gavin's teacher, Ms. Pereda, had to say about Gavin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gavin is an amazing student who loves to learn!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S51KgPAyE0I/AAAAAAAAAS8/cFb4sjOdptU/s1600-h/March+6+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S51KgPAyE0I/AAAAAAAAAS8/cFb4sjOdptU/s320/March+6+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448593041834251074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  He has overcome many obstacles he didn't even realize were obstacles.  Instead, we see his bright and smiling face every day.  He enjoys an academic challenge, and takes on all of the challenges his teacher gives him quite eagerly.  His peers look up to him, and he's a great model for accomplishing classroom responsibilities.  Gavin, you are a terrific student!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin has now joined his brother, Gabriel, in the two-timers club.  This is his second award; the first was when he was in kindergarten.  Gavin told me, "Mom, you have two citizens now!"  Yes, I do, Gavin.  I'm very proud of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note:  Is anyone else weirded out by this guy?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S51K8rjbD4I/AAAAAAAAATE/vf-KVl5WehM/s1600-h/March+6+0121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S51K8rjbD4I/AAAAAAAAATE/vf-KVl5WehM/s320/March+6+0121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448593530532073346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-8458150410010958269?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/8458150410010958269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=8458150410010958269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/8458150410010958269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/8458150410010958269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-citizens.html' title='My &quot;Citizens&quot;'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S51JRarU7nI/AAAAAAAAAS0/5wSIIi6eSpk/s72-c/March+6+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-572913503058988677</id><published>2010-03-07T13:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T13:57:01.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gavin is Eight!</title><content type='html'>Turning eight is so exciting!  Gavin's birthday was February 21.  It was a Sunday, so he didn't get to go out for dinner, but he did get to choose what he wanted to eat.  We had crunchy fried chicken and biscuits.  He opened his present that day, too.  My brain was so focused on getting his dinner menu right that I didn't get his cake and ice cream, so we splurged on cake and BANANA SPLITS the next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the fun things about being eight is you get to go to Cub Scouts!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S5QdUOpCuFI/AAAAAAAAASU/HsoESgNBTOQ/s1600-h/March+6+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S5QdUOpCuFI/AAAAAAAAASU/HsoESgNBTOQ/s200/March+6+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446010082762602578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Gavin was welcomed to Scouts with the Blue and Gold dinner.  They had spaghetti, salad and rolls.  Gabe and Gavin got to sit at a table alone with all their friends, no grown ups.  They each had a cake to decorate before they devoured them for dessert.  Gavin also had his first den meeting where they picked up trash.  I'm thinking the dinner may have been more fun, but Gavin seemed to think picking up trash was pretty wonderful, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we all know that the best part about turning eight is getting baptized!  Gavin was so excited for weeks ahead.  We told him that he could choose who would stand in the circle during the confirmation.  He was so cute calling all the men he wanted to be there and inviting them.  We have so many wonderful friends here in this ward.  The circle was a bit crowded, I must say!  Gavin was lucky, and both sets of grandparents were able to attend, as well as Aunt Jacqueline (although she wasn't part of the circle ;)  ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S5QemCnS_4I/AAAAAAAAASc/H66w614QrMM/s1600-h/March+6+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S5QemCnS_4I/AAAAAAAAASc/H66w614QrMM/s200/March+6+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446011488283328386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gavin chose his brother Romney to baptize him.   They were both a bit nervous, I think.  It was so sweet to watch them walking into the chapel with their arms around each other.  Of course, I cried like a baby when Gavin was baptized.  I always do, but this time it wasn't just for Gavin, but because my Romney was worthy to perform this priesthood ordinance.  It's not an easy thing to do, and it was a wonderful thing for a mother to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they were headed to the font, Gavin told Romney he was going to pee when he got in the water.  Romney told him, "Oh, no, you can't do that!  You're going to have to wait until after."  Gavin assured him it would be OK, because he would wait until the water was up to his waist, and he really, really had to go.  Romney had the presence of mind to suggest they go to the bathroom really quickly before the baptism.  I think Lauren Wojcik, who was after Gavin, appreciated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Gavin was going into the water, the material on his pants was so stiff, he couldn't bend his knees like he had practiced.  His feet started to float up, so Romney held him in a second longer.  Gavin panicked a little, and his feet really shot up then!  Luckily, everything was fine, and he didn't need a do-over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out to dinner at Red Robin afterward.  It was delicious, we had a lot of fun, and Gavin got an ice cream sundae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday and Congratulations, Gavin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-572913503058988677?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/572913503058988677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=572913503058988677' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/572913503058988677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/572913503058988677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2010/03/gavin-is-eight.html' title='Gavin is Eight!'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S5QdUOpCuFI/AAAAAAAAASU/HsoESgNBTOQ/s72-c/March+6+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-1592227200974873981</id><published>2010-03-04T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T09:28:52.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I'm a Winner</title><content type='html'>With all the awards shows going on right now, I want to remind you all that I am a winner, too!  Here are a few of the awards that I, personally, have won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S4_tfH_ZEnI/AAAAAAAAASE/3MdnBLG06qI/s1600-h/its.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S4_tfH_ZEnI/AAAAAAAAASE/3MdnBLG06qI/s400/its.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444831593490879090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S4_tVqQS-XI/AAAAAAAAAR8/lp8BanLlCBM/s1600-h/dodo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S4_tVqQS-XI/AAAAAAAAAR8/lp8BanLlCBM/s400/dodo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444831430889896306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S4_tLLZ3okI/AAAAAAAAAR0/JuMoH4-X-lI/s1600-h/award+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S4_tLLZ3okI/AAAAAAAAAR0/JuMoH4-X-lI/s400/award+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444831250809856578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the "s" word, but I'm not the one giving the award!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-1592227200974873981?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/1592227200974873981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=1592227200974873981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/1592227200974873981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/1592227200974873981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2010/03/becaue-im-winner.html' title='Because I&apos;m a Winner'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S4_tfH_ZEnI/AAAAAAAAASE/3MdnBLG06qI/s72-c/its.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-5404623196164045375</id><published>2010-02-28T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T09:40:29.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He'll Be the Death of Me Yet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S4qmdUPnM5I/AAAAAAAAARk/H63KSvA4u9k/s1600-h/Romney+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S4qmdUPnM5I/AAAAAAAAARk/H63KSvA4u9k/s320/Romney+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443346122211275666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember that feeling when you bring your newborn home?  Your child is so tiny, so frail, so fragile, you hover over him.  You check his breathing six times a night.  You panic if he sleeps in later than his usual schedule.  He seems so perfect to you, you worry in the back of your mind that Heavenly Father just might decide he needs this baby back.  This fear of death usually goes away after a few months.  But with Romney?  Well, let's just say he has a way of bringing that fear back every so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because he's so passionate about life.  Or maybe, more likely, it's because he's impulsive and doesn't think things through very well.  Whatever it is, he is such an accident prone child!  My worried mother's heart gets no rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding his scooter in the rain led to a chip of bone that still floats around in his chin.  Skimboarding at the beach gave him his first broken bone.  Notice I said first?  A stick in the foot meant a nasty infection that lasted months.  And who can forget that horrible bike accident that landed him in the emergency room just a few months ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a trip to the Urgent Care yesterday.  Romney had been complaining about pain in his chest right under his ribs.  At first, I thought it was indigestion from those nasty Taki chips he eats.  But it was worse the next day, and the next.  I've learned from experience that if I take him in, it's usually nothing, but if I don't, it will be something serious.  I erred on the side of caution.  And ... it was nothing.  A bruised rib or strained muscle caused by swimming or coughing too hard.  Nothing to do about it but give him some ibuprofen and let it heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pacified, I let him go to the concert last night.  He comes home late and wakes me up at 12:45 am.  "Mom, I think I broke my arm," he tells me.  He was in the mosh pit, and some guy kicked him deliberately.  There is a bump on his forearm that makes me think he might be right.  So, we'll wrap it up and put it in a sling today, and take him right back to the doctor tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention he has started driving?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-5404623196164045375?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/5404623196164045375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=5404623196164045375' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/5404623196164045375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/5404623196164045375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2010/02/hell-be-death-of-me-yet.html' title='He&apos;ll Be the Death of Me Yet!'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S4qmdUPnM5I/AAAAAAAAARk/H63KSvA4u9k/s72-c/Romney+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-2335786935289501174</id><published>2010-02-23T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T13:43:16.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympic Observations</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Whoa! It's like that American skater is auditioning for the role of Carrie's prom date with that hair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"Thinking Canada should be putting their ice dancers on the hockey team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"Is it me or does anyone else wonder if that's Will Ferrell down there doing a parody of ice dancing? No? Just me, then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chest hair sequins have no place in the Olympics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"So a Terry Goodkind novel just threw up on the ice dancing rink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleen Lindsay via Twitter (@colleenlindsay)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-2335786935289501174?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/2335786935289501174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=2335786935289501174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/2335786935289501174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/2335786935289501174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2010/02/olympic-observations.html' title='Olympic Observations'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-4175233907539191341</id><published>2010-02-21T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T14:54:39.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is In the Air</title><content type='html'>The Howells family had a very wonderful Valentine's Day, and I hope you all did, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrying on the tradition, we had our Valentine's Day breakfast for dinner.  The menu included pancakes by Johnette, a lovely yogurt and berry parfait, bacon, applesauce with cinnamon hearts (only I couldn't find the hearts and had to settle for Red Hots), berry punch, a Valentine's fortune cookie, and a heart-shaped donut for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and fun abounded for all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5455784f4455304e6a593d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Click to play this Smilebox greeting: Valentine's Day" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5455784f4455304e6a593d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" width="386" height="303" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Create your own greeting - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" width="386" height="46" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;Make a Smilebox &lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/ecards" target="_blank"&gt;greeting card&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-4175233907539191341?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/4175233907539191341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=4175233907539191341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/4175233907539191341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/4175233907539191341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love Is In the Air'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-6698375682682212888</id><published>2010-02-14T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T14:07:13.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness Is ...</title><content type='html'>My birthday!  Everyone really outdid themselves.  Johnette started my day off perfectly by cleaning the ENTIRE house the night before.  Anneli helped her with it; the boys were not quite so receptive to the idea.  So, the morning of my birthday, when I stumbled out of bed to wake the children for school, I did not step on one single item!  It was heavenly.  I looked around the loft, and the tidiness made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got lots of "Happy Birthday" wishes as the kids came in for morning family prayers.  After prayer, they broke out in a spontaneous rendition of "Happy Birthday" for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one of the worst parts about being a mom is having to bake your own birthday cake.  It just seems wrong!  Well, I definitely didn't have to worry about that this year!  My dear friend, Josie, came by after lunch with one of her world class cakes.  It was a cinnamon bundt cake with heart shapes around the top.  This is Gabriel's all time favorite cake.  He thinks Josie should go into business.  Sadly, the cake didn't last long enough for me to get a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S3hym_XXooI/AAAAAAAAAQU/g8K3sNVg4vs/s1600-h/Feb14+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S3hym_XXooI/AAAAAAAAAQU/g8K3sNVg4vs/s320/Feb14+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438222564219921026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that afternoon, my other dear friend, Lisa, brought me a birthday cake, also!  This one was a triple decker chocolate fudge cake layered with fudge frosting and marshmallows.   It was so tall, I asked, "How am I going to be able to eat this?"  Romney then replied, "Like this!"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S3hy71NWA5I/AAAAAAAAAQc/4gbqw8MNQuM/s1600-h/Feb14+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S3hy71NWA5I/AAAAAAAAAQc/4gbqw8MNQuM/s320/Feb14+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438222922270770066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  He then took a huge bite out of my beautiful cake!  Needless to say, that ended up his piece of cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received some lovely cards from thoughtful friends.  My parents sent me the most wonderful book through the mail ... and it arrived right on time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband surprised me with a card and lots of chocolate.  OK, it wasn't really a surprise.  A card and lots of chocolate are actually required on my birthday.  He then took me out to dinner at Benjarong, our very favorite Thai restaurant in Redlands.  It was super delish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't often enjoy my birthdays, but this time, I just had a very happy, content feeling all day long.  Thank you to my wonderful, loving, thoughtful friends and family for making my day so fantastic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-6698375682682212888?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/6698375682682212888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=6698375682682212888' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/6698375682682212888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/6698375682682212888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2010/02/happiness-is.html' title='Happiness Is ...'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S3hym_XXooI/AAAAAAAAAQU/g8K3sNVg4vs/s72-c/Feb14+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-4414196833577119749</id><published>2010-02-07T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T09:39:04.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When It Rains, It Pours!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S273whTPKlI/AAAAAAAAAPo/FHzQmnJB0BE/s1600-h/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S273whTPKlI/AAAAAAAAAPo/FHzQmnJB0BE/s200/rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435554213227604562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah, fate has a funny sense of humor!  Rom's fantastic day at the store two weeks ago sparked a run that rivaled our best week ever.  It was wonderful!  We felt like we had a little breathing room, finally.  Last week continued to be good, although not quite equaling the week before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rom was in the store Friday morning when he heard a huge crash!  Apparently, a car driving by kicked up a huge chunk of concrete that shattered our east window.  And it was raining.  Of course.  Take that, happy hopeful Howells!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad it happened on Rom's day of work (sorry, honey!), because he took care of everything masterfully.  The window was fixed by the end of the day, and the damage to our checking account was less than expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're starting to move into the "mattress season."  I bet you didn't even know there was a mattress season, did you?  People are starting to get their tax returns.  President's Day is coming up.  Then Memorial Day.  Ending with Labor Day.  Good times.  Even better, we have finally found someone to cover Sundays for us who leaves us with a profit at the end of the day!  We are experimenting this month.  He is also covering my days for me during my birthday and our tent sale.  If he's successful (come on, it's not that hard to be more successful than me!), then we might make it a permanent solution.  Fingers crossed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-4414196833577119749?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/4414196833577119749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=4414196833577119749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/4414196833577119749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/4414196833577119749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When It Rains, It Pours!'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S273whTPKlI/AAAAAAAAAPo/FHzQmnJB0BE/s72-c/rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-2105252152177708359</id><published>2010-01-31T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T11:29:08.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay Off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S2XZv25RibI/AAAAAAAAAPA/1r7Tf-vgGVo/s1600-h/money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S2XZv25RibI/AAAAAAAAAPA/1r7Tf-vgGVo/s320/money.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432987941705189810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rom and I give our children a cash incentive to do well at school.  The rule is $20 if you make honor roll in elementary school, $20 if you have at least 3.0 with no more than one C, and $50 if you hit the almighty 4.0.  We've been lucky; so far, we'd only had to pay the $50 once, Kyara's freshman year in high school.  Well, Johnette has finally broken the streak.  She got a 4.0 on her report card.  It was too funny -- she showed it to me and said, "Look, Mom, I only got one 'bad' grade!"  She had one A; the rest were A+.  My husband cheerfully paid her $50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like this is going to be a bad year for us.  Anneli missed the $50 by just one B, and she is determined to get straight A's this semester.  Gabriel is likely to get honor roll this year.  Romney is improving in his new school and could be a contender again.  Gavin, thankfully, is too young for honor roll.  I think we better pray the business does well this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bragging?  You bet I am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-2105252152177708359?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/2105252152177708359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=2105252152177708359' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/2105252152177708359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/2105252152177708359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2010/01/pay-off.html' title='Pay Off!'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S2XZv25RibI/AAAAAAAAAPA/1r7Tf-vgGVo/s72-c/money.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-4570746837290327502</id><published>2010-01-26T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T12:31:18.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sad!</title><content type='html'>Blogger deleted all my blog lists!  Now I have to figure out who I was keeping tabs on.  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-4570746837290327502?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/4570746837290327502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=4570746837290327502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/4570746837290327502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/4570746837290327502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-sad.html' title='So Sad!'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-5137512097073406831</id><published>2010-01-24T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T11:00:23.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnette's First Dance!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know it's hard to believe, but my sweet Johni turned 14 on the second of this month!  We didn't do anything spectacular for her birthday -- just cake and ice cream, and she got Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins as a gift.  The real initiation as a 14 year old came last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnette looked so cute for her first dance!  She has such a flair for fashion.  She went with some of the girls from the ward.  Dances are so strange now days.  The girls all stand in a big circle and dance together.  Johnette felt kind of shy, but they were sweet about encouraging her to join in.  I guess the boys kind of dance to themselves, too, on the fast songs and then zero in on the girls for the slow ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnette was asked to dance by two boys!  Not bad for your first stake dance, I'd say.  The great fear of these dances is that no one will ask you to dance.  I can't wait for her to get more confidence, lose the shyness, and really start having fun!  She is such a hoot, and I know the guys will be lining up for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next dance, I'm insisting that Romney go with her.  They can help each other get over the awkwardness.  I'll have to take pictures next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-5137512097073406831?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/5137512097073406831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=5137512097073406831' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/5137512097073406831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/5137512097073406831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2010/01/johnettes-first-dance.html' title='Johnette&apos;s First Dance!'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-1924130438226485683</id><published>2010-01-23T14:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T14:01:48.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting My Feet Wet</title><content type='html'>Well, I said I was going to start taking my writing seriously, and so I've begun! On my writer's blog, I've posted the beginning of a new short story. I would love to have you check it out and give me your impressions -- did the opening effectively "hook" you, were my descriptions effective, did it leave you wanting to read more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shelli-proffitt-howells.blogspot.com/2010/01/calling-all-critics.html"&gt;http://shelli-proffitt-howells.blogspot.com/2010/01/calling-all-critics.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-1924130438226485683?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/1924130438226485683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=1924130438226485683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/1924130438226485683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/1924130438226485683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2010/01/getting-my-feet-wet.html' title='Getting My Feet Wet'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-6933848085305697381</id><published>2010-01-10T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T14:19:16.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Welcome New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S0pSXO8fvhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/QZdwqTh0-q0/s1600-h/happy-new-year002.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S0pSXO8fvhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/QZdwqTh0-q0/s200/happy-new-year002.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425239260223487506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the feel of a new year!  I don't know why that single turn of the calendar page makes such a big difference, but it does.  It's like shutting the door on everything that didn't quite work out the way you wanted.  Everything is possible again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I do traditional New Year's resolutions any more.  Instead, I take a little time to get the feel of the new year and decide what is going to be important to me.  I've decided that this year I will focus on two things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My health.  It seems like I've been approaching my health the wrong way for a long time, and I've been paying for it.  It's been one step forward and two steps back, and I don't like where I've ended up.  My new plan is to take one step back and two steps forward.  I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CFS is all about energy.  In the past, my routine has been to build up a little energy, and then rush out and use it all up.  Build up a little more, then rush out and use it all up.  Kind of like yo-yo dieting, what I've discovered is that each time I do that, it's harder to build my energy back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new plan is that I am going to steadily build my energy up without interruption.  I'm going to severely limit my outside activities -- nothing beyond the absolute necessary.  I'm going to focus on eating healthy and gently exercising every day.  I'm going to listen to my body and rest, rest, rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Now that I've announced it to the world ... I'm going to focus on my writing.  I want to finish my first novel, and I want to learn the art of the short story, and I want to get something published.  Writing, as my dear husband has observed, is something that energizes me.  So, this is the year of taking it seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-6933848085305697381?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/6933848085305697381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=6933848085305697381' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/6933848085305697381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/6933848085305697381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-new-year.html' title='A Welcome New Year'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S0pSXO8fvhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/QZdwqTh0-q0/s72-c/happy-new-year002.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-3304426135755542484</id><published>2010-01-07T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T16:41:45.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Announcement!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;Many of you know that I have been working on a novel. My goal this year is to finish it and to become a published author. So, as all serious authors do, I have created a writing blog for those of you who want to follow me on my journey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shelli-proffitt-howells.blogspot.com" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this),"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://shelli-proffitt-howells.blogspot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-3304426135755542484?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/3304426135755542484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=3304426135755542484' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/3304426135755542484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/3304426135755542484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2010/01/big-announcement.html' title='Big Announcement!'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-1382860754676707901</id><published>2010-01-05T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T18:37:51.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proffitts Plus Biggest Loser 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S0P2o0fN5RI/AAAAAAAAAOs/o99pymKLNWY/s1600-h/BiggestLoser_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S0P2o0fN5RI/AAAAAAAAAOs/o99pymKLNWY/s400/BiggestLoser_logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423449557428987154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right!  The Proffitts plus extended friends and family are starting a Biggest Loser contest!  Contest runs four months.  Contestants each contribute $25, and the winner gets the pot.  (of money.  we're not buying actual pot.)  Romney is signed up for it; although I'm not an official contestant (Rom nixed it -- he thinks I'll overdo), I'm going to be working with the rest of you all to try to get rid of the weight I've put on over the last couple of years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just started yesterday.  Enrollment is still open if anyone else would like to join us!  Danyelle is organizing the event for us.  You can e-mail her at danikynaston@gmail.com .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!  Woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-1382860754676707901?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/1382860754676707901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=1382860754676707901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/1382860754676707901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/1382860754676707901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2010/01/proffitts-plus-biggest-loser-2010.html' title='Proffitts Plus Biggest Loser 2010!'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/S0P2o0fN5RI/AAAAAAAAAOs/o99pymKLNWY/s72-c/BiggestLoser_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-170174217550631388</id><published>2010-01-03T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T13:14:18.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving and Christmas</title><content type='html'>This year, we decided we would spend Thanksgiving with the Howells and Christmas with the Proffitts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John and Terri had a timeshare in Palm Springs this year.  They invited us out before Thanksgiving dinner.  We arrived pretty early (OK, early for me!), and the kids enjoyed some time swimming in the pool and playing air hockey.  It was a gorgeous day, just warm enough.  Ana had the most fun, throwing herself into the activities and spending time with her cousin, Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time at the timeshare, we moved to Stephanie's house for dinner.  It was a huge gathering!  Melanie was supposed to leave the day before, but her flight was canceled.  That meant that we had all the Howells siblings, minus Ike, for the dinner.  Dinner was very nice, but I gotta tell you -- I missed our traditional Thanksgiving meal horribly!  Can you believe it -- Costco rolls and Sara Lee pie?  Blasphemy.  I won't even start on the stuffing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was a little different this year, too.  We stayed home for Christmas Eve for the first time I can remember.  Rom took the kids out caroling a bit, and I stayed home and rested.  We had soup in mini sourdough bowls for dinner, and that was nice.  We were able to use my Christmas dishes I had bought about five years ago and hadn't yet used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, the kids opened up Christmas jammies and gifts from their exchange.  It was funny; Romney wasn't in the Christmas mood at all, until he opened his pajamas.  I hadn't even blinked, and he was already changed into them.  He brightened considerably, and his Scrooge imitation magically disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in bed early, surprise, surprise!  We got up at 8 am to open gifts.  Then, we went to Mom's for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I realize why I love our traditional dinners so much.  Yes, it is rich, sumptuous, delicious food.  But it is so much more than that!  This was the first year I really noticed how much love goes into making that meal.  Dad rubbing coarse sea salt on the turkey for four days in a row before cooking.  Mom's incredible rolls.  Papa's old stuffing recipe.  Mom's famous cheesecake.  Dad cutting up the turkey and pausing to give me a bite of stuffing fresh from the bird.  Dad giving me a taste of Mom's orange rolls, a wonderfully successful experiment this year.  And Dad always announcing, before dessert, that Mom really outdid herself with the cheesecakes this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of my favorite traditions have fallen by the wayside since I'm not quite up to them anymore.  But I think I've learned that if I focus on the love at Christmas, Christmas will always be perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-170174217550631388?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/170174217550631388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=170174217550631388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/170174217550631388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/170174217550631388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2010/01/thanksgiving-and-christmas.html' title='Thanksgiving and Christmas'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-8874216487216465290</id><published>2010-01-02T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T09:57:39.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happiness Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.happiness-project.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.happiness-project.com/happinessprojectbadge.jpg" width="125" height="125" alt="Happiness Project" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've joined the Happiness Project, and I've signed a pledge to become happier in the year 2010.  Here's how it works:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each month, Gretchen Rubin, author of "The Happiness Project," will propose an area of life to tackle in your happiness project and suggest simple, manageable resolutions to help you boost your happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The areas for each month are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;January--&lt;strong&gt;Energy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;February--&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;March--&lt;strong&gt;Work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;April--&lt;strong&gt;Money&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;May--&lt;strong&gt;Mindfulness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;June--&lt;strong&gt;Order&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;July--&lt;strong&gt;Spirit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;August--&lt;strong&gt;Fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;September--&lt;strong&gt;Family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;October--&lt;strong&gt;Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;November--&lt;strong&gt;Attitude&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;December--&lt;strong&gt;Boot Camp Perfect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Click on the image above if you want to join me for a happier 2010!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-8874216487216465290?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/8874216487216465290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=8874216487216465290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/8874216487216465290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/8874216487216465290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2010/01/happiness-project.html' title='The Happiness Project'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-1279330326380352018</id><published>2009-12-05T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T18:07:26.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Switched at Birth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Abby is one of the toddlers in Rom's nursery class at church.  Her mom, Robyn, shared the following conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-family: georgia;" class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Robyn: Abby, we need to make good choices.  Abby: I want to make Santa cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;Rom swears she's a Proffitt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-1279330326380352018?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/1279330326380352018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=1279330326380352018' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/1279330326380352018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/1279330326380352018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/12/switched-at-birth.html' title='Switched at Birth?'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-4124426930700804928</id><published>2009-11-29T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T10:09:41.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyara's Graduation</title><content type='html'>Tsk, tsk, tsk.  I am really far behind!  Well, in case some of you weren't aware yet -- Kyara graduated from high school!  With honors, no less!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Hemet seems like a tiny little town, it is actually much bigger than it looks.  We arrived early for the ceremony, but apparently not early enough!  We found a spot high up in the bleachers spread over three rows.  There were over 500 students graduating.  We were lucky -- since Kyara was graduating with honors, we didn't have to wait to long before her name was called.  We yelled and cheered!  She was very cute and excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d1bd3d0199b25694" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd1bd3d0199b25694%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330385906%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7EB8B45796F6947C95805535E8D504A0EC347AD2.14387A9636F57534A32A86526B0F82F24C651711%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd1bd3d0199b25694%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrlWAI-y1qI7C5UquzyWhoe0dp3g&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd1bd3d0199b25694%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330385906%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7EB8B45796F6947C95805535E8D504A0EC347AD2.14387A9636F57534A32A86526B0F82F24C651711%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd1bd3d0199b25694%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrlWAI-y1qI7C5UquzyWhoe0dp3g&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the graduation ceremony, we all went out to dinner at Chili's.  It was a sweet moment for all of us, knowing that our big girl would soon be moving on.  And the chocolate lava cake.  That was sweet, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyara ended up attending her grad night, which was held in the auditorium and lasted until something ridiculous, like 4 am.  She had a blast, though, and I'm happy she went.  I think she would have regretted it if she hadn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, Kyara!  We are very proud of your accomplishments.  You are a pioneer in our family, paving the way for the rest of our kids, showing them what can be done if you put your mind to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-4124426930700804928?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/4124426930700804928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=4124426930700804928' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/4124426930700804928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/4124426930700804928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/11/kyaras-graduation.html' title='Kyara&apos;s Graduation'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-6145927170840661242</id><published>2009-11-22T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T08:08:26.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Thankful</title><content type='html'>I love having Thanksgiving before Christmas.  It gives me time to ponder the wonderful blessings in my life, and it puts me in the mood to enjoy the true spirit of Christmas.  So, today I am thankful for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband Rom was sent to me over 21 years ago.  The moment he saw me, he knew he would marry me.  It took him about three weeks to convince me.  His purpose in life, as he says it, is to make me happy.  He is very, very successful at it!  I am the most spoiled, adored wife on the planet.  He loves me, supports me, encourages me, lifts me, and makes me more than I ever imagined I could be.  He is so much fun, and he makes me laugh every day.  Life is an adventure with him.  I can't imagine facing the trials I have to face without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyara was sent to me to make me fall in love with motherhood.  From the day I first held her in my arms, she has been a joy to me.  She is loving, funny, kind, cool, brilliant, and independent.  Just as I held my breath waiting to discover who she was as a baby, I now hold my breath waiting to discover what wonderful thing she becomes as a "grown-up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romney is the one who makes me stretch as a mother.  He is a very challenging boy!  But that is because there is such a tremendous spirit in him that it is like trying to tame a wild stallion.  There is a lot of power there, and I need to make sure it is used for good.  He has a surprising sense of humor and is so much fun to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnette, the Spirit once told me, was very eager to come to our family because she and I used to be such great friends in the premortal world.  She is a gentle soul.  She is compassionate and empathetic.  She has always been so unique!  It's fun to watch her face light up as she's telling a story.  I love to see her coming into her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anneli is the epitome of passion.  There is fire in her love and in her displeasure.  People gravitate to her, because she is very accepting and fun to be with.  She inspires the people around her.  She can be driven and excels at everything she puts her heart into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel is determination personified.  Whatever he sets his mind to, he achieves.  Whatever he chooses to do with life, he will be unstoppable.  He is smart, loving, kind, and fair.  He is a great snuggler and gives the best kisses ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin reminds me that life is joyful.  He dances through life with such energy and enjoyment.  He has a contagious smile.  He can be so quirky, catching you off guard sometimes with a strange and witty comment.  He is game for almost anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also grateful for the family I grew up in.  My children love to hear stories about my parents (Dad's "I'll pinch your head off!" and Mom's wind-up toy).  I learned the most important lessons about being a parent from them:  unconditional love conquers all, and keep on trying to be better.  I love the bond I share with my sisters and the gallantry of my brothers.  I embrace my whitetrashiness!  At its heart, it is living life with no pretense and giving yourself, warts and all, to the people who love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!  I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-6145927170840661242?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/6145927170840661242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=6145927170840661242' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/6145927170840661242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/6145927170840661242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-thankful.html' title='I&apos;m Thankful'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-3926482501087103317</id><published>2009-11-08T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T10:59:22.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Season!</title><content type='html'>Last May, my boys begged me to let them play soccer this year.  I don't typically encourage my kids to play on sports teams -- I really don't like the added burden to our schedule.  But, if it is something they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; want to do, I'll support them.  So, we signed up for AYSO soccer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we started in August, I was so unprepared for what I had gotten myself into!  We had practices Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday afternoons.  Then there were two games on Saturdays, sometimes as early as 8 am!  Nuts.  We experienced one of the hottest summers ever, even for Hemet.  The heat has continued all the way through Halloween.  Our first game was in September.  Never having participated in soccer before, I did not know what to expect.  Well -- luckily I had brought my own chairs, because there were none.  Worse, there was no shade!  I sat in 105 degree heat through Gavin's game.  Then, I lost my car keys and spent an hour before Josie, my dear friend, brought me a spare set from Rom.  I had just enough time to return home and pick up Gabe for his game.  When I got home, I crashed from all the activity -- went straight to bed and was useless for the rest of the day!  And I bought an umbrella for the next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet -- it was so much fun!  Gavin had never played soccer before.  He plays with so much zest and pizzazz!  He dances like a butterfly all over the field.  He loves practice, so he has picked up a lot of skills in a short period of time.  Yesterday, he played goalie for only the second time ever.  The other team was way better than us.  They spent most of the quarter shooting goals -- and Gavin saved all but one of them!  That was better than the rest of our goalies during the other quarters.  He must have made like 10 saves.  One time, his shoelace was untied, and he was trying to tie it when the ball came to him.  He jumped up, made the save, kicked it downfield, and went back too tying his shoe.  Too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe has never officially played soccer, but he has played a lot at school.  He is a wild man!  He's the smallest guy on the team, but he has no fear.  He gets right in there and makes his plays.  He's awesome at passing.  He has excellent field awareness -- he does an awesome job staying in position, following the direction of the ball, and being in the right place at the right time.  He's probably a little better on defense than offense, because he's not afraid to engage.  He is so funny!  He told me before a game a few weeks ago, "Mom, I bet if I play really hard today, I'll get player of the game."  I reminded him to just do his best, and we'll see.  I didn't want him to get his hopes up too much and be disappointed.  Shouldn't have worried -- he played awesome, and he got the player of the game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't make it through the season without Rom.  He's so wonderful!  He gets up early and goes to the 8:00 games for me.  That means that he no longer has a day that he gets to sleep in for an hour or so, and that's killing him -- but he's loving it!  The boys love having their dad watch them play.  In fact, Gabe made his first goal with Rom there.  He told me that Dad's encouragement made him play harder and stick with it when he was starting to get tired, and that's when he made the goal.  I was sad I had missed it, but I was excited for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little video of the boys.  Sorry the quality is so poor.  I wonder if there's a way to focus manually instead of automatically?  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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=3926482501087103317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/3926482501087103317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/3926482501087103317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/11/soccer-season.html' title='Soccer Season!'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-8010783821278632492</id><published>2009-11-01T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T09:49:02.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tricks and Treats</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3a223fe35465a641" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3a223fe35465a641%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330385906%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D45A2A4214EDC7134902998AEA9A63E38638B9716.6708594A7A9115FEBBFB888FC1AD529B25142943%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3a223fe35465a641%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dd80N5_ibkYM5PDud2Wx73obPRGU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3a223fe35465a641%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330385906%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D45A2A4214EDC7134902998AEA9A63E38638B9716.6708594A7A9115FEBBFB888FC1AD529B25142943%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3a223fe35465a641%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dd80N5_ibkYM5PDud2Wx73obPRGU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had a fun Halloween this year!  The kids enjoyed dressing up.  We went to the Van Jindelt's annual Halloween potluck before going out trick or treating.  Rom came home from work and took the kids out trick-or-treating.  Poor Romney -- he's usually the one who scores the most candy, but this year he was supposed to meet a girl at the park for a party, and her mom wouldn't let her go at the last minute.  He vows to not let any girl get in the way of his take next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed home and handed out candy from my chair on the porch.  I wonder ... am I getting old and crotchety?  Or am I just plain evil?  Our neighborhood is &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; neighborhood that people drive to for trick or treating.  So, I put all the "good" candy on the bottom of the bowl, and crappy candy on top -- you know what I'm talking about: the sweet tarts, the gumballs, the smarties, the dumdums.  I give out the crappy candy to most of the kids that come by, and I dig to the bottom of the bowl for the good candy when I recognize someone who is really from our neighborhood.  Other signs I'm evil?  When the kids come and stand in front of me with their bags open without saying anything, I just smile at them.  I wait until it becomes uncomfortable.  It finally dawns on them what is going on, and they say, "Trick or treat."  &lt;i&gt;Then&lt;/i&gt; I give them a piece of candy and wish them Happy Halloween.  Final piece of evidence:  I laugh (a discreet giggle, not a huge guffaw) when kids come running across my lawn and trip over the cords that hold my big blow up Frankenstein in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I didn't use my whip on anyone!  (I mean, the kids at least!  That was Rom's trick or treat.)    ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-16da3147df1a95b8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D16da3147df1a95b8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330385906%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D70D334CC4F465FD4F8A7CCBB4277F4F8FF72103C.3F1315C12B500DBDA78EB42146BDB23E65BB5B7A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D16da3147df1a95b8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHx6a2E_wtZxG9mC47CON4ym24C0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D16da3147df1a95b8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330385906%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D70D334CC4F465FD4F8A7CCBB4277F4F8FF72103C.3F1315C12B500DBDA78EB42146BDB23E65BB5B7A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D16da3147df1a95b8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHx6a2E_wtZxG9mC47CON4ym24C0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-8010783821278632492?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/8010783821278632492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=8010783821278632492' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/8010783821278632492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/8010783821278632492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/11/tricks-and-treats.html' title='Tricks and Treats'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-6214481867337930003</id><published>2009-10-16T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T14:43:09.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope on the Horizon</title><content type='html'>Many of you may have already heard about this from my Facebook page.  Since some of you are not on Facebook much, I thought I'd share it here, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new discovery is making news in the medical and scientific communities.  Scientists have identified a new virus that is linked to CFS (as well as fibromyalgia and autism).  While it is being reported with cautious optimism, the authors of the study are pretty confident that his may be the answer that has eluded so many people for so many decades.  XMRV is a retrovirus that is similar in many ways to HIV.  Because of all the work that has been done on HIV, researchers feel that we should be able to find effective treatments for it relatively quickly.  They are also hopeful for a vaccine.  A commercial test for the virus is expected in about a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two and a half years ago, when I was about a year into this illness, my dad gave me a blessing.  I remember it distinctly.  He said in the blessing that 1. I would be diagnosed; 2. a treatment would be available; and 3. I would be healed completely.  After the blessing, I confidently went back to my doctor for months of more tests.  Everything came back negative, and I was so disappointed.  I had to remind myself that sometimes things happen on the Lord's timetable, not on ours.  So, I settled in to wait.  Like most of you, I thought that maybe CFS was in interim diagnosis, that the doctors missed something, and that some brilliant doctor would some day discover the "real" reason I'm sick.  Maybe, just maybe, my waiting is close to being over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope is a dangerous thing.  As I've thought about it since the news broke last week, my mind keeps wandering to thoughts I &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;never&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; allow myself to have.  If I get healed, my kids can have birthday parties again.  I can clean my house, even scrubbing the toilets and showers and mopping the floors.  I can invite Nikki and Shandee over for a casual little get together.  I can volunteer to host our book club at my home.  I can take the kids to a pumpkin patch and let them choose their own pumpkins.  I can help them carve the pumpkins.  I can walk with my kids around the neighborhood to trick or treat.  I can start substitute teaching and get the ball rolling to become a middle school science teacher.  I can take walks with my husband in the evening.  I can stay up and watch stupid sitcoms on TV and go to bed with him instead of hours before.  I can stay up past midnight talking with my daughter when she comes home from college.  I can drive down to visit family even if my husband is working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sit with my family during Sacrament meeting and listen to wonderful talks ... or boring talks ... or mediocre talks.  I can go to Sunday School when my husband is teaching.  I can sneak into nursery when he's not.  I can go to Relief Society again.  I can share my brilliant insights with the sisters!  I can hear the announcements.  I can sign up to volunteer when someone else needs service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can exercise!  I can get in the water at the beach, go out past the breaking waves, and swim until my arms ache.  I can do situps and yoga and belly dance.  I can get on the computer as a reward for getting things done, not because it's the only thing I have enough energy to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.  See?  Hope is a dangerous thing.  It makes me impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a great interview with the people who discovered the virus.  The ads are annoying, but it's worth wading through them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nevadanewsmakers.com/video/default.asp?showID=938"&gt;http://nevadanewsmakers.com/video/default.asp?showID=938&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-6214481867337930003?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/6214481867337930003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=6214481867337930003' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/6214481867337930003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/6214481867337930003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/10/hope-on-horizon.html' title='Hope on the Horizon'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-3572426750511738867</id><published>2009-10-05T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T10:36:31.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because If I Didn't Laugh, I Would Cry</title><content type='html'>Some days are just crappy.  So, to combat, I find fun and funny wherever I can.  Here's a gem Kyara introduced me to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peopleofwalmart.com/"&gt;People Of Walmart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.peopleofwalmart.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone look familiar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-3572426750511738867?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/3572426750511738867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=3572426750511738867' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/3572426750511738867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/3572426750511738867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/10/because-if-i-didnt-laugh-i-would-cry.html' title='Because If I Didn&apos;t Laugh, I Would Cry'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-5714402127426403354</id><published>2009-09-27T17:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T17:30:31.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romney's Big Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/Sr__IhnG9OI/AAAAAAAAAOk/_KEjuUEJv3g/s1600-h/0922091602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/Sr__IhnG9OI/AAAAAAAAAOk/_KEjuUEJv3g/s400/0922091602.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386304201284842722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe it was a feeling of foreboding, or a premonition on Tuesday, but I started the day in a terrible mood!  An elderly customer helped improve my mood slightly, but I really didn't want to be at work that day.  Be careful what you wish for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after 1 pm, I got The Phone Call that every mother with a boy knows they are bound to get someday.  Romney told me he had just been in a bike accident.  I asked if it was bad, and he said yes -- there was blood all over, he thought he had broken his nose, and he had lost a tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was enough information to get me to close down the store for the rest of the day!  When I found him, he was disoriented, bloody, and in a lot of pain.  We ended up spending the rest of the day in the emergency room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what happened.  Rom Sr. had jury duty that day (curse you, our jury system!).  I would be at work.  I could handle the morning carpooling, and I had the afternoon carpooling taken care of, but there was one problem left.  Romney Jr. leaves HAAAT after lunch to go to Hemet High for swim and water polo, and I usually drive him.  He thoughtfully suggested that, just this once, he could ride his bike to Hemet High.  It seemed like such a good idea at the time!  Since it was not our usual routine, it did not even occur to me to check for and insist on a helmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romney started off after lunch and made it just past the busiest street in Hemet.  The bike he was riding has a quick release for the front tire, and apparently someone had been messing with it, unbeknownst to us.  The front wheel came off, and Romney went right over the handlebars, planting his face in the asphalt.  He was very lucky that another bike rider came by right about then.  Romney was wandering in circles in the middle of the street; the bike rider helped get him out of the street and over to a dentist's office where he could be taken care of while he waited for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so disoriented!  I'm amazed that he had the presence of mind to remember that Rom was at jury duty and I was at the store.  I'm amazed he was able to remember the phone number.  I'm amazed he was able to tell me the cross streets where he was waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so lucky (blessed) that it wasn't worse than it was!  He had abrasions all over his face.  He had one laceration on the bridge of his nose that didn't need stitches (they super-glued it).  His nose suffered only a hairline fracture.  He was wearing his favorite sunglasses, and they were destroyed, but they protected his eyes from damage.  He broke one tooth that we were able to have repaired the next day.  He'll still probably need a root canal done on it when he's healed more.  Most of the rest of his teeth have been jostled around a bit, but the dentist said they should move back into place with normal biting and chewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll probably have a few more scars on his face.  I told him that since he's such a handsome boy, he must have been trying to level the playing field a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that's the last injury for this boy!  I'll be amazed if he makes it to adulthood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-5714402127426403354?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/5714402127426403354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=5714402127426403354' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/5714402127426403354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/5714402127426403354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/09/romneys-big-adventure.html' title='Romney&apos;s Big 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-2128422957646178783</id><published>2009-08-30T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T09:41:34.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyara's Big Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SpqoRfYZQjI/AAAAAAAAAOc/YbTgeE2vA7E/s1600-h/IMG_4953+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SpqoRfYZQjI/AAAAAAAAAOc/YbTgeE2vA7E/s320/IMG_4953+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375794123655168562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK, I know I have a LOT to catch up on, but I thought I would share with you Kyara's first date at BYU!  I'm a little fuzzy about some of the details, so if I get anything wrong, Kyara will have to correct me in the comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyara met a boy and talked with him a bit on Facebook.  He wanted to take her out, so she decided to give him a chance.  The first thing he asked is if she looked as good in person as she does in her Facebook picture (it's this one -- isn't she gorgeous?).  She told him, no, she only gets done up like that for special occasions.  He asked if she would get dolled up like that for her date, and she said, no, curling her hair like that is too time consuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They decided on a lunch date.  He wanted her to come over to his house while they decided where to go and what to do, but she declined.  So, they decided they would go to the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he arrived and got out of the truck, Kyara noticed that he was a little on the short side.  He was wearing a pink polo shirt (apparently he didn't pull it off as well as Romers does!).  Her first impression was that he reminded her of an arrogant high school acquaintance that she dislikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being at the mall for awhile, he asked Kyara if she was hungry and if she would like to get something to eat.  She said yes.  He then told her that he didn't have any money.  So, Kyara bought her own meal and ate it while he sat there and watched.  When she was full, there was still some of her meal left over.  He said, "So you're just going to let that go to waste then?"  And she said, "Yes, I guess I am."  He then told her to go get him a fork.  She responded, "What, am I your biatch?"  Although, I think she left out the "a".  He said something (I don't remember what) and Kyara rolled her eyes in his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyara didn't take the opportunity to end the date there.  He suggested they walk around for awhile.  They did.  At the end of the date, he asked if they could do this sometime again!  She told him no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say that I am so proud of how I raised my daughter right now?  There is one more strong Proffitt woman out in the world right now.  I am feeling really reassured that Kyara will be able to hold her own in the dating world at BYU.  You go, girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-2128422957646178783?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/2128422957646178783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=2128422957646178783' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/2128422957646178783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/2128422957646178783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/08/kyaras-big-date.html' title='Kyara&apos;s Big Date'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SpqoRfYZQjI/AAAAAAAAAOc/YbTgeE2vA7E/s72-c/IMG_4953+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-5019306385396043806</id><published>2009-07-20T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T13:13:17.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because You Wouldn't Click the Link ...</title><content type='html'>All right, this is for my SISTERS, because I know my sisters are soooo going to love this!  I posted the link below, but you were too scared of the bad words, so I am editing them out.  Here is the PG version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://wendi-aarons.blogspot.com/2007/03/as-seen-on-mcsweeneysnet.html"&gt;An Open Letter to James Thatcher, Brand Manager, Proctor and Gamble&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear Mr. Thatcher, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have been a loyal user of your Always maxi pads for over 20 years, and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard Core™ or Dri-Weave™ absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in tight, white shorts. But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic. I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? Ever suffered from "the curse"? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my "time of the month" is starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call "an inbred hillbilly with knife skills." Isn't the human body amazing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As brand manager in the feminine-hygiene division, you've no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customers' monthly visits from Aunt Flo. Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize it's a tough time for most women. In fact, only last week, my friend Jennifer fought the violent urge to shove her boyfriend's testicles into a George Foreman Grill just because he told her he thought &lt;i&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/i&gt; was written by drunken chimps. Crazy! The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in capri pants. Which brings me to the reason for my letter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words: "Have a Happy Period." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are you f*ing kidding me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness—actual smiling, laughing &lt;i&gt;happiness&lt;/i&gt;—is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James? FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&amp;amp;M freak girl, there will never be anything "happy" about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlúa and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local Walgreens armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory. For the love of God, pull your head out, man. If you just &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like "Put Down the Hammer" or "Vehicular Manslaughter Is Wrong"? Or are you just picking on us? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sir, please inform your accounting department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flexi-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending bull*t. And that's a promise I will keep. Always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Best, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wendi Aarons&lt;br /&gt;Austin, TX &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-5019306385396043806?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/5019306385396043806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=5019306385396043806' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/5019306385396043806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/5019306385396043806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/07/because-you-wouldnt-click-link.html' title='Because You Wouldn&apos;t Click the Link ...'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-1488259500647718994</id><published>2009-07-20T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:55:59.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sense of Humor?</title><content type='html'>I lost one more pound today ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my BOOBS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, God?  Is it &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; funny?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-1488259500647718994?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/1488259500647718994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=1488259500647718994' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/1488259500647718994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/1488259500647718994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/07/sense-of-humor.html' title='Sense of Humor?'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-7134895444711771097</id><published>2009-07-17T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T12:12:27.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gavin's Turn</title><content type='html'>Gavin tells me, "Dad told me this story about when he was a teenager, like 32 or maybe 24, and he was wrestling, and there was this guy who was 185 pounds, and he SNAPPED his arm.  It was just dangling in the skin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin informed me today that there was a freckle on his "privates."  "Oh," I said.  "How did the sun get down there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The sun causes freckles?" he asked.  "Yep," I answered.  Sheepishly, he said, "I have &lt;i&gt;no&lt;/i&gt; idea!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-7134895444711771097?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/7134895444711771097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=7134895444711771097' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/7134895444711771097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/7134895444711771097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/07/gavins-turn.html' title='Gavin&apos;s Turn'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-1733192047473019524</id><published>2009-07-14T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:47:06.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabe-isms</title><content type='html'>Gabe and Gavin are responsible for emptying the dishwasher and putting dishes away each day.  Gavin noticed two clean bowls that were sitting on the counter from the day before.  He accused Gabriel of not putting them away when he was supposed to.  Gabe responded, "There's no proof!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe and Gavin had just come home from spending the night at their friends' house.  They had spent quite a bit of time playing with the baby.  Gavin said, "Mom, I wish you would have another baby!"  Gabe said, "Oh, Gavin, that's mean!  That would hurt Mom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe made dinner tonight -- chicken noodle soup from the can.  He told me, "Do ya know why I'm so good at making chicken noodle soup?  It's because I stir so fast."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-1733192047473019524?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/1733192047473019524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=1733192047473019524' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/1733192047473019524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/1733192047473019524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/07/gabe-isms.html' title='Gabe-isms'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-1748156184691937045</id><published>2009-07-01T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T11:40:00.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry.  I Just Have to Share.</title><content type='html'>OK, this just may be the funniest blog post I've ever seen!  I found it as a link on Cake Wrecks.  Fair warning -- it uses the "F" word once, and another less offensive obscenity later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wendi-aarons.blogspot.com/2007/03/as-seen-on-mcsweeneysnet.html"&gt;Wendi Aarons: An Open Letter to James Thatcher, Brand Manager, Proctor and Gamble&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-1748156184691937045?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/1748156184691937045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=1748156184691937045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/1748156184691937045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/1748156184691937045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/07/sorry-i-just-have-to-share.html' title='Sorry.  I Just Have to Share.'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-6572921252991631429</id><published>2009-06-29T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T17:54:34.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Ingredient Recipes</title><content type='html'>My friend, Shandee, asked for some easy 5 ingredient recipes.  Well, I realized that most of my recipes were more complicated than that, so I went looking for some!  I have tons posted on my recipe blog, &lt;a href="www.chronic-fatigue-recipes.blogspot.com"&gt;The Flagging Chef&lt;/a&gt; .  Check them out!  And yes, I added "Moving Day Crock Pot Sauerkraut Butt" to the blog just because the word "butt" is so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any great 5 ingredient recipes?  I'd love to hear from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-6572921252991631429?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/6572921252991631429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=6572921252991631429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/6572921252991631429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/6572921252991631429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/06/5-ingredient-recipes.html' title='5 Ingredient Recipes'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-772127494283378425</id><published>2009-06-29T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:24:16.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Great Idea</title><content type='html'>As Kyara will attest, I am the queen of "programs."  With six kids, motivation can be a problem, so I am always coming up with ways to entice them to do what I want. :)  This summer, a brilliant idea came to me, so I thought I'd share it with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning during the summer, I have the kids do a whole-house tidy before they can do anything fun.  They are actually ok with this, because it means they have the rest of the entire day free without any work to do.  However, my children have been known to bicker (gasp!) and finger-point whenever they have to work together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a sudden stroke of genius (inspiration?  revelation?), I came up with our current system.  Each day, I appoint one child to be the "manager."  In order to be a good manager, they have to lead by example.  They also get to give the other children assignments.  However, again, to be a good manager, they need to assign tasks that are keeping with the other children's abilities and disposition.  For example, if Kyara hates cleaning toilets, but Gavin doesn't mind, he should get the job.  Also, Gavin shouldn't get the hardest jobs in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the tidy, the other children then rate the manager on how well he/she did on a scale from one to five.  The manager then gets that many treats from my treat bowl as a "bonus."  The manager then draws three jobs from the job jar, and whoever did those jobs during the tidy gets a little treat.  (The job jar is just a jar with a bunch of small chores written on pieces of papers.  It is also used as punishment throughout the day. :)  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has worked &lt;i&gt;wonders&lt;/i&gt; for our family this summer!  I think we'll keep managers any time the kids have to work together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-772127494283378425?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/772127494283378425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=772127494283378425' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/772127494283378425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/772127494283378425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-great-idea.html' title='My Great Idea'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-1325934063382189723</id><published>2009-06-26T13:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:33:55.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Anniversary Excursion</title><content type='html'>(Yes, I am WAY behind!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rom and I enjoyed a fantastic three-night weekend in downtown San Diego for our 20th anniversary.  It was so much fun!  When we arrived at the hotel, they didn't have any more rooms available in our price range, so they had to upgrade us!  That let us have the free breakfast every morning, and it was really very delicious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took it super easy -- no plans, no schedules, no obligations, no responsibilities.  We'd go walking along the harbor, looking at boats and the art down there.  We saw a cute little seal playing with his food.  He had to dive under a number of times because the sea gulls were trying to steal it.  We found a cute little art shop.  We ate French pastries every day :).  We ate at nice restaurants every night.  We stopped at a bookstore our first day, so I had something to read in the afternoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know?  I really like my husband!  Overall, it was just the best getaway, and I think we'll have to do it again next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5441784d4449334e54493d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: Our Anniversary Excursio" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5441784d4449334e54493d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-1325934063382189723?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/1325934063382189723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=1325934063382189723' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/1325934063382189723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/1325934063382189723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-anniversary-excursion.html' title='Our Anniversary Excursion'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-8823081423495399413</id><published>2009-06-26T12:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:07:21.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If At First You Don't Succeed ...</title><content type='html'>All right, I'm back at it.  Rom and I are doing a detox this week.  The, I'm going to go back to South Beach for two reasons:  I have to eliminate a suspected Candida (yeast) overgrowth and stabilize my blood sugar (both are to help CFS).  And, last time I tried to get healthy again, I actually gained 8 pounds! (Taking a deep bow.)  Yeah, not too happy with my body image right now.  I am taking two weight loss supplements from Enlyten -- one is an appetite suppressant that works by stabilizing your blood sugar (just what I need!) and the other is called a calorie burner, but it looks like it boosts your metabolism and increases your energy (again, just what I need!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving away free samples of the new supplements, if anyone is interested.  You can check them out here: &lt;a href="https://www.enlyten.com/EnlytenProductList.aspx?ID=lmhowells"&gt;Enlyten&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's something you too would like to try, let me know and I'll get you some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, since I don't tolerate exercise very well, I have bought and am using Fit Flops!  They are from Victoria's Secret, and they are flip flops that tone your stomach, legs, and butt while you work.  Stealth fitness, the only way to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-8823081423495399413?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/8823081423495399413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=8823081423495399413' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/8823081423495399413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/8823081423495399413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-at-first-you-dont-succeed.html' title='If At First You Don&apos;t Succeed ...'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-7257484051339683606</id><published>2009-06-25T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T14:26:57.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyara's Senior Pictures</title><content type='html'>We have someone from our ward who wants to get into the photography biz (not you, Shandee -- you're already there!), so he took these for Kyara for free!  Too fun!  I love her smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5441774f4467354d7a553d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: Kyara's Senior Pictures" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5441774f4467354d7a553d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-7257484051339683606?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/7257484051339683606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=7257484051339683606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/7257484051339683606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/7257484051339683606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/06/kyaras-senior-pictures.html' title='Kyara&apos;s Senior Pictures'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-8342434180153214023</id><published>2009-06-25T13:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T14:25:39.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Easter Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SkPjUqKT_3I/AAAAAAAAAOU/uzgMIOx2Jf8/s1600-h/May+4+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SkPjUqKT_3I/AAAAAAAAAOU/uzgMIOx2Jf8/s320/May+4+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351370726300712818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SkPjDonq3OI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Av5sgX6HhQU/s1600-h/May+4+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SkPjDonq3OI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Av5sgX6HhQU/s320/May+4+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351370433829199074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, or is this just too small a group of kids?  We had a great time together, but we miss all of you that couldn't make it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-8342434180153214023?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/8342434180153214023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=8342434180153214023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/8342434180153214023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/8342434180153214023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-easter-pictures.html' title='More Easter Pictures'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SkPjUqKT_3I/AAAAAAAAAOU/uzgMIOx2Jf8/s72-c/May+4+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-7336800288166345672</id><published>2009-06-24T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T12:40:17.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Fun ... In Case You Missed It!</title><content type='html'>Well, yes, I do have a lot to catch up on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful time at Mom's house with Suzann and Mike and their lovely little ones.  Here are the highlights, as far as the kids were concerned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-46b69773ba761d0a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D46b69773ba761d0a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330385907%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D78FBD0D32A58ACB310371F0BA95AD9AE4B29BDD6.70784A59D0F0D0B0FBA1C0BFE1C22F4D960AE05E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D46b69773ba761d0a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRIMbGm1gU57U8XNo0hlnPDNckR8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D46b69773ba761d0a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330385907%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D78FBD0D32A58ACB310371F0BA95AD9AE4B29BDD6.70784A59D0F0D0B0FBA1C0BFE1C22F4D960AE05E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D46b69773ba761d0a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRIMbGm1gU57U8XNo0hlnPDNckR8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the rest of the pictures at home, so I'll post more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-7336800288166345672?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=46b69773ba761d0a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/7336800288166345672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=7336800288166345672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/7336800288166345672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/7336800288166345672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/06/easter-fun-in-case-you-missed-it.html' title='Easter Fun ... In Case You Missed It!'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-7173709641780253690</id><published>2009-06-11T12:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:41:29.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Video</title><content type='html'>I know I'm behind on posting about our family -- with the end of the school year in sight, there is plenty of that to come in the next couple of weeks!  In the meantime, here is a video that I thought was wonderful.  It brought tears to my eyes and made me want to go out and do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-7173709641780253690?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/7173709641780253690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=7173709641780253690' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/7173709641780253690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/7173709641780253690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/06/great-video.html' title='A Great Video'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-7694243202433776839</id><published>2009-06-08T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:39:58.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready or Not -- Emergency Preparedness Blog</title><content type='html'>My famous friend Shandee (you were famous long before your new blog, Shandee!)  just got back from Canada, and what did the ward do?  Immediately gave her a calling as our Ward Welfare Specialist.  Inspired by her calling, she has created a new Emergency Preparedness blog, &lt;a href="http://hemetron.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ready or Not.&lt;/a&gt;  Check it out, and check it out often!  I love the idea, and I know Mom was going to be sharing some emergency prep ideas with us, also.  Great minds think alike! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll put the new blog on my sidebar, too, for future reference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-7694243202433776839?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/7694243202433776839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=7694243202433776839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/7694243202433776839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/7694243202433776839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/06/ready-or-not-emergency-preparedness.html' title='Ready or Not -- Emergency Preparedness Blog'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-1142015614189600610</id><published>2009-05-23T11:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T11:07:38.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm ... I Bet We Could Submit A Few Photos!</title><content type='html'>I found another fun website!  It's called Awkward Family Photos.  I have it on my sidebar if anyone wants to visit.  Here's a fun little taste of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shar.es/aASK"&gt;The Bird&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted using &lt;a href="http://sharethis.com/"&gt;ShareThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-1142015614189600610?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/1142015614189600610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=1142015614189600610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/1142015614189600610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/1142015614189600610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/05/bird.html' title='Hmmm ... I Bet We Could Submit A Few Photos!'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-8018249168444026259</id><published>2009-05-20T10:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T11:10:04.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Words</title><content type='html'>Thank you for indulging me and letting me share my journey with CFS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CFS is often called the "invisible illness" because people can't actually see the effects and don't understand it.  I believe, however, that everyone has their own invisible illness.  It may be health, finances, or relationships -- something that makes you hurt, something that changes the course of your life from what you had planned.  CFS is mine, and I own it, and now that it is out there, I can put it in the background of who I am and leave it there.  Like everyone else dealing with life's surprises, I can adjust!  I am happy, my life is rich and abundant, and who doesn't love a good adventure?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-8018249168444026259?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/8018249168444026259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=8018249168444026259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/8018249168444026259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/8018249168444026259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-words.html' title='Last Words'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-7588560536202610598</id><published>2009-05-16T16:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T16:18:08.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/Sg9JVX7nAlI/AAAAAAAAAOE/RWnrDTjOvx8/s1600-h/ME+CFS+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/Sg9JVX7nAlI/AAAAAAAAAOE/RWnrDTjOvx8/s320/ME+CFS+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336564715007443538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes, it's so easy to see everything you are missing when you have CFS. So, in a rare moment of quiet contemplation, I came up with a few blessings I have now specifically because of CFS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A clean slate. It is exactly the fact that I can't keep up with my old activities that I get to start over. Before CFS, was I doing things because I loved doing them? Because I "had" to? Because it was expected of me? Because it was habit? Because it was an escape? Now, my functional time is precious, and I have much more stringent requirements before an activity even makes the list! I am choosing to remake me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Permission to say "no." There is no pressure to agree to do something that I'm asked to do. I have to be honest with myself. If it is not physically plausible, or if it crowds out something of greater value, I get to say "no!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Less doing, more becoming. I like the word "becoming." It has no beginning, no end -- it's a process. With so many activities stripped away, I'm left so often alone with myself. Am I happy with what I see? What do I embrace? What do I want to change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Discovering hidden strengths. Faith, strength, patience, courage. Some I knew I had; others have been a surprise. This is an amazing opportunity not only to recognize but to use those strengths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Becoming creative. I've seen this in other people with CFS, too. Perhaps it's all that internalizing that taps into it; perhaps it's a need to express the upheaval of your life. Maybe it is even because you have to become creative just to enjoy life! Discovering my creativity is a fun process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ability to find joy in the tiniest things. I can't believe how much I missed before! Lying in bed, listening to my boys play together, hearing their giggles. Walking outside and feeling the sunshine on my face. Being nearly asleep, but waking when my husband reaches across and kisses me so tenderly. I never had time for these things before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Relying on others. To someone who is proud and independent, this does not immediately seem a blessing! But to be on the receiving end of love and service is something that stays in your heart and is treasured forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Relying on the Lord. My strengths pale in face of this enormous challenge. I am all too aware of my weaknesses and failures. I can see the hand of the Lord comforting me, strengthening me, and making it up to the people I love when I can't be everything for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Learning, learning, learning! Emotionally, spiritually, intellectually, physically -- every day brings a new lesson, something I never knew before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Gratitude deeper than I could have expected. For true friends, for good days, for knowledge and understanding, for small kindnesses, for my family, for my faith, and for a million things more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-7588560536202610598?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/7588560536202610598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=7588560536202610598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/7588560536202610598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/7588560536202610598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/05/hidden-blessings.html' title='Hidden Blessings'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/Sg9JVX7nAlI/AAAAAAAAAOE/RWnrDTjOvx8/s72-c/ME+CFS+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-3138247328057380961</id><published>2009-05-15T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:27:00.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Effects of CFS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/Sg5AUleZRBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/qgFkLO6aENs/s1600-h/ME+CFS+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/Sg5AUleZRBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/qgFkLO6aENs/s320/ME+CFS+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336273330881774610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, I am blogging about how it has affected my life. That means a trip down the old memory lane. It isn't something I allow myself to do often, because that usually means comparing myself to the "old" me, and that isn't always pleasant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before CFS, I was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interior decorator&lt;br /&gt;A church volunteer&lt;br /&gt;A gardener&lt;br /&gt;A good homemaker&lt;br /&gt;A genius&lt;br /&gt;An exercise enthusiast&lt;br /&gt;A social friend&lt;br /&gt;A good wife&lt;br /&gt;A really, really good mom&lt;br /&gt;An avid cook&lt;br /&gt;A nature lover&lt;br /&gt;A shopper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living with CFS is like living inside a box. Most of those things from the "old" me no longer fit inside my box. The things that are most important to me have to be reduxed just to be able to fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer an interior decorator. That was just a fun hobby for me and completely superfluous. I now volunteer one hour a month at church instead of several hours a week. My garden now consists of a single pot. My current exercise routine is about 15 minutes of stretching a day. I am hoping to be able to add 5 minute of aerobic activity soon. I can do laundry. I visit with friends once a month at my book club. I can cook a quick and easy meal a couple of times a week. I shop online. I still love nature; I just haven't visited in awhile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is a good husband.  He loves me and supports me in every way.  He has lovingly lowered his expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the hard part. I am no longer a really good mom. You see, being a really good mom is really hard work. You have to be able to set structure and follow through with consequences when it is breached. You have to be able to weather unhappy children. You have to be able to teach them skills to become independent. You have to work with them side by side. You have to be available to them when they need you, not just when you are feeling good. You have to get up pretty early for the little ones and stay up late for the older ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't get me wrong. I still love my children ferociously, and that goes a long way towards making up for faults. But. I can see how much this has hurt my family. I can see that they are a little lost without me. I can see some crumbling around the edges. I can see their yearning for their mom. You know, the "old" me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-3138247328057380961?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/3138247328057380961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=3138247328057380961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/3138247328057380961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/3138247328057380961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/05/effects-of-cfs.html' title='The Effects of CFS'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/Sg5AUleZRBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/qgFkLO6aENs/s72-c/ME+CFS+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-2017034435764065732</id><published>2009-05-14T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T12:03:39.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Managing CFS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/Sgxq_7uH8UI/AAAAAAAAANs/y6BmJ3BbbhQ/s1600-h/ME+CFS+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/Sgxq_7uH8UI/AAAAAAAAANs/y6BmJ3BbbhQ/s320/ME+CFS+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335757305122648386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is no treatment for CFS.  You treat the symptoms; you &lt;i&gt;manage&lt;/i&gt; CFS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This disease is like an abusive boyfriend, and I'm the stupid girl who is crazy enough to stick with him. I walk around on eggshells, afraid to do anything to piss it off. Then, when it hits, I blame myself. I shouldn't have walked to the mailbox today. I should have had the kids help me bring in the groceries. Why did I do that extra load of laundry? I shouldn't have lingered fifteen minutes after my show was finished before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My routines are to help me avoid the crash and lengthen my energy window.  So, here is what I do to take care of ME (get it?):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PACING!!!&lt;/span&gt; Pacing simply means making sure you rest before and after tiring activities.  There is no drug or supplement or protocol that has done more good for me than pacing. My quality of life skyrocketed once I found out that you can not "push through" CFS. I still make mistakes ... and learn my lessons ... but overall, I do pretty well making sure I get plenty of rest between high exertional periods. It has allowed me to go from being a zombie 24/7 to being lucid and functional 3 to 7 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Formal, scheduled periods of rest. This is a bit different from pacing, I think. Twice a day, regardless of activity level or level of fatigue, I rest for 30 minutes. I go in my room, put on my migraine/sleep mask, set the timer, and just rest. I try to add a little deep breathing and maybe some light visualization for relaxation. But I don't push it. Sometimes my mind races for the full 30 minutes; sometimes I fall asleep. Usually it's somewhere in between. I usually feel much better afterward, but if not, it's a great gauge that tells me I need to slow down a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Supplements. I discovered pretty early on that you can be so desperate to get rid of CFS that you'll spend a small fortune to try anything! I use a little more restraint now. My rule of thumb is that it has to either be obviously effective or good for my overall health. At night, I take a multi-vitamin, calcium, magnesium, fish oil, and melatonin. In the morning, I take a mega dose of B12 sublingually, CoQ10, and a B complex. I take .75 oz. of dark chocolate twice a day, after my rests. I have begun taking additional anti-oxidants, including CoQ10 in the afternoon to see if it helps with my afternoon slump. I had been taking NADH, but I stopped for a few weeks to see if it was helpful. I think it was, so I'll start taking it again next week. I'm also going to be testing electrolytes and d-ribose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Exercise. Right now, I do about 15 minutes of stretching daily to ease pain. I am hoping to begin adding 5 minutes of cardio. No panic, just something very low impact that I can monitor and pace carefully -- probably rebounding (mini-trampoline) because it has the added benefit of flushing the lymph nodes and improving the immune system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Diet. OK, I have to admit this is more theory than practice at this point! Although I have made some progress by eating healthy dinners. I have easy, healthy recipes that even my kids can make if I'm not up to it (see my other blog, The Flagging Chef, sidebar). The next step is to cut down on the sugar and other high Glycemic Index foods so I have a more steady stream of energy. Ha! We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it!  Overall, if I stick to the routine, I do OK day by day.  I only have trouble when I cheat (Word to the kids!!!  Cheating is bad!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'll let you know how CFS has affected my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-2017034435764065732?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/2017034435764065732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=2017034435764065732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/2017034435764065732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/2017034435764065732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/05/managing-cfs.html' title='Managing CFS'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/Sgxq_7uH8UI/AAAAAAAAANs/y6BmJ3BbbhQ/s72-c/ME+CFS+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-6950737892317683158</id><published>2009-05-13T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T11:26:42.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatigue and the Crash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SgsQ1soohVI/AAAAAAAAANE/vasBNoR_Q9c/s1600-h/me+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SgsQ1soohVI/AAAAAAAAANE/vasBNoR_Q9c/s320/me+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335376698251183442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmmm, explaining the fatigue in Chronic Fatigue Syndrome.  We've all been tired before.  Does fatigue really need explaining?  Well, yes and no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have all been tired before.  You have probably even been exhausted before.  That is what it feels like.  However, I bet that when you went to sleep, the exhaustion went away.  For me, that never happens.  I wake up feeling just as tired as when I went to bed.  It is like being in a desert, dying of thirst, and finally reaching an oasis.  You take a long drink of water, expecting relief – but you are just as thirsty as before.  You can never, ever quench that thirst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for that is that people with CFS have dysfunctional mitochondria, which simply means we don't produce energy very well.  Think of it this way: if energy were money, and sleep were your “job,” then normal people basically get paid like a Fortune 500 CEO.  I, however, am a Chinese sweatshop worker.  Normal people spend their energy lavishly on such luxuries as “running errands” or “visiting with friends” or “helping kids with homework.”  I have to live within a very tight energy “budget” just to make it through the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, I have a small energy “window” in the middle of the day.  For a few hours, depending on how I'm doing that day, I feel nearly normal.  It's kind of like catching your second wind.  This is when my mind is clear and I can get a few things done.  But, I have to be very careful, because if I overdo it, then I risk THE CRASH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Crash breeds fear in the heart of every person with CFS.  It happens when you push yourself too far.  You spend more energy than you have, and you pay dearly for it!  When a crash happens, your symptoms are magnified tenfold.  The energy window slams shut.  The exhaustion is so severe you have to go to bed.  You are incapable of doing anything at all.  You are completely out of commission for at least 24 hours, but it can take a week or longer to slowly come out of it and find your way back to “normal.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'll tell you what I do to manage CFS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-6950737892317683158?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/6950737892317683158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=6950737892317683158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/6950737892317683158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/6950737892317683158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/05/fatigue-and-crash_13.html' title='Fatigue and the Crash'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SgsQ1soohVI/AAAAAAAAANE/vasBNoR_Q9c/s72-c/me+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-644029606779162543</id><published>2009-05-12T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T12:42:57.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ME/CFS Awareness: My Symptoms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SgnQW-eq2uI/AAAAAAAAAMo/HH5GooXdjpA/s1600-h/ME+CFS+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SgnQW-eq2uI/AAAAAAAAAMo/HH5GooXdjpA/s320/ME+CFS+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335024326744398562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CFS is a whole body rebellion!  It affects the nervous system, the immune system, hormones, the circulatory system, muscles, and the gastro-intestinal system.  However, every person experiences CFS differently.  So, without further ado, here are my personal symptoms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Symptoms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatigue (duh!)&lt;br /&gt;Cognitive dysfunction&lt;br /&gt;Impaired memory&lt;br /&gt;Difficulty with word finding&lt;br /&gt;Word switching (always humorous)&lt;br /&gt;Post-exertional malaise (but usually not severe)&lt;br /&gt;Unrefreshing sleep&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia&lt;br /&gt;Headaches, sometimes migraines that last days&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat, but only when I've overdone it&lt;br /&gt;Night sweats&lt;br /&gt;Sensitivity to light&lt;br /&gt;Sensitivity to sound&lt;br /&gt;Sensitivity to cold&lt;br /&gt;Eye spasms (blepharospasm or myoclonus)&lt;br /&gt;Tinnitus (ringing ears)&lt;br /&gt;Orthostatic intolerance&lt;br /&gt;Dizziness&lt;br /&gt;Fainting&lt;br /&gt;Jaw pain (TMJ)&lt;br /&gt;Weight gain&lt;br /&gt;Muscle soreness when I wake up&lt;br /&gt;Anxiety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My worst symptoms are the fatigue (again, duh!), cognitive dysfunction, and the ever-embarrassing eye spasms! The rest of it is annoying and bearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I will explain Fatigue and "The Crash."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-644029606779162543?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/644029606779162543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=644029606779162543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/644029606779162543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/644029606779162543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/05/mecfs-awareness-my-symptoms.html' title='ME/CFS Awareness: My Symptoms'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SgnQW-eq2uI/AAAAAAAAAMo/HH5GooXdjpA/s72-c/ME+CFS+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-8250820936113938429</id><published>2009-05-11T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:08:21.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Does Your Garden Grow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/Sgi6wra15xI/AAAAAAAAAMY/2R0iCT7D31A/s1600-h/ME+CFS+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/Sgi6wra15xI/AAAAAAAAAMY/2R0iCT7D31A/s320/ME+CFS+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334719104072148754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week is International ME/CFS Awareness Week, and so I will be blogging a bit about CFS and how it has affected me.  I thought I would start the week by answering Lauri's question, "How does your garden grow?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, about this time, I get a hankering for a garden.  Not just any kind of garden, but a big vegetable garden like I remember from our childhood.  I have accomplished it once -- when we lived in Oceanside, we had a lovely garden with zucchini, tomatoes, peppers, watermelon, squash and more.  I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since I've had CFS, I've basically given up hope for having a real garden.  The very thought of hoeing and planting and weeding and watering and keeping on top of it all makes me have to go lie down!  However, this year, a spark of an idea came to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ... tada!!!  Here is my vegetable garden, CFS-styl&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/Sgi85wDFoGI/AAAAAAAAAMg/6DSxP7cJ6-A/s1600-h/May+4+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/Sgi85wDFoGI/AAAAAAAAAMg/6DSxP7cJ6-A/s320/May+4+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334721458956771426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Patio variety of cherry tomato that is bred specifically to grow in a container, plus some basil and sage.  I have those fancy water globes, so I don't have to hover over it trying to keep it watered.  Just a couple of months, and I'll be popping sun-warmed cherry tomatoes into my mouth for that burst of summer flavor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THAT's how my garden grows!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-8250820936113938429?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/8250820936113938429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=8250820936113938429' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/8250820936113938429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/8250820936113938429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-does-your-garden-grow.html' title='How Does Your Garden Grow?'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/Sgi6wra15xI/AAAAAAAAAMY/2R0iCT7D31A/s72-c/ME+CFS+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-593198883422000976</id><published>2009-05-09T18:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T18:09:49.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where in the World Is Kristi???</title><content type='html'>Hi!  Kristi won't answer me (sad pout), so does anyone have her address?  I think it's the last one I don't have right now.  Thank you, kind family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-593198883422000976?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/593198883422000976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=593198883422000976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/593198883422000976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/593198883422000976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-in-world-is-kristi.html' title='Where in the World Is Kristi???'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-4885172531569663971</id><published>2009-04-30T12:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:58:16.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I'm Converting to Greek Mythology</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SfoA0dVoMdI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/X95HGFCzLz8/s1600-h/greeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SfoA0dVoMdI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/X95HGFCzLz8/s320/greeks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330574010174943698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's right -- I think I am starting to prescribe to the Greek idea of the deities.  They are nothing but trouble makers that like to mess around with the lives of mere humans just for fun.  You don't believe me?  Here is my evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I work at the store, I get TONS of customers!  It doesn't matter which day of the week it is, my day is the busy day.  I eventually settled on working Wednesdays because statistically that day has been the slowest so far.  I worked yesterday, and I had about  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15 people &lt;/span&gt;show up!  I don't know what to do with these people!  I'm not a "closer."  I don't know the Art of the Deal.  I got&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; two &lt;/span&gt;sales out of all that.  Now, granted, I'm a sweetheart, so a few of them might come back, but sheesh!  All I want is a little peace and quiet while I'm away from the kids for a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second piece of evidence is that when Rom works, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nobody&lt;/span&gt; comes into the store.  It is torture for him to pace back and forth waiting for someone to come in.  He is a people person!  He is a spaz!  He needs someone to keep him company.  Alas, a good day for him is when he gets five people in the store.  And guess what?  He will typically sell all five of them!  Yes, he is that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it -- proof positive that the Greek gods exist and that they are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; active meddling with me and Rom.  I think I can hear them giggling right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-4885172531569663971?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/4885172531569663971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=4885172531569663971' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/4885172531569663971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/4885172531569663971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-im-converting-to-greek-mythology.html' title='Why I&apos;m Converting to Greek Mythology'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SfoA0dVoMdI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/X95HGFCzLz8/s72-c/greeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-4857113186880486567</id><published>2009-04-28T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:54:17.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Safety</title><content type='html'>Romney Jr. and I were driving in the car today.  As I approached a light, it suddenly turned yellow, prompting me to hit the brakes a little more suddenly than I normally do.  Instinctively, I threw my arm out in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, why do you &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; that?" he asked.  "You do that all the time.  It's weird."  I then explained to him that back when I was growing up, we didn't have seat belts -- this was how a mom protected her children.  "Very effective, don't you think?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good laugh together.  "Thanks for the history lesson, Mom."  Dang, I feel old!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-4857113186880486567?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/4857113186880486567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=4857113186880486567' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/4857113186880486567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/4857113186880486567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/04/child-safety.html' title='Child Safety'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-4394952350872994838</id><published>2009-04-21T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T09:02:43.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CFS/ME Questions</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, I have CFS (also known as CFIDS or ME).  But, I also know that CFS is baffling to most of you.  This is a great video that answers a lot of questions about CFS from someone who has severe CFS.  By the way, I would say I have moderate CFS  - could be worse, could be better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EyAZ3SsyLGo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EyAZ3SsyLGo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-4394952350872994838?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/4394952350872994838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=4394952350872994838' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/4394952350872994838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/4394952350872994838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/04/cfsme-questions.html' title='CFS/ME Questions'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-3976260146650798313</id><published>2009-04-20T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:24:40.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Breakfast for Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d0452a24d6393a8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0d0452a24d6393a8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330385907%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3F8E7E00281AB106D60CA6921E652644CF792DA4.332362D8935E46743F98BCDB23A8520DF92AD7A4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd0452a24d6393a8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZCWloVuDZzzlkTivLpc4uTt_zrE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0d0452a24d6393a8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330385907%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3F8E7E00281AB106D60CA6921E652644CF792DA4.332362D8935E46743F98BCDB23A8520DF92AD7A4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd0452a24d6393a8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZCWloVuDZzzlkTivLpc4uTt_zrE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Whoa!  Is this a little too telling?  Yes, I am that far behind! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago, once Kyara started seminary, I decided it was a little too much to get up at the crack of dawn and do a big Valentine's Day breakfast.  However, as many of you have discovered, once you create a tradition, it is not easily terminated.  My kids LOVE Valentine's Day breakfast, so we made a compromise -- I now do breakfast for dinner!  Here's how it went this year (thank you to Romers for taping it!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-3976260146650798313?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d0452a24d6393a8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/3976260146650798313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=3976260146650798313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/3976260146650798313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/3976260146650798313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/04/valentines-breakfast-for-dinner.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Breakfast for Dinner'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-1794002832901270392</id><published>2009-04-10T09:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T09:56:33.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Made Me Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tT8jA_pps3o&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tT8jA_pps3o&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And besides, you need something new to look at!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-1794002832901270392?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/1794002832901270392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=1794002832901270392' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/1794002832901270392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/1794002832901270392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-made-me-happy.html' title='This Made Me Happy'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-4332170559409674838</id><published>2009-04-01T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:19:43.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Asked For It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6c0897a4d245a34a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6c0897a4d245a34a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330385907%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D40146B7618F8ECB68F15723C4896D9CDD3B1BA0.3EA1D35EFCECA2F2A1DFEFAC84288F6640B0CDB6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6c0897a4d245a34a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dg3wZIHJLYDnj70JUR8TXwrMV4jY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6c0897a4d245a34a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330385907%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D40146B7618F8ECB68F15723C4896D9CDD3B1BA0.3EA1D35EFCECA2F2A1DFEFAC84288F6640B0CDB6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6c0897a4d245a34a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dg3wZIHJLYDnj70JUR8TXwrMV4jY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;That's right -- you asked for it, and now you've got it!  I finally took a video of me belly dancing, and it is all here for your viewing pleasure.  Or mockery.  That's cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-4332170559409674838?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6c0897a4d245a34a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/4332170559409674838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=4332170559409674838' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/4332170559409674838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/4332170559409674838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-asked-for-it.html' title='You Asked For It!'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-7905649555515243509</id><published>2009-03-30T20:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:55:37.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Democrats on an Escalator</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uDNDcBkyOOM&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uDNDcBkyOOM&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-7905649555515243509?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/7905649555515243509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=7905649555515243509' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/7905649555515243509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/7905649555515243509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/03/two-democrats-on-escalator.html' title='Two Democrats on an Escalator'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-2926002925241907822</id><published>2009-03-29T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T16:38:44.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Family Conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.puppypurebred.com/images/Boston%20Terrier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 208px;" src="http://www.puppypurebred.com/images/Boston%20Terrier.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've decided I want a Boston Terrier.  It would be perfect for our family -- small, short hair, friendly, smart, doesn't require too much exercise.  Now don't get me wrong, it probably won't happen for about three years.  But, I'm planning it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Rom I could find a Boston Terrier for $300  to $400 dollars.  He was surprised they were that cheap.  I told him, "Well, you can get a dog from a fancy schmancy breeder for about $1000.  Do you want to get me a thousand dollar dog?"  He replied, "Sure -- if I get you a dog, I want you to have the best."  Romers then piped in, "Actually, you just want to have sex."  Gavin then replied, "No, he doesn't."  He explained, "You guys are too old!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-2926002925241907822?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/2926002925241907822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=2926002925241907822' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/2926002925241907822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/2926002925241907822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/03/family-conversation.html' title='A Family Conversation'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-7240921839589354283</id><published>2009-03-04T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T14:04:28.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/Sa76Yxzy48I/AAAAAAAAAMA/pKbOP7qTLZ8/s1600-h/Guitar_Hero2_1600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/Sa76Yxzy48I/AAAAAAAAAMA/pKbOP7qTLZ8/s200/Guitar_Hero2_1600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309456314310779842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gavin (my 7 year old) challenged me to a face off (is that what they call it?) on Guitar Hero.  He was on Expert; I was on Easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was very sweet and encouraging.  He kept reminding me to watch my side; apparently, he thought wandering eyes were my problem.  He told me, "You're doing really good mom!  Especially because you're so old!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I barely eked past him.  I think he was happy for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-7240921839589354283?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/7240921839589354283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=7240921839589354283' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/7240921839589354283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/7240921839589354283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/03/guitar-hero.html' title='Guitar Hero'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/Sa76Yxzy48I/AAAAAAAAAMA/pKbOP7qTLZ8/s72-c/Guitar_Hero2_1600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-1661115582832098973</id><published>2009-03-04T10:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T14:05:11.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is SO Rom!</title><content type='html'>Rom, you may know, is an amazing ping pong player ("That's table tennis, honey").  I had to post this for him!  You have to watch to the very end of the clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6gjXZdT0Qqw&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6gjXZdT0Qqw&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-1661115582832098973?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/1661115582832098973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=1661115582832098973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/1661115582832098973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/1661115582832098973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-so-rom.html' title='This is SO Rom!'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-4244527405516217913</id><published>2009-03-03T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:09:27.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme (Whatever That Means)</title><content type='html'>I HAVE…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Started my own blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;6. Given more than I can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;7. Been to Disneyland/world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Held a praying mantis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Sung a solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Visited Paris &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;14. Taught myself an art from scratch&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty (No, but my brother tried to roll me off of Liberty Island)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Grown my own vegetables/fruit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France (I was there, but I didn't see it!!!)&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. Hitchhiked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;br /&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a marathon&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of my ancestors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. Seen an Amish community &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. Taught myself a new language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;41. Sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;br /&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;47. Had my portrait painted &lt;/span&gt;(Montmartre in Paris)&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;57. Started a business &lt;/span&gt;(woohoo!)&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;62. Gone whale watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/span&gt; (all the time, thank you very much honey!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi concentration camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;71. Eaten caviar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;/span&gt; (thanks to being Mormon)&lt;br /&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;br /&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;br /&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book (not yet!)&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;84. Had my picture in the newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;br /&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;90. Sat on a jury &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Met someone famous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;93. Lost a loved one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;94. Had a baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;99. Been stung by a bee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100. Ridden an elephant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;101. Read an entire book in one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:  Copy and paste in a new post on your blog; highlight the activities you've done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-4244527405516217913?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/4244527405516217913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=4244527405516217913' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/4244527405516217913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/4244527405516217913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/03/meme-whatever-that-means.html' title='Meme (Whatever That Means)'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-5060086581888460372</id><published>2009-03-02T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:52:26.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>Sheesh, it's been awhile since I've posted!  Things are busy (no news there!) and I haven't been feeling great lately.  So, here's a recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyara and Romney started swim.  They have their first meet tomorrow.  Romney likes it because it helps him with water polo.  Kyara likes it because it keeps her in shape and gives her a killer tan.  I like it because it wears them out and helps them get to sleep at a normal people time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe, as you know, is in cub scouts.  Since there are only two boys in his group, the leaders let Gavin come with him.  Gavin thinks this is fantastic!  Gabe likes having Gavin there, too.  Last week was the Blue and Gold dinner.  They had a cake decorating contest.  Gabriel got first place for most creative; Gavin got second place for scout spirit.  Now, before you turn your nose up, let me tell you, this was not one of those contests where every boy got an award!  There were only the two categories, with a first and second place for each.  Gabe and Gavin were thrilled that they beat ______ (fill in the blank with all the other boys' names).  They told everyone about their awards.  I had to remind them that it is not polite to brag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biz picked up considerably in February!  Although, as is par for the course, as soon as we started to get really excited, things cooled off a little bit.  I am becoming a star salesperson.  I'm a better closer than the guys Rom has come in to cover periodically -- you know, the ones who have been selling for 15+ years.  Rom gets excited and buys me dinner.  He also gives me spiffs from time to time -- a little fun money just for me!  (OK, I do have complete control over all the finances and can just TAKE a little fun money whenever I want to -- but it is more exciting this way!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnette and Ana are fabulous, but haven't done anything new and exciting lately.  Imagine that -- I teen and pre-teen without drama?  I will enjoy it while I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working hard on &lt;a href="http://www.chronic-fatigue-community.com"&gt;my CFS website.&lt;/a&gt;  It is coming along nicely, and I'm very proud of it.  Just so you know, the lifestyle tips are great for anyone, even if you don't have CFS.  Also, my inspirational quotes are for anyone, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started a novel.  I am being very secretive about it, though, because I don't want it leaked on the internet like Stephanie Myers' book was.  I'm protecting my intellectual property rights.  Anneli is counting on it to make us millionaires and allow us to finally buy a pool.  Don't fret -- you will all get signed copies when it is published.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-5060086581888460372?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/5060086581888460372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=5060086581888460372' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/5060086581888460372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/5060086581888460372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/03/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-5643072575099235111</id><published>2009-02-17T09:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T09:26:40.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://failblog.org/2009/02/17/cow-transportation-fail/"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-12933" title="fail-owned-livestock-fail" src="http://failblog.wordpress.com/files/2009/02/fail-owned-livestock-fail.jpg" alt="fail owned pwned pictures" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://failblog.org"&gt;pwn and owned pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-5643072575099235111?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/5643072575099235111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=5643072575099235111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/5643072575099235111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/5643072575099235111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/02/see-more-pwn-and-owned-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-5075224005934228931</id><published>2009-02-15T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:31:46.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions, Decisions, Decisions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SZjP8W7e4tI/AAAAAAAAAL4/GXxCpqkfIgM/s1600-h/byu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SZjP8W7e4tI/AAAAAAAAAL4/GXxCpqkfIgM/s200/byu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303217197082927826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kyara has been getting notices from the schools she applied to.  She has been accepted to Northern Arizona University with a partial scholarship, University of Pacific with a partial scholarship, BYU Idaho, and now BYU Provo!  She hasn't heard back yet from UCSD.  We're very excited for her!  It's nice that she has so many choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, she's not going to keep us in suspense.  She fasted today and decided BYU Provo was where she should be going!  Yay!  I, of course, am beyond thrilled that she chose my alma mater.  I had such a fun time going there -- especially my freshman year.  I know it is a different experience for everyone, but I really hope she is able to enjoy a lot of the things I did back in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyara ran into so many obstacles just to get her application in on time.  I'm so grateful to everyone who helped her through the rough patches and encouraged her to go in this direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of my girl!  Go, Kyara!  Go, Cougars!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-5075224005934228931?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/5075224005934228931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=5075224005934228931' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/5075224005934228931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/5075224005934228931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/02/decisions-decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions, Decisions, Decisions!'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SZjP8W7e4tI/AAAAAAAAAL4/GXxCpqkfIgM/s72-c/byu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-2054350388804803010</id><published>2009-02-14T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T12:51:56.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crappy Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SZcu18p5sqI/AAAAAAAAALw/xPMjALhVUSk/s1600-h/bald+brit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SZcu18p5sqI/AAAAAAAAALw/xPMjALhVUSk/s200/bald+brit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302758590601867938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This has been ... a crappy week!  I was overdone from last week, and I just didn't rebound very well.  I reverted back to comfort food (in fact, I'm finishing some fries as I type), I stopped my belly dancing, I didn't cook, and I barely got in a half-hearted yoga session or two.  So, I am proud to announce that I gained three pounds!  Why am I gleefully sharing this information?  Because when the water retention starts to melt away, my weight loss next week is going to look REALLY impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menu for next week:  &lt;a href="http://chronic-fatigue-recipes.blogspot.com/2009/02/white-beans-pasta-and-chicken.html"&gt;White Beans, Pasta, and Chicken&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://chronic-fatigue-recipes.blogspot.com/2009/02/kale-lentil-and-chicken-soup.html"&gt;Kale, Lentil, and Chicken Soup&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://chronic-fatigue-recipes.blogspot.com/2009/02/baked-salmon.html"&gt;Baked Salmon&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://chronic-fatigue-recipes.blogspot.com/2009/02/skillet-vegetables-on-cheese-toast.html"&gt;Skillet Vegetables on Cheese Toast&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://chronic-fatigue-recipes.blogspot.com/2009/01/black-bean-and-corn-stew.html"&gt;Black Bean and Corn Stew&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-2054350388804803010?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/2054350388804803010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=2054350388804803010' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/2054350388804803010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/2054350388804803010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/02/crappy-week.html' title='Crappy Week'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SZcu18p5sqI/AAAAAAAAALw/xPMjALhVUSk/s72-c/bald+brit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-7518005299778856347</id><published>2009-02-10T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T09:35:06.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Hold</title><content type='html'>Alright, I am not posting this week about how my health goals are coming along, because it's my birthday and I've got my womanly hormonals going on (yes, Happy Birthday to ME!), so I will be cheating and eating a lot of chocolate right now and I'm not going to let the scale JUDGE me for this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-7518005299778856347?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/7518005299778856347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=7518005299778856347' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/7518005299778856347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/7518005299778856347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-hold.html' title='On Hold'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-5884495444006947910</id><published>2009-02-10T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T09:32:23.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Husband in the World and You Wish You Had Him!</title><content type='html'>That's right -- Rom is officially the best husband ever.  For my birthday, he has given me a gift certificate for not one but FOUR spa visits!  We're talking aromatherapy, soothing scalp, neck, shoulder and back massages, salt scrubs, body wraps, and even WAXING if I so choose.  (Hmmm, I haven't even thought about who I'd like to have waxed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how husbands are always trying to find just the right gift?  And how it is often something you enjoy, but it's closer to what they'd personally like to get from the wish fairy?  Well, congratulations, Romney Howells -- you have just hit it right out of the ball park!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting old is soooo worth it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-5884495444006947910?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/5884495444006947910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=5884495444006947910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/5884495444006947910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/5884495444006947910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/02/best-husband-in-world-and-you-wish-you.html' title='The Best Husband in the World and You Wish You Had Him!'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-4403536702683832206</id><published>2009-02-07T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T17:12:33.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review: The Last Lecture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SY4nlp1KHVI/AAAAAAAAALo/rHsHJ7kVyDU/s1600-h/last-lecture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SY4nlp1KHVI/AAAAAAAAALo/rHsHJ7kVyDU/s200/last-lecture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300217339299110226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First of all, before I get to the Last Lecture, let me just say that "Pastwatch" was not very well received in my book club!  Few people could find it, so not everyone read it.  Out of the women who did, only Nikki really liked it.  Robyn was trying to be diplomatic, but I got the impression she didn't much like it, either.  Oh, well!  I must have particularly strange taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Last Lecture," on the other hand, was a big hit.  The author, Randy Pausch, is diagnosed with terminal cancer and only given a few months to live.  He decides to give his last academic lecture and share what he has learned from life as a legacy to his three small children.  From that experience, he then compiled this book, "The Last Lecture."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much good stuff in this book!  He told how he was able to accomplish his childhood dreams.  He put people and relationships before things.  He says brick walls are for people who don't want something badly enough -- and that brick walls are there for you to discover how badly you want something.  He talked about the people who care enough about him to let him know when he's screwing up.  He said that when people stop correcting you, it means they've given up on you.  All told with a nice dose of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would definitely recommend this book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-4403536702683832206?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/4403536702683832206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=4403536702683832206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/4403536702683832206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/4403536702683832206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/02/book-review-last-lecture.html' title='Book Review: The Last Lecture'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SY4nlp1KHVI/AAAAAAAAALo/rHsHJ7kVyDU/s72-c/last-lecture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-3491369717236120199</id><published>2009-02-05T09:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:21:02.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pursuit of Excellence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SYsfzrukGOI/AAAAAAAAALY/3450lzZ569Q/s1600-h/Elder+Uchtdorf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SYsfzrukGOI/AAAAAAAAALY/3450lzZ569Q/s200/Elder+Uchtdorf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299364359303338210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am, nearly finished, but I've only posted once or twice!  One of my favorite talks was &lt;a href="http://lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-1-947-7,00.html"&gt;"The Infinite Power of Hope,"&lt;/a&gt; by Elder Dieter F. Uchtdorf.  I was also lucky enough to give a Relief Society lesson on this.  It was a great lesson (thank you friends for contributing!!!), and I learned so much.  It is interesting how I have a tendency to zero in on those things that help us through trials.  Maybe I've had a taste of those in my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've often heard about faith, hope and charity, but it seems hope never gets much attention.  I appreciated how this talk expanded my understanding of what hope is and how I can apply it more in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The things we hope &lt;i&gt;in&lt;/i&gt; sustain us during our daily walk. They uphold us through trials, temptations, and sorrow. Everyone has experienced discouragement and difficulty. Indeed, there are times when the darkness may seem unbearable. It is in these times that the divine principles of the restored gospel we hope &lt;i&gt;in&lt;/i&gt; can uphold us and carry us until, once again, we walk in the  light. &lt;p&gt; "We hope in Jesus the Christ, in the goodness of God, in the manifestations of the Holy Spirit, in the knowledge that prayers are heard and answered. Because God has been faithful and kept His promises in the past, we can hope with confidence that God will keep His promises to us in the present and in the future. In times of distress, we can hold tightly to the hope that things will “&lt;b&gt;work&lt;/b&gt; together for [our] good” as we follow the counsel of God’s prophets. This type of hope in God, His goodness, and His power refreshes us with courage during difficult challenges and gives strength to those who feel threatened by enclosing walls of fear, doubt, and despair&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SYsf5FsJ11I/AAAAAAAAALg/bzoxTfRZ-xM/s1600-h/Elder+Eyring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SYsf5FsJ11I/AAAAAAAAALg/bzoxTfRZ-xM/s200/Elder+Eyring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299364452171896658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also had the opportunity to give a lesson on unity from the talk, &lt;a href="http://lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-1-947-21,00.html"&gt;"Our Hearts Knit As&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-1-947-21,00.html"&gt; One,"&lt;/a&gt; by Elder Henry B. Eyring.  As you all know, because I've said it many times, I love my ward!  It is because the people in my ward really love each other, help each other, and serve each other.  When we have discussions, we are not afraid to "let it all hang out," because we don't judge each other and gossip.  We know that this is a safe place where we can find help in trials and discouragement as well as celebrate joys and triumphs.  Being with these people, I can see why the Lord encourages us to "meet together oft," because it is so wonderful to not have to go this journey alone.&lt;/p&gt;"What will become more obvious to us is that the Atonement brings the same changes in all of us. We become disciples who are meek, loving, easy to be entreated, and at the same time fearless and faithful in all things. We still live in different countries, but we come into the Church through a process that changes us. We become by the gifts of the Spirit what the Apostle Paul saw: &lt;p&gt;"'For through him we both have access by one Spirit unto the  Father.&lt;/p&gt; “'Now therefore ye are no more strangers and foreigners, but  fellowcitizens with the saints, and of the household of God.'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my lesson with a challenge to add one more thing to your list of New Year's resolutions -- Apply the atonement more fully in your life.  That means be willing to lay at your Savior's feet everything that weighs down your heart: all your sins and imperfections, all your sadness, illnesse, trials and difficulties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-3491369717236120199?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/3491369717236120199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=3491369717236120199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/3491369717236120199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/3491369717236120199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/02/pursuit-of-excellence.html' title='Pursuit of Excellence'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SYsfzrukGOI/AAAAAAAAALY/3450lzZ569Q/s72-c/Elder+Uchtdorf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-469235130141117727</id><published>2009-02-02T18:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:45:53.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Season of Survivor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SYevwvou-VI/AAAAAAAAALQ/1dCLauLyN6U/s1600-h/survivor_logo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SYevwvou-VI/AAAAAAAAALQ/1dCLauLyN6U/s200/survivor_logo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298396738580576594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard the buzz about the next season of Survivor?  Here's the basic idea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;i&gt;Six men will be dropped on an island with one van and four children each--for six weeks. Each child plays two sports and either takes music or dance classes. There is no access to fast food.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;i&gt;Each man must take care of his four children, keep his assigned house clean, correct all homework, complete science projects, cook, do laundry, etc.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;i&gt;The men only have access to television when the children are asleep and all chores are done: There is only one TV, and there is no remote control.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;i&gt;The men must put on makeup daily, applying it themselves either while driving or while making four lunches. They must attend weekly PTA meetings; clean up after their sick children at 3:00 a.m.; make an Indian hut model with six toothpicks, a tortilla, and one marker; and get a four-year-old to eat a serving of peas.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;i&gt;The children vote them off the island based on performance. The winner is the first one voted off who gets to go back to work.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, do you think that would spark a little manly appreciation for their women?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-469235130141117727?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/469235130141117727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=469235130141117727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/469235130141117727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/469235130141117727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/02/next-season-of-survivor.html' title='The Next Season of Survivor'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SYevwvou-VI/AAAAAAAAALQ/1dCLauLyN6U/s72-c/survivor_logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-3220515841456561142</id><published>2009-02-02T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:00:05.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabe Has a Plan</title><content type='html'>Gabe has a plan.  When he goes out to walk the dogs with Ian and Josh, if they encounter a man with a shotgun, Gabe is going to run away zig-zagging to ruin his aim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-3220515841456561142?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/3220515841456561142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=3220515841456561142' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/3220515841456561142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/3220515841456561142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/02/gabe-has-plan.html' title='Gabe Has a Plan'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-2153927489486875039</id><published>2009-02-02T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T14:49:34.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Checking In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SYdzKWxeC1I/AAAAAAAAALI/Hfb2k8EUFlM/s1600-h/diet+in+veggies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SYdzKWxeC1I/AAAAAAAAALI/Hfb2k8EUFlM/s200/diet+in+veggies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298330108373633874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why is that little (or not so little) number on the scales so important?  It doesn't matter if we're looking better, feeling sexier, losing inches, or able to exercise more.  For some reason, we need that number to validate us and tell us we're succeeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I lost three pounds this week!  Yay!  That's in spite of Kyara's most delicious homemade lasagna in the world!  I splurged three days in a row.  Fantastic.  I also ate a good chunk of chocolate last night before Rom told me it was 330 calories -- per section!!!  I also lost 1/2" overall, my percentage of body fat went down almost 2%, and I feel good.  But all that pales before the almighty scales.  Yes, it was a good week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my menu for the upcoming week:  &lt;a href="http://chronic-fatigue-recipes.blogspot.com/2009/01/tomato-and-basil-flatbread-pizza.html"&gt;Tomato and Basil Flatbread Pizza&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://chronic-fatigue-recipes.blogspot.com/2009/01/crockpot-pineapple-chicken.html"&gt;Crockpot Pineapple Chicken&lt;/a&gt; (because it was sooo delicious, and I want more!!!), &lt;a href="http://chronic-fatigue-recipes.blogspot.com/2009/01/lentil-salad.html"&gt;Lentil Salad&lt;/a&gt;, Cajun some kind of fish (no recipe here -- I just coat with seasonings and grill on my Foreman grill), and &lt;a href="http://chronic-fatigue-recipes.blogspot.com/2008/11/almond-beef-hawaiian.html"&gt;Almond Beef Hawaiian&lt;/a&gt; (I'm going to try to conquer my fear of beef here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still looking for good, healthy, EASY recipes!  Leave a comment or submit on &lt;a href="http://www.chronic-fatigue-community.com/chronic-fatigue-diet.html"&gt;my website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are the rest of you doing with those New Year's goals?  Any progress?  Need some love?  I'm always willing to cheer you on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-2153927489486875039?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/2153927489486875039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=2153927489486875039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/2153927489486875039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/2153927489486875039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/02/checking-in.html' title='Checking In'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SYdzKWxeC1I/AAAAAAAAALI/Hfb2k8EUFlM/s72-c/diet+in+veggies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-7092336683621825234</id><published>2009-01-30T15:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T15:47:13.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annnnd Another One!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pagetutor.com/idiot/idiot.html"&gt;How to keep an idiot busy&lt;/a&gt; (and maybe a few of us who aren't!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-7092336683621825234?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/7092336683621825234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=7092336683621825234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/7092336683621825234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/7092336683621825234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/01/annnnd-another-one.html' title='Annnnd Another One!'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-6246594667124877890</id><published>2009-01-30T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T15:34:52.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>K - I'm Just Surfing Now</title><content type='html'>This was a fun test.  See how your handwriting stacks up!  (I made this guy fall in love with me:)!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tul.com/"&gt;Handwriting test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-6246594667124877890?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/6246594667124877890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=6246594667124877890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/6246594667124877890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/6246594667124877890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/01/k-im-just-surfing-now.html' title='K - I&apos;m Just Surfing Now'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-8364530913650010802</id><published>2009-01-30T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T13:52:09.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Fun Website</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.onesentence.org/"&gt;http://www.onesentence.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was actually very funny!  I've got it on my sidebar, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-8364530913650010802?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/8364530913650010802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=8364530913650010802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/8364530913650010802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/8364530913650010802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-fun-website.html' title='New Fun Website'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-6023104940442822460</id><published>2009-01-26T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:20:48.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IHOP Free Pancake Day</title><content type='html'>Rude to post this right after a diet update, but I have to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IHOP is having a free pancake day nationwide (sorry, Shandee!).  &lt;a href="http://hemetfamilies.blogspot.com/"&gt;Here are the details&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-6023104940442822460?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/6023104940442822460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=6023104940442822460' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/6023104940442822460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/6023104940442822460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/01/ihop-free-pancake-day.html' title='IHOP Free Pancake Day'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-153586582394149373</id><published>2009-01-26T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:16:35.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honesty is the Best Policy, Right?</title><content type='html'>So, here's an update -- I went up 1/2 pound this week, thanks to the calorie counter analysis not being right and a bad choice at a restaurant this week.  I lost 1/2 inch around my thighs :), and the rest of me stayed the same.  I'm enjoying my yoga and belly dancing, although I am NOT posting pictures until at least next month, when I'm not as spastic and I have some of the moves down right!  For now, you'll just have to imagine me doing a figure 8 with my hips while quivering my legs.  Yes, that should give you nightmares for awhile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rom has lost 11 pounds so far and is doing great!  He does a lot more working out than I do, plus he's a spaz.  Go, Rom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I'll be eating &lt;a href="http://chronic-fatigue-recipes.blogspot.com/2009/01/rice-enchiladas.html"&gt;Rice Enchiladas&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://chronic-fatigue-recipes.blogspot.com/2009/01/indian-tofu-with-spinach.html"&gt;Indian Tofu with Spinach&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://chronic-fatigue-recipes.blogspot.com/2009/01/morroccan-lentil-soup.html"&gt;Moroccan Lentil Soup&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://chronic-fatigue-recipes.blogspot.com/2008/11/avocado-veggie-tacos.html"&gt;Avocado Veggie Tacos&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://chronic-fatigue-recipes.blogspot.com/2009/01/lime-steamed-salmon.html"&gt;Lime Steamed Salmon&lt;/a&gt;.  That leaves one day for leftovers and one for eating out.  All my recipes and more can be found at my recipe blog, &lt;a href="http://chronic-fatigue-recipes.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Flagging Chef&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still looking for new recipes!  If you have any easy family friendly favorites, please share either here in my comments or on my CFS website &lt;a href="http://www.chronic-fatigue-community.com/chronic-fatigue-diet.html"&gt;Chronic Fatigue Community&lt;/a&gt;, bottom of the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go eat lunch and find some chocolate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-153586582394149373?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/153586582394149373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=153586582394149373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/153586582394149373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/153586582394149373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/01/honesty-is-best-policy-right.html' title='Honesty is the Best Policy, Right?'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-2167753566524247549</id><published>2009-01-24T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T14:03:55.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dang!  A Technical Difficulty</title><content type='html'>OK -- well, you know to get healthy, I'm using the calorie counter as a guide to dieting.  Well, I just figured something out.  The analysis they did and the number of calories they recommended for me was to &lt;i&gt;maintain&lt;/i&gt; my weight, not to lose any!!!  So, that explains the PLATEAU that I have been experiencing, and why Rom has busted through his and is losing weight nicely.  So, to get to my goal weight, I need to eat 200 less calories than I have been.  Go figure!  So, here's to starting over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still belly dan&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SXuQGMsso8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/XvEMYX7N61Y/s1600-h/belly+dancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SXuQGMsso8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/XvEMYX7N61Y/s200/belly+dancing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294984223066465218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cing, though -- too fun!  Guess which of these is &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SXuQPh3ABAI/AAAAAAAAALA/X_P4Lj68pHg/s1600-h/belly+dancing+costume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SXuQPh3ABAI/AAAAAAAAALA/X_P4Lj68pHg/s200/belly+dancing+costume.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294984383365645314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-2167753566524247549?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/2167753566524247549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=2167753566524247549' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/2167753566524247549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/2167753566524247549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/01/dang-technical-difficulty.html' title='Dang!  A Technical Difficulty'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SXuQGMsso8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/XvEMYX7N61Y/s72-c/belly+dancing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-1121177972945667964</id><published>2009-01-23T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T11:15:06.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gift from Grandma Howells?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://failblog.org/2009/01/23/bronzer-fail/"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-11758" title="fail-owned-bronzer-fail" src="http://failblog.wordpress.com/files/2009/01/fail-owned-bronzer-fail.jpg" alt="fail owned pwned pictures" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://failblog.org"&gt;pwn and owned pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-1121177972945667964?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/1121177972945667964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=1121177972945667964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/1121177972945667964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/1121177972945667964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/01/gift-from-grandma-howells.html' title='A Gift from Grandma Howells?'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-9111406115208762502</id><published>2009-01-21T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T16:54:06.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The service area was located on a main highway leading to the beach. The pump attendant was accustomed to seeing tired and sunburned occupants in the cars that pulled in to tank up. When a rusty old station wagon containing a very tired looking couple and seven screaming children pulled into his station, the attendant tried small talk to cheer the occupants.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Hope you had a good day at the beach! Nice looking kids there. Are they all yours or is this a picnic?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Wearily, the driver replied, "Yes they are all mine and it is NO picnic!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-9111406115208762502?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/9111406115208762502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=9111406115208762502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/9111406115208762502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/9111406115208762502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-this-you.html' title='Is This You?'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-7610872742742764636</id><published>2009-01-19T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:43:39.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of Reckoning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SXTwb0TXtoI/AAAAAAAAAKY/WT-MJ7ZLpQw/s1600-h/animal-scale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 163px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SXTwb0TXtoI/AAAAAAAAAKY/WT-MJ7ZLpQw/s200/animal-scale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293119822754199170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, Rom and I detoxed for one week, and we've been counting calories and eating healthy for one week.  I've watched enough "Biggest Loser" to not be discouraged by my results today.  I did not gain or lose weight this week.  But, considering you typically put back on a pound or two after a juice detox and week 2 is notoriously a plateau, I'm feeling pretty good about our direction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynda made a comment about my BMI not looking too bad -- Yep, it's pretty good, but it doesn't tell the whole story.  Once my CFS hit, I made a common mistake of trying to keep up with my normal exercise routines ... which led to major crashes ... which led to no exercise at all ... which led to 33% body fat and several inches gained around my mid-section (the danger zone), hips and thighs.  So, I'm actually trying to eke my way back into shape and change the fat to muscle.  This week, I've lost a total of one inch in those problem areas, so I'm feeling like I'm on track!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, ladies, belly dancing is so fun!  The moves are surprisingly pretty simple, and you feel so sexy!  I highly recommend it for anyone hating exercise in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to throw out one more item to add to your New Year's resolutions -- Pamper yourself!!!  This is especially for you new moms and preggos out there.  Do something NICE for yourself everyday!  Here's a favorite of mine -- I bought a big, fluffy spa towel, and before I get in the shower, I throw it in the dryer for 5-10 minutes.  Then, when I get out of the shower, it is still warm and cozy!  It feels so good!  My other favorite -- fuzzy socks!  They feel so so&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SXTz7gXZ2_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/dt23abuW_Ao/s1600-h/Fuzzy_Socks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SXTz7gXZ2_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/dt23abuW_Ao/s200/Fuzzy_Socks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293123665693105138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ft on my feet, it's like I'm walking on air all day long.  Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you on track?  How did you do with your resolutions this week?  Do you have any good pampering ideas?  I'd love to hear about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-7610872742742764636?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/7610872742742764636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=7610872742742764636' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/7610872742742764636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/7610872742742764636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-of-reckoning.html' title='Day of Reckoning'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SXTwb0TXtoI/AAAAAAAAAKY/WT-MJ7ZLpQw/s72-c/animal-scale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-3725171521113584292</id><published>2009-01-16T22:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:17:17.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem for Danya</title><content type='html'>Mom posted this poem for Lauri, and I thought it was beautiful.  My friend, Danya, has the opposite problem as Lauri -- health issues that keep her from having babies, so she's started the road to adoption.  I think this poem is just as perfect for her (with some modifications) as the rest of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Investment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How enviously&lt;br /&gt;I watched&lt;br /&gt;The rose bush&lt;br /&gt;Bear her bud-&lt;br /&gt;Such an easy,&lt;br /&gt;Lovely birth.&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;At that moment&lt;br /&gt;I wished&lt;br /&gt;The sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;myth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were true -&lt;br /&gt;That I could Pluck you,&lt;br /&gt;My child,&lt;br /&gt;From some&lt;br /&gt;Green vine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now&lt;br /&gt;As you breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Through flesh&lt;br /&gt;That was mine&lt;br /&gt;(Gently in the&lt;br /&gt;Small circle&lt;br /&gt;Of my arms),&lt;br /&gt;I see&lt;br /&gt;The wisdom&lt;br /&gt;of investment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The easy gift&lt;br /&gt;Is easy to forget&lt;br /&gt;But what is bought&lt;br /&gt;With coin of pain-&lt;br /&gt;Is dearly kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol Lynn Pearson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-3725171521113584292?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/3725171521113584292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=3725171521113584292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/3725171521113584292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/3725171521113584292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/01/poem-for-danya.html' title='Poem for Danya'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-5672654189050134765</id><published>2009-01-14T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T13:29:18.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission: A Healthy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SW5VLkxmW3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/8I2YzQSabcM/s1600-h/4741_2371_mission-impossible-mouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SW5VLkxmW3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/8I2YzQSabcM/s200/4741_2371_mission-impossible-mouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291260269545544562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Your mission, should you choose to accept it is this:  Have a healthy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many ways to accomplish your mission.  Diet, exercise, sleep, stress, simplifying, giving, and organizing -- all can add up to a happier, healthier you!  A lot of us have been plagued with health issues, and we know something has to change!  Climb on board, and we can do it together now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose a goal, and comment to let me know what you want to work on.  I'll share my goals with you, too.  I'll post my progress and let you know how I'm doing, and we can support each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting with exercise and eating healthy.  Lynda shared a fantastic website with me for tracking calories -- &lt;a href="http://caloriecount.about.com/"&gt;Calorie Counter&lt;/a&gt;.  I'm using this tool to keep a food diary.  Also, I've done a menu for this week.  I'm eating &lt;a href="http://chronic-fatigue-recipes.blogspot.com/2009/01/baked-pesto-chicken.html"&gt;Baked Pesto Chicken&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://chronic-fatigue-recipes.blogspot.com/2009/01/herb-roasted-winter-veggies.html"&gt;Herb Roasted Winter Veggies&lt;/a&gt; over orzo pasta, &lt;a href="http://chronic-fatigue-recipes.blogspot.com/2009/01/skinny-tortilla-soup.html"&gt;Skinny Tortilla Soup&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://chronic-fatigue-recipes.blogspot.com/2009/01/baked-salmon-with-tomatoes-and-spinach.html"&gt;Baked Salmon with Tomatoes and Spinach&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://chronic-fatigue-recipes.blogspot.com/2008/11/aloo-gobi.html"&gt;Aloo Gobi&lt;/a&gt;.  That leaves two days for leftovers or eating out.  All the recipes can be found on my recipe blog, &lt;a href="http://chronic-fatigue-recipes.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Flagging Chef.&lt;/a&gt;  And how's that for amazing linking all in one paragraph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For exercising, I am increasing my yoga incrementally, and I have begun belly dancing!  You all know what that means, don't you?  Once I can put together a routine, I will have the kids video tape me belly dancing, and I will post it here!  I strongly recommend keeping bamboo skewers on hand in case you feel the need to poke your eyes out after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help with my chronic fatigue, I will also continue my &lt;a href="http://www.chronic-fatigue-community.com/chronic-fatigue-pacing.html"&gt;pacing&lt;/a&gt; (which, by the way, is fantastic for simplifying your life even if you don't have chronic fatigue!), improve my sleep habits, and work on stress reduction, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-5672654189050134765?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/5672654189050134765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=5672654189050134765' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/5672654189050134765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/5672654189050134765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/01/mission-healthy-new-year.html' title='Mission: A Healthy New Year!'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SW5VLkxmW3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/8I2YzQSabcM/s72-c/4741_2371_mission-impossible-mouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-6863365703194926434</id><published>2009-01-13T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:15:32.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Business</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SWz1bT3M3uI/AAAAAAAAAKI/APN0V6A-B_s/s1600-h/cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SWz1bT3M3uI/AAAAAAAAAKI/APN0V6A-B_s/s200/cartoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290873511790567138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK, you know how I said in the last post that our business appears to have turned a corner?  Well, then it went up, up, up very high, and whoosh -- straight down again, and then zig zagged left and right and then up, up, up again, and we were held suspended in air, looking down from a great height, holding our breaths, and then zoom!  rocketing toward the ground and certain death, and then just at the last minute, another whoosh and we just missed rock bottom and started up again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I'm going to laugh, scream, or vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, really, owning your own business is so &lt;i&gt;fun!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-6863365703194926434?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/6863365703194926434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=6863365703194926434' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/6863365703194926434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/6863365703194926434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/01/funny-business.html' title='Funny Business'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SWz1bT3M3uI/AAAAAAAAAKI/APN0V6A-B_s/s72-c/cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-6907680057094715323</id><published>2009-01-12T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:02:47.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Signs It's Going to Be a Good 2009</title><content type='html'>10. After my detox, I am now once again under my top pregnancy weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  During Christmas vacation, the kids were giggly and happy and played well together and did not devolve into this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SWuDqZWyTYI/AAAAAAAAAKA/NH6sz90sTPk/s1600-h/fight_cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 118px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SWuDqZWyTYI/AAAAAAAAAKA/NH6sz90sTPk/s200/fight_cartoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290466951660981634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Our new business &lt;i&gt;appears&lt;/i&gt; to have turned a corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I, unlike 3 of my sister/sisters-in law, did not have a baby (more power to you, sistas!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Johnette the angel has volunteered to wake Kyara up for seminary every morning for me, so I can recuperate better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Romers is back into water polo to take the edge off his hyperness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  All right, let's be honest -- all the kids are back at school, which leaves me with some happy quiet mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I spent the end of the year with Rom in San Diego in a glorious torpor where my every whim and fancy was indulged to perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I went to the best New Year's Eve party EVER!  (&lt;a href="http://thelyndlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-eve-2009.html"&gt;Check out Danya's blog&lt;/a&gt; -- it has some fantastic videos, especially Shandee's karaoke and Tara's "Eye of the Tiger.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Hey -- I survived 2008, didn't I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-6907680057094715323?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/6907680057094715323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=6907680057094715323' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/6907680057094715323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/6907680057094715323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/01/top-10-signs-its-going-to-be-good-2009.html' title='Top 10 Signs It&apos;s Going to Be a Good 2009'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SWuDqZWyTYI/AAAAAAAAAKA/NH6sz90sTPk/s72-c/fight_cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-9119430846030074488</id><published>2009-01-10T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:18:59.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Wrap Up</title><content type='html'>Here's the final post about Christmas!  I would have written earlier, but Romney had stolen my camera and I couldn't get to the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful evening at Mom and Dad's house Christmas Eve.  It was very casual -- we ate a lot and talked a lot.  We didn't stay forever, so we were able to make it a relatively early night to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell when I'm finally completely wiped out, because I stop taking pictures!  I missed most of the kids opening presents, but I got the big one -- Wii and Guitar Hero.  I didn't get any pictures at all at John and Terri's house, but we all enjoyed a wonderful dinner and another casual time talking and playing with cousins and catching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e7a41774f544d354e413d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Christmas Wrap Up" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e7a41774f544d354e413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-9119430846030074488?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/9119430846030074488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=9119430846030074488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/9119430846030074488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/9119430846030074488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-wrap-up.html' title='Christmas Wrap Up'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-5581420521565360302</id><published>2009-01-03T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:32:46.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Catch Up</title><content type='html'>OK, so instead of separate posts, I'm just going to cram in everything at once!  Johnette and Anneli had a very nice Christmas choir concert.  They performed very well.  Johnette is a little more of a ham; Ana gets shy in the spotlight!  Their teacher is kind of crazy, so it went on a little longer than it should have, but the girls were fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin's 1st grade class did a play about a little tree teaching us all the true meaning of Christmas.  Gavin was darling!  He remembered all his lines and spoke out loud and clear.  It was very fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also included some pictures of the lights in our neighborhood.  Our neighborhood always does them up so well!  I didn't even get the ones further down the street, which are truly spectacular.  I'll have to see if I can't catch them early next year, before I'm too tired to do anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e6a67324f4459324d413d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Christmas Memories" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e6a67324f4459324d413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll finish my Christmas posts with some Christmas Eve pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-5581420521565360302?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/5581420521565360302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=5581420521565360302' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/5581420521565360302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/5581420521565360302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-catch-up.html' title='Christmas Catch Up'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-2849692345412377885</id><published>2008-12-23T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:09:28.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another First!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SVF8O9VNt4I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/29JK6zcXi34/s1600-h/NAU+Mascot.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 121px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SVF8O9VNt4I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/29JK6zcXi34/s200/NAU+Mascot.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283140434305857410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Kyara has received not only her first college acceptance letter, but her first scholarship offer as well!  Yay!  Congratulations, Kyara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach and Rachelle will be happy to know that the offer was from Northern Arizona University.  It's a couple of hours away from where they live, I think.  It's a good school -- it's small, with smaller class sizes.  It's not a big party school like ASU.  It has a really good journalism department, which is what Kyara wants to get into.  She has an amazing talent for writing and wants to develop it more and follow a career that capitalizes on her talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has applied to a few more colleges, and she's still trying to get her transcripts into BYU before their deadline.  So, she's going to be inundated with options!  It's fun and exciting, and it will be interesting to see where she ends up!  It's nice to have the world at your feet, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're making us proud, Kyara Danyelle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-2849692345412377885?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/2849692345412377885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=2849692345412377885' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/2849692345412377885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/2849692345412377885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-first.html' title='Another First!'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SVF8O9VNt4I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/29JK6zcXi34/s72-c/NAU+Mascot.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894305877173826214.post-6944380706668852733</id><published>2008-12-23T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:47:19.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tree</title><content type='html'>Ok, remember how we used to go out hunting for the perfect tree?  Dad would drive around to ten different tree lots.  We'd look over all the trees, shake a couple out, check it from every angle.  If we didn't get a unanimous decision, we went on to the next lot.  Every year, we found just the right tree for us!  And then there were carols in the car and hot chocolate when we got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was just like that for us this year!  Except, instead of ten different lots, we just went to Home Depot.  The kids were all for the first tree we picked up, even though it was completely squashed in the back.  The second tree looked better, and I had to call everyone back together for a perfunctory, "Yeah, it's ok" before one child asked, "Can we go play now?"  Then, as we were paying for the tree, I hear a loud crash and a scream, and I think, "Oh, I'm glad that's not my children!"  I glance over and discover, oops, those are my children -- and they're the ones who are old enough to know better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I order them all to go wait in the car.  On the ride home, I threaten to buy a fake tree next year.  I turn the Christmas music up loudly to drown out the whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep!  Just like the Christmases I knew so well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e6a4d324f446b304e673d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play The Tree" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e6a4d324f446b304e673d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894305877173826214-6944380706668852733?l=hemethowells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/feeds/6944380706668852733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894305877173826214&amp;postID=6944380706668852733' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/6944380706668852733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894305877173826214/posts/default/6944380706668852733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemethowells.blogspot.com/2008/12/tree.html' title='The Tree'/><author><name>Shelli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LjmJy4CV29Y/SGXOYCuGBqI/AAAAAAAAACI/hBPfQRAcOvs/S220/June10+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
