<?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-616938585667171058</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:07:38.871-06:00</updated><category term='Videos'/><category term='10 on the 10th'/><category term='Pinchin Pennies'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='I Dig My Garden'/><category term='Daybook'/><category term='Thankful Thursday'/><category term='Friday Fill In'/><category term='Health and Wellness'/><category term='What&apos;s Cookin'/><category term='My Cup Runneth Over'/><category term='What I Learned This Week'/><category term='Chit Chat'/><category term='Fun and Games'/><category term='Live Love and LAUGH'/><category term='Manna'/><category term='Mr. Linky Stuff'/><category term='Like Sand Through An Hourglass So Are The Days of My Life'/><title type='text'>The Garden of Eaten</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-6542973214236791063</id><published>2010-02-10T07:55:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T09:44:50.770-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 on the 10th'/><title type='text'>10 on the 10th</title><content type='html'>Here's my &lt;a href="http://www.lifeat7000feet.com/2010/02/10-on-10th.html"&gt;10 on the 10th&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 things I'm planning for Valentine's (I'm not a huge Valentine's person but it's what came to mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Make my man a playlist with special songs and dance to it in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Make fondue for dinner~ Mona Lisa style at home, cheesy and chocolaty goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Eat it by candlelight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Reese's hearts- I bought a package "for my kids" ~Wink~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Going to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Scrabble Valentine game (you put a Scrabble letter for each person's first name, pass it around and take turns drawing a tile and saying something nice about the person whose tile you picked.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Going for a walk. (If the weather is decent, say, above 35? I love going for a walk with my family and holding hands with my sweetheart.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I just remembered my husband has a meeting that day. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. And that my son has 2 basketball games in Denver, so scratch most of these off. Double Grr. (Actually I'm excited because when my son has games Sunday mornings we go to a Saturday night service somewhere else and I'm really looking forward to that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Diamonds, cute jeans, Mac makeup... now I'm just dreaming because the day is ruined. This is why I'm not a huge Valentine person, too many expectations leads to disappointment. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.romanticjoys.com/love_quotes/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.romanticjoys.com/love_quotes/love_quotes_05.gif" alt="Myspace Love Graphics Quotes" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.romanticjoys.com/love_quotes/" title="Love Myspace Graphics Quotes"&gt;Myspace Quotes Graphics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-6542973214236791063?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/6542973214236791063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2010/02/10-on-10th.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/6542973214236791063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/6542973214236791063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2010/02/10-on-10th.html' title='10 on the 10th'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-1054635380445170131</id><published>2010-01-29T16:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T16:10:03.885-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pinchin Pennies'/><title type='text'>Eat From The Pantry FLOP</title><content type='html'>This has been the longest month ever! I totally failed this challenge but was actually thinking I didn't do that bad until I just sat down to add up the evidence. I am ashamed. I think I have a grocery shopping problem. I need help, do they have groups for people like me? It looks worse in writing so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/4    $66&lt;br /&gt;1/9    $27&lt;br /&gt;1/10  $101&lt;br /&gt;1/12  $108&lt;br /&gt;1/16  $131&lt;br /&gt;1/19  $40&lt;br /&gt;1/21  $87&lt;br /&gt;1/26  $135&lt;br /&gt;1/29  $312 (I stocked back up I couldn't help it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longest I went between shopping was 5 days. I spent over $1000 and $125 eating out. I can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get my refrigerator cleaned out because I swear it was empty all month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very happy that my pantry, fridge and freezer are totally full again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to say for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-1054635380445170131?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/1054635380445170131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2010/01/eat-from-pantry-flop.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/1054635380445170131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/1054635380445170131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2010/01/eat-from-pantry-flop.html' title='Eat From The Pantry FLOP'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-2752338439660582695</id><published>2010-01-21T18:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:11:40.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful Thursday'/><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://truth4thejourney.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Thankful Thursday at Truth 4 the Journey" src="http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm241/razn6/sonya_thankful05.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy to start joining &lt;a href="http://truth4thejourney.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sonya&lt;/a&gt; on Thankful Thursday. I want to make a conscious effort to focus and dwell on all I've been blessed with and this is a great way to train myself to do just that. I plan on writing 5 little things that are happening currently or that I am aware of at the moment, but the biggies that are always on my list of course are Jesus, grace, mercy, agape love,  and salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. BSF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Bible Study Fellowship today for the first time and am so excited to learn and grow through their ministry. I'm thankful I have so many opportunities to study God's Word all around my neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He works so hard, giving up his life for me, so selfless and without even uttering a complaint. I have a handful of "God experiences" you know those things that you know beyond a shadow of a doubt were God and nobody can convince you otherwise? Well one of them was the day I first saw him. I'll never forget, it was like God tapped my shoulder, I looked up from my desk and saw him and just "knew". I didn't really know exactly what but it was just a knowing. Maybe you know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They walk with the Lord, they are healthy, smart and well behaved. What precious gifts. I couldn't ask for anything more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A Daughter's Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited for my husband and daughter to attend this &lt;a href="http://www.adaughtersheart.com/"&gt;dinner/dance&lt;/a&gt;. What a wonderful ministry this couple has started to bring fathers and daughters together in such a special way to strengthen that special bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting a few items at the store today and noticed the people behind me had 2 cases of Ramen, a loaf of white bread and just a few other items. I think it's so sad that it's so cheap to eat unhealthy items and so expensive to eat healthy food. The other day I was looking in the grocery ad and noticed 2 liter soda was 88 cents. I haven't bought soda in ages but couldn't believe it's cheaper than bottled water. And I won't even get started on all the starving people who would be happy to just eat anything. I'm just thinking about the prosperity preaching a lot lately and in view of the rest of the world we are so prosperous. But it's not to spend selfishly on ourselves but we are blessed to be a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-2752338439660582695?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/2752338439660582695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2010/01/thankful-thursday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/2752338439660582695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/2752338439660582695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2010/01/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-5506523201464080030</id><published>2010-01-20T11:59:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T14:36:10.332-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chit Chat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health and Wellness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pinchin Pennies'/><title type='text'>Promises Promises</title><content type='html'>Ok I've been promising the pic about my foot cleanse, recipes for natural frugal cleaners, Eat From Pantry Challenge recipes and whatever else I think about. So here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/S1dWr9u7b0I/AAAAAAAAA4E/avSJsrAhMi0/s1600-h/DSC05928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/S1dWr9u7b0I/AAAAAAAAA4E/avSJsrAhMi0/s400/DSC05928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428903189124181826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about 1/2 way through the 30 minute soak, gross huh? I was involved in &lt;a href="http://www.ahrfoundation.org/dlfiles/study_results.pdf"&gt;this study&lt;/a&gt; to get this product approved by the FDA where I did hair samples and blood work at the beginning, middle and end of the 6 month study. This is when I learned about heavy metals. This foot bath pulls the metals out of your body (and the blood work did prove that it is effective.) There are more pores in your feet than your whole body so soaking your feet is a great way to pull out toxins. You can also use salt or boil ginger and soak your feet in the ginger tea as a way to detox. If we are getting sick we make sure to soak because our immune system is able to get a break from the toxins and fight the cold better. I've heard it help hangovers too but wouldn't know :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** I'm not a doctor, if you are on meds consult your doctor because certain meds can be affected!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the basic ingredients for my natural cleaners...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/S1dempjm05I/AAAAAAAAA4M/7Id1QNQZ2ns/s1600-h/DSC06257.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/_UcuP0DBbvMU/S1dempjm05I/AAAAAAAAA4M/7Id1QNQZ2ns/s400/DSC06257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428911893901661074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That jar with a blue sponge is my version of those ready to use bathroom wipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 Cups water&lt;br /&gt;1 oz liquid castile soap ( I use Dr Bronner's unscented)&lt;br /&gt;6-8 drops of any essential oil (I like orange and/or lemon also tea tree is antibacterial/antifungal)&lt;br /&gt;sponge or old cloths (wash and reuse)&lt;br /&gt;glass jar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes it very easy to wipe down the sink and counter. I keep one in each bathroom and they sell assorted color sponges so I use the sponge that matches the bathroom :) That's the perfectionist in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spray bottle in the picture is what I use to spray the kitchen counter and table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 T baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1 T Borax (stain scrubber)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 C vinegar&lt;br /&gt;1 T Murphy's oil (degreaser)&lt;br /&gt;2 C water&lt;br /&gt;6 drops any essential oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dishwasher Powder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/S1dv0yxEm7I/AAAAAAAAA4U/s0o1mI3IKB4/s1600-h/DSC06259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/S1dv0yxEm7I/AAAAAAAAA4U/s0o1mI3IKB4/s400/DSC06259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428930828589898674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stretch my store bought powder by adding equal parts washing soda and borax. Use about 2 spoonfuls, don't use too much. I also use vinegar in the jet dry rinse compartment. Of course I use the water miser option and then when it's done washing, I open the dishwasher and let them air dry (and all that lovely moisture goes into my dry air ahhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To mop my wood floors I always have just used my Shark steam mop and vinegar but my kids hate the smell so I have a bottle of vinegar marked "floors" that I added essential oil to so it smells better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a gallon of vinegar in the laundry room with essential oil (20 drops lavender, rose geranium, cedar, whatever you like) to use as a fabric softner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carpet/Rug freshner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 C baking soda with 8-10 drops any oil&lt;br /&gt;sprinkle on carpet, sit for 15 minutes (the powder not you) then vacuum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toilet Cleaner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sprinkle some borax and tea tree oil in the bowl, scrub and let it sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few I want to try but haven't made them yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carpet Shampoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Does anyone know if these are safe for steam cleaners? The stuff you buy in the store is so expensive and not good to breath in!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 C baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1/2 C soap flakes&lt;br /&gt;20 drops lavender&lt;br /&gt;8 drops rosemary&lt;br /&gt;1/2 C vinegar&lt;br /&gt;2 C warm water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough dirt/car wash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 gallon water&lt;br /&gt;1/2 C lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;1/4 C liquid soap&lt;br /&gt;3 T baking soda&lt;br /&gt;6 drops eucalyptus (I wouldn't waste the oil on the car wash but that's the recipe if you want to add it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have any other tried and trusted cleaners to share?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/S1dycg7PWMI/AAAAAAAAA4c/ZJHxGGUqCc0/s1600-h/DSC06258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/S1dycg7PWMI/AAAAAAAAA4c/ZJHxGGUqCc0/s400/DSC06258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428933710018730178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what my house looks like on laundry day. I hang each person's clothes in their doorway so each room smells good and gets the much needed moisture. Plus it makes it really easy to put away! I hang jeans with those hangers that they come on at the store (just ask most will let you keep them) and I hang them by the pant leg so the heavy waistband pulls the wrinkles out. If I wash in the morning everything is dry by evening. Fleece and athletic wear is dry within an hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Bean Tacos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/S1dz4R_wHOI/AAAAAAAAA4k/-KKqgvk4ndI/s1600-h/DSC06247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/S1dz4R_wHOI/AAAAAAAAA4k/-KKqgvk4ndI/s400/DSC06247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428935286559087842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other day I made margarita chicken, rice, black beans, zucchini, salsa and the left overs made these tacos the next day. Just shredded the one piece of chicken that was left, added the extra rice to the beans and salsa (cilantro, onions, jalapeno, garlic and tomato) and a can of rotel. You can add broth to make it a soup or put it in quesadillas, whatever you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/S1d1LZSOyjI/AAAAAAAAA4s/kELQ389Ud-Q/s1600-h/DSC06252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/S1d1LZSOyjI/AAAAAAAAA4s/kELQ389Ud-Q/s400/DSC06252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428936714444786226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made this yummy pizza with mostly canned/jarred items but I did buy the mozzarella and basil but you can add anything you like and any sauce you like. I used alfredo sauce for one and a smoked tomato dressing for the other. Endless possibilities. And I always bake mine on the grill because it's so yummy like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the whole wheat crust that is really easy to make in the bread machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/S1d19czosHI/AAAAAAAAA40/CNo-OOmU0js/s1600-h/DSC06248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/S1d19czosHI/AAAAAAAAA40/CNo-OOmU0js/s400/DSC06248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428937574383661170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the toppings I used. Capers, artichoke, jalapeno, basil, mozzarella chunks, black olives, fresh tomato, sun dried tomato, roasted garlic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/S1d2jQW0C2I/AAAAAAAAA48/Z7nXFLLQn0U/s1600-h/DSC06250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/S1d2jQW0C2I/AAAAAAAAA48/Z7nXFLLQn0U/s400/DSC06250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428938223876574050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we planned to sit down as a family and enjoy pizza and a movie (Star Trek) but were very disappointed within 15 minutes that they had to throw inappropriate scenes in the movie so we got up and played charades instead. There aren't many family friendly movies I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's all for today I have to get busy! I'll share more another time, promise. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-5506523201464080030?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/5506523201464080030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2010/01/promises-promises.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/5506523201464080030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/5506523201464080030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2010/01/promises-promises.html' title='Promises Promises'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/S1dWr9u7b0I/AAAAAAAAA4E/avSJsrAhMi0/s72-c/DSC05928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-1465726847543496104</id><published>2010-01-15T13:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T13:46:30.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Fill In'/><title type='text'>Happy Friday!</title><content type='html'>Here's my Friday Fill In! Click&lt;a href="http://fridayfillins.blogspot.com/2010/01/159-11510.html"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt; to play too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The lesson I learned yesterday was ___that trying to figure things out in my little pea brain gives me a headache and it's much better to cast my cares__________.&lt;br /&gt;2. __I'm so excited to go to Yosemite this summer_______ where friends and family meet.&lt;br /&gt;3. All these years __I thought I would have it all together by now________.&lt;br /&gt;4. ___The party started__________ when I arrived.&lt;br /&gt;5. The truth is ___I'm a total introvert and NOT the life of the party___________.&lt;br /&gt;6. __Crying______ is what I remember most from that day.&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to __playing (and maybe winning) Bunco with friends___, tomorrow my plans include __picking up a few groceries to make homemade pizzas on Sunday then going to the Saturday night service at church___ and Sunday, I want to __go to my son's basketball games and have a great family evening with a walk, board game, movie and fun night because there is no school Monday___!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-1465726847543496104?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/1465726847543496104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-friday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/1465726847543496104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/1465726847543496104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-friday.html' title='Happy Friday!'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-825960268579845399</id><published>2010-01-15T00:23:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T01:25:23.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun and Games'/><title type='text'>Random Dozen</title><content type='html'>I'm doing 2 posts in one day to make up for my slacking. LOL I saw this &lt;a href="http://trudystreasures-2cats.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-dozen-january-13-2010.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and it looked fun so I'm joining along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When was the last time you craved a food--what was it, and did you cave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course now I can't think of anything. Since I eliminated sugar I haven't really craved anything anymore. Oh I remember now. The other day my husband came home with this loaf of whole wheat sourdough bread and olives but didn't get grapes (he went back and got some for me) so yes I guess I caved. Italian bread, olives and grapes is a meal my grandparents, Dad and now my family love to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. M &amp;amp; M's or Skittles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eww. I don't like sugary, fruity type candy so it would have to be anything chocolate. My husband's grandparents always have peanut M &amp;amp; M's at their house, I can take them or leave them, depends on my resolve that day I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever read the Bible completely through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so. I'm attempting this year (again). I've come pretty close. I'm just lacking some chapters in the Old Testament. My kids told me a funny story once that their Pastor told them. Something like this prophet in heaven will come up to you one day and say, "Dude did you read my book?" and we'll feel pretty bad saying "Uh, you had a book? No I never got around to it." I always think of that. Like poor Obadiah or Nahum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How long does it take you to really wake up in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe 10 minutes. I have my little routine, put on robe/slippers, go downstairs open the curtains, flip on the fire and start making school lunches, by then I'm awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever been on a cruise? If not, would you like to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I have never been on a cruise. My husband really wants to. I have serious issues with traveling since having kids. I want them to go with me so I feel better in case something happened. I hate the thought of leaving them behind and something happening. I'm sure it would be fun though. I don't know if being out on the ocean for a week would scare me though or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who is your favorite actress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man I have to think a while. I don't know names or follow celebrity stuff. I'm so not into that kind of thing. I'll just say Julia Roberts because that's the first person that popped in my head. Or that cute girl, Reese Witherspoon. I liked a couple things she was in. I really don't have a favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. ______ is something that I will just never understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algebra. (I agree with you Trudy!) Or with that earthquake in Haiti, that is hard to understand. Innocent people dying, kids starving, people having babies and dumping them while others desperately want one but can't, stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. How much of a technology junkie are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really. From VHS to DVD was cool but I'm not doing the blue ray thing, forget it. I don't think I would like those digital books whatever they are called. I like to turn the pages. And every camera, TV, camcorder, whatever that we've bought is old as soon as we get it home. I'll use it until it's broke, I'm not trying to keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you enjoy selecting greeting cards for people, or is it more of a cultural "have to" for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped buying greeting cards a long time ago. They can be like $5 or $6 and they end up in the trash. No way. I'll send free ecards or buy my husband an anniversary card (since he keeps them in a box with our high school love letters) and I enjoy picking his out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When was the last time you got a new style/haircut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only get a haircut about once a year and last year I got layers. I have a gift certificate that I need to use (I'm afraid the business will close before I use it or something) and my year is overdue. I'm not a spend-all-day-getting-ready person so nothing too high maintenance.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you enjoy shopping for most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love craft shows or those country clutter type stores. I like going to Vitamin Cottage or Hobby Lobby. I would say a book store but I rarely buy books. I don't like shopping and rarely buy anything except groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What's the last thing you think of before you leave the house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have everything? I should start asking myself "Am I dressed?" Yesterday I took my kids to Awana and as I was signing in I sort of ran my hand across my hair and felt something. Then I realized as I was standing there that I had my greasy bangs pinned back, and didn't even wash my face or anything that day, I just left. I was a little embarrased with myself. My kids didn't even say anything! HAMO Help A Mother Out. I'm getting bad about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-825960268579845399?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/825960268579845399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-dozen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/825960268579845399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/825960268579845399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-dozen.html' title='Random Dozen'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-3965153126519248746</id><published>2010-01-04T08:58:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T10:12:09.612-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daybook'/><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook 1-4-10</title><content type='html'>Here is this week's Simple Woman's Daybook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR TODAY... January 4th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside my window... it's sunny but freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking... about my Reflections post and how I said I want to do more of what I love this year and less of things I don't. I was thinking along the lines of sitting around laughing with my kids instead of alphabetizing the pantry, stuff like that. But it's interesting that the key is to really do the things you don't want. That's how I've spent my new year so far. Little things like I'm sitting on an exercise ball for my posture and abs when I really want to curl up and slouch in my big chair. Or how I'm drinking plain tea when I want coffee loaded with french vanilla cream instead. And bigger things like how my flesh naturally does the opposite of what my spirit would choose to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for... having a relaxing break. We barely went anywhere and spent the majority of our days in pj's. I love sleeping in, not having a schedule, the kids entertaining themselves and just being together and going with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing... my new pj's my hubby got me for Christmas, old robe and old slippers (but I really like them a lot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am remembering... a few days ago when the kids and I drove up to the Denver airport and had dinner with my Dad while he had a layover there. It makes me really sad that he's not close by to just have dinner or something together whenever we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going... to a Pilates class this morning and probably to vitamin cottage to get apples, blueberries, bananas and yogurt even though I am doing the Eat From The Pantry Challenge. I'm out of these items and it's freaking me out. Every morning I make this super yummy yogurt, it's plain yogurt with chopped up apple, pear, banana, blueberries, with cinnamon and this homemade almond, coconut, flax seed and oats granola. Even my kids are asking everyday for apples and my youngest just resorted to a cup of applesauce. I just can't say no to kids wanting fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading... Eat This and Live by Colbert, tons of books on aromatherapy and herbs, deciding which Bible study to do next, and so many others that it's ridiculous really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping... we have a healthy, happy and prosperous New Year even though I'm getting the feeling I should only be hoping for a closer walk with the Lord. I've read a lot of things that have been sticking out for me right now. Like when Paul said Rejoice in the Lord, we forget he was saying that from a prison cell. I guess I'm just having mixed emotions right now. I watch, read and hear so much about the prosperity preaching and there are a lot of scriptures that talk about our riches through Jesus but there are a lot of other scriptures too. I'm thinking a lot about our culture compared to the rest of the world and how a crisis for us is "I can't get a hair appointment for two weeks!" When so many people are going through real trials, life and death situations we don't even hear or think about. There are more Christians being martyred now than any other time in history and here we are ready to give up on our faith if God doesn't give us a promotion or new car or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my mind... I guess I should have wrote all of the above here. I have a lot on my mind as you can see. Sometimes that's a good thing, sometimes it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the learning rooms... even though I don't homeschool my kids still learn at home. My older two are enjoying their new One Year Bible Challenge, my youngest is enjoying watching her Hooked on Phonics DVDs (even though I'm slacking when it comes to the workbooks). She's currently at my feet working on the flash cards. She knows all the capital letters and the sounds so now we are going to work on lower case letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticing that... my cravings for sugar go away after about 10 minutes when I get my mind on something else and that this time around it hasn't really been that hard. I've done this before and ended up like a monster but this time it's not even a big deal. There are a lot of reasons for that I think but I also notice I write a lot and go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pondering these words... To live is Christ, to die is gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the kitchen... oh this is weird. My husband saw this jar of cactus in the store and said he use to eat nopalito tacos and they were really good so that is what we are having tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the house... I'm surprisingly caught up. My once a week cleaning is really nice. I do have dry laundry hanging around that I need to put away, that's about it. Oh and a sink full of dishes but that is always the case. It's rarely empty, like the laundry basket I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things... my new essential oils. I made a kitchen cleaner with orange and lemon, I've sprinkled a little lavender on our pillows, and a few other things that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my picture journal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/S0If5u0Ng2I/AAAAAAAAA38/WAEoyUcmcXA/s1600-h/DSC06239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/S0If5u0Ng2I/AAAAAAAAA38/WAEoyUcmcXA/s400/DSC06239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422931977987523426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's a picture of the yogurt I was talking about, see I really love it and want some more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-3965153126519248746?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/3965153126519248746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2010/01/simple-womans-daybook-1-4-10.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/3965153126519248746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/3965153126519248746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2010/01/simple-womans-daybook-1-4-10.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook 1-4-10'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/S0If5u0Ng2I/AAAAAAAAA38/WAEoyUcmcXA/s72-c/DSC06239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-4082958555213687075</id><published>2009-12-31T07:10:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T07:51:31.931-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun and Games'/><title type='text'>Random Questions</title><content type='html'>1. Do you find it gross to share drinks with family? Friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always share with my hubby and don't even think twice about it. My kids, I will but I check for floaties first. With friends, occasionally with certain ones I guess. They ask me to taste their drink or something and I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What have you learned this year? (You didn't see a question of that weight coming, did you? At least not for #2.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned how to blog. I learned how to sew and thread a bobbin. I learned about making aromatherapy products. I learned more about gardening and composting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When do you dismantle the Christmas decorations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after Christmas. I think I get really excited and put it up too early then am really tired of it the day after. I don't like clutter and I don't care for the red so I like to have my neutral earthy tones back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Something you wish to accomplish before the end of 2009 is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today is the 31st so hmmm? My Dad has a 2 hour layover in Denver so I'm going to go up and see him and hope to return safely. I rarely drive very far and have a tendency to get lost so I'm not happy about going without my hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How do you feel about winter (after Christmas)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's too long here. We have 3 seasons in Colorado- almost winter, winter, and winter's almost over. It's been a very cold winter this year. I love Spring and Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you participated in after-Christmas sales?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I always say I am going to but never want to spend another penny by the time it comes around. Especially this year we had a huge car repair bill and our annual insurance bill is due. ouch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you have plans for New Year's Eve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same thing I do every year. Sleep. My husband always works. Big bummer but I don't really care to ring in the New Year any other way than safe, warm, with my kids, calm and sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Is there anything special awaiting you in January?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fasting. The Eat From Your Pantry Challenge. Meeting with my bookclub. I have a pretty plain life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If your life this year was a movie, what category or genre would it be? (Romance, Comedy, Drama, Thriller, Suspense, Farcical, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Romantic, Comedy, Suspense. I have a romantic heart or whatever they call it but my hubby was super romantic for our anniversary this year. And we laugh daily in our house. Laughter and comedy is huge, that's how we cope and make life bearable sometimes. We laugh a lot. And we have been in suspense wondering what and when is God going to do something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How much time per day do you spend blogging? Please do not lie. I will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't blog every day thank goodness or nothing would get done around here. But when I do get the urge I spend a few hours. Like maybe 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who runs your household?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us I guess. He makes the money and is the leader of the house. He would probably say I do because of all the household stuff I do and organizing the kids activities. I try to be submissive but am a very goal oriented person and want things done like yesterday and my husband is very laid back. But I've gotten us in trouble making decisions (like Sarah and Eve) so I'm trying to let my husband hold the reigns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Share one hope/dream for 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was full of all the same ones going into 2009 and nothing happened. So, a closer walk with the Lord would be the main thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-4082958555213687075?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/4082958555213687075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/12/random-questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/4082958555213687075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/4082958555213687075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/12/random-questions.html' title='Random Questions'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-6074077356080592230</id><published>2009-12-30T18:38:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T07:57:15.787-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chit Chat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Like Sand Through An Hourglass So Are The Days of My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Cup Runneth Over'/><title type='text'>Reflecting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SzwbbJEn5SI/AAAAAAAAA3k/Bw1dtMj1NxQ/s1600-h/REFLECTION_COVER_1_11inch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421238204552963362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 379px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 388px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SzwbbJEn5SI/AAAAAAAAA3k/Bw1dtMj1NxQ/s400/REFLECTION_COVER_1_11inch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have spent this week reflecting and looking ahead. I love the last week of the year for just that reason. It's interesting to look back at my footprints over the last year and see where I've been and be filled with anticipation and hope for the new year! I don't exactly make resolutions because that's just disappointing. But I do have goals. I'm not legalistic but just look for progress. Like running a marathon, not a sprint. Hopeful to achieve something but full of grace if/when I have an off day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, I'm looking forward to taking a trip with my husband for our 10 year anniversary. I'm hoping to stick with my &lt;a href="http://www.oneyearbibleonline.com/january.asp?version=51&amp;amp;startmmdd=0101"&gt;1 year Bible reading plan &lt;/a&gt;(and my kids got a child's NLT version to do it with me). Stick with the gym and healthy eating habits. Spend more time doing things I love and less time doing things I don't. Live with an eternity perspective.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was addressing Christmas cards this year and as I opened our address book I was reminded that two friends in there entered into eternity this year. Coupled with my 30th birthday this year I've really been taught to "number my days". This has been an interesting phenomenon for me to enjoy the gift of the present and stop wasting today fretting over yesterday or worrying about tomorrow. As a natural worrier and saver I've found myself on many occasions this year savoring a dinner out with my family rather than complain about the bill and how I can cook at home for so much cheaper! It's moments and memories that I want to treasure on my death bed, not a bank statement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also made huge strides on my perfectionist housekeeping that was close to destroying me at one point in my life. My kids aren't going to look back on their childhood and say "Man, mom needed to vacuum more, our carpet was a mess!" I'm trying to find a balance. I spend one day a week on serious cleaning then the rest of the week just light upkeep. This is huge for me and I could write pages on this topic but I won't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a lighter note, this year I've also met a few other goals. I've learned to sew. I'm not entering quilting contests but I can sew a straight stitch and thread my bobbin and feel pretty happy about that. I've also starting my vermicompost bin and have kept my worms alive for 10 months and now have the best possible soil for my garden this year. I've also started making and learning about aromatherapy and natural cleaners with essential oils. We also joined the gym this year and have stuck with it regularly for 7 months now. Each year I read and learn more about nutrition and we now eat healthier that we ever have before. Again perfection is not the goal, just progress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course all of this means nothing without my number One. A closer walk with Jesus. A phrase I've embraced and lived by this year, "Enjoy the dew of the morning before getting caught up in the do's of the day." I love the story in Luke about the prodigal son. I think this year the biggest change in me would be found in that story. In verse 12 he said "give me" but when he came back it was "make me". I've spent the good portion of this year saying "give me" but what if He doesn't? I've come to the point I am asking him to "make me'. Make me able to endure my cup. Make me content in Him, not my circumstances. So looking back, I'm reminded of the &lt;a href="http://www.yourcross.org/refinersfirestory.htm"&gt;Refiner's Fire story&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's my prayer for this year too. Lord, change me, mold me, use me. I want to be more like You. Help me to use my time here wisely. When You are all I have, I find out that You are all I need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“God didn't promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow, sun without rain, but He did promise strength for the day, comfort for the tears, and light for the way.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-6074077356080592230?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/6074077356080592230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/12/reflecting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/6074077356080592230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/6074077356080592230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/12/reflecting.html' title='Reflecting'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SzwbbJEn5SI/AAAAAAAAA3k/Bw1dtMj1NxQ/s72-c/REFLECTION_COVER_1_11inch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-5641001433254467144</id><published>2009-12-18T08:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T08:28:39.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Fill In'/><title type='text'>Friday Fill In 12-18-09</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3043/2459486282_9be6217be7_t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No, we will NOT __give up_______.&lt;br /&gt;2. __A lot of stories can be seen in the wood_____ at the old kitchen table.&lt;br /&gt;3. I watched the steam rising from the hot cup of coffee (or tea) and thought: __aaahhh, perfect________.&lt;br /&gt;4. __Everything is_________ going to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'll take __a latte from Starbucks and Einstein bagel sandwich right about now_________.&lt;br /&gt;6. __It's better to be hot than cold______ at least from my point of view.&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to __playing Bunco with friends ___, tomorrow my plans include __working out___ and Sunday, I want to __have a good time at the Raider Bronco game I'm going to___!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-5641001433254467144?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/5641001433254467144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/12/friday-fill-in-12-18-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/5641001433254467144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/5641001433254467144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/12/friday-fill-in-12-18-09.html' title='Friday Fill In 12-18-09'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3043/2459486282_9be6217be7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-3579338978253247404</id><published>2009-12-15T19:43:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T20:18:53.459-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun and Games'/><title type='text'>Ten on Tuesday</title><content type='html'>I saw this fun little meme &lt;a href="http://trudystreasures-2cats.blogspot.com/2009/12/ten-on-tuesday-dec10-do-you-prefer.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and thought I'd join!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your favorite recipe using ground beef?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always substitute ground bison for ground beef, but I would say meatball sandwiches. Maybe because that sounds good right now. But I use it most often in chili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What was your favorite book as a kid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the whole Sweet Valley Twins series and some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Babysitter's&lt;/span&gt; Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did you work as a teenager and if so, where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I had to get a job as soon as I turned 16 so I could pay for gas and insurance (the rest I spent on clothes, nails and tanning). I actually have always been a saver and my whole "life savings" at the age of 19 went to buy my husband his wedding ring. Oops, rabbit trail. I was a cashier at the Kmart around the corner from my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did you work while in college and if so, where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never made it to college. I found out I was pregnant the summer after I graduated high school. I still went to take my entrance exam at the community college but left during the break to go to the beach with my boyfriend/now husband. I was a bad girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When you go to sleep do you like total darkness or semi? When you go to sleep do you need quiet or is some noise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it totally dark and totally quiet. My husband is opposite, he used to only be able to sleep with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; on. Now he just stays on the computer so I have to sleep with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;monitor&lt;/span&gt; light and clicking of the keyboard. He's desensitized me and I've broke him of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When doing laundry, fabric softener or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I hang my clothes to dry around the house (saving about $25 a month in electric bill) so the smell acts as an air freshener (and it also puts much needed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;moisture&lt;/span&gt; in our dry house). I've also tried just vinegar and miss the fragrance so am going to try vinegar with essential oils for a better scent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Would you rather be blind or deaf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deaf. Would want to see and be independent. Could read lips, captioning, books and sign language. I use to help 2 people that were both deaf and blind and that rocked my mind that they lived in total darkness and silence. They relied heavily on scents and vibrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Bottled water or tap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a reverse osmosis system for my tap water. I only use water bottles to grab and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do you put on pancakes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure maple syrup or this amazing banana syrup by husband makes (I think it's bananas, butter, brown sugar and vanilla cooked in a saucepan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you prefer classic old movies or new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I would say classic. I do like some new ones though too. I'm not a huge movie person. I like documentaries. Sorta like my books, I like to be learning something or I feel I'm wasting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-3579338978253247404?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/3579338978253247404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/12/ten-on-tuesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/3579338978253247404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/3579338978253247404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/12/ten-on-tuesday.html' title='Ten on Tuesday'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-4152567228359163782</id><published>2009-12-14T08:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T12:00:38.772-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daybook'/><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook 12/14</title><content type='html'>Here is this week's Simple Woman's Daybook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR TODAY... December 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside my window... the sun is shining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking... how fast this year went and am floored by how fast this decade went. Seems like the big Y2K was just yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for... being over the stomach bug, being finished with Christmas shopping, and only 4 more days until break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing... the usual, pj's, robe and slippers (but it's still early so that's ok.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am remembering... New Year's Eve 10 years ago when my husband proposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going... to start the laundry, to pilates, to enjoy my quiet afternoon and then to basketball practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading... way too many books. I have around 40 books checked out from the library! Here's some- Gone in a Heartbeat (about the shooting at my church 2 years ago), What You Don't Know May Be Killing You, Eat This and Live, The Screwtape Letters, I Love Everybody (and Other Atrocious Lies),  Patient Heal Thyself, something like Being a Mary in a Martha World and I that's all I remember off hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping... our break goes well; the kids don't fight too much and my husband gets some much needed rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my mind... baking, school situation (our elementary school is closing), my exhausted husband and how I can help him and my to do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the learning rooms... I ordered my little one Hooked On Phonics for Christmas and really hope it works! She can't wait to learn how to read (me either!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticing that... time flies, there will always be housework, in the end the most important thing is our relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pondering these words... "Go to a jusnk yard sometime and look at people's treasures." Joyce Meyer She was talking about how people work so hard, neglecting the people in their lives, marriages end, kids grow up ignored, all for those possessions that in up in a dump somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the kitchen... either chicken or brisket with spinach, baked beans and sweet potato fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the house... need to do laundry, clean the kitchen and pick up after the weekend. I have a couple things to wrap. Part of me wants to bake cookies and fudge and Christmas goodies but part of me doesn't want to since I don't want myself or my family to eat too much sugar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things... well for today, my 4 year old stayed in her bed all night and didn't wake up until after 7!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my picture journal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SyZa-7tkLWI/AAAAAAAAA3c/ZnXPOCQXbKw/s1600-h/christmas+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SyZa-7tkLWI/AAAAAAAAA3c/ZnXPOCQXbKw/s400/christmas+09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415115639186795874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-4152567228359163782?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/4152567228359163782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/12/simple-womans-daybook-1214.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/4152567228359163782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/4152567228359163782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/12/simple-womans-daybook-1214.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook 12/14'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SyZa-7tkLWI/AAAAAAAAA3c/ZnXPOCQXbKw/s72-c/christmas+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-700442218827621957</id><published>2009-12-10T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T10:26:43.746-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 on the 10th'/><title type='text'>10 on the 10th- December</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifeat7000feet.com/2009/04/10-on-10th.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFHDT0A1RVU/SbXNF25o1eI/AAAAAAAACs0/IXP2xRqXFFQ/s400/one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Here's my &lt;a href="http://www.lifeat7000feet.com/2009/12/10-on-10th.html"&gt;10 on the 10th&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was planning on writing about 10 things I want for Christmas but I did this "You Pick 5" application on Facebook and the question was 5 things you want for Christmas and I struggled to come up with 5 things so that won't work! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll just do a Christmas Potpourri (I got that from Jeopardy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Here are the things I want (but won't be getting them since I'm not even asking or telling anyone because they are too expensive and I would never let anyone spend that much on me!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Essential oils (from &lt;a href="http://www.youngliving.com/essential-and-massage-oils"&gt;Young Living&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;satin pillow case (from &lt;a href="http://www.atouchofsatin.com/"&gt;A Touch of Satin&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.savemyface.com/cart/"&gt;Save My Face Pillow&lt;/a&gt; (will settle for a memory foam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.logos.com/products/details/1515"&gt;New American Commentary&lt;/a&gt; on CD-ROM (maybe they have some volumes at the library?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a &lt;a href="http://www.glorystar.tv/"&gt;Glorystar satellite&lt;/a&gt; (still wanting one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mop pads for my &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Shark-Steam-STEAM-CLEANING-MODEL/dp/B001462E58"&gt;Shark&lt;/a&gt; (those are cheap enough I might actually order that now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. After my very selfish, materialistic #1, I really love this one song I heard this year. I was planning on posting a You Tube video of it but can't even find it! If you've heard it help me out because it's bugging me now not to know! It's a male singer and he starts off singing about being all ready for Christmas then he says what he wants most of all... "It's your presence Lord"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. What I'm cooking- everyone comes to my house Christmas morning so I like dishes that can be prepared the night before and just pop in the oven that morning. I make a french toast casserole, spinach quiche and a hash brown casserole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. My favorite Christmas cookies are my grandma's Italian Anise cookies (but I make them with vanilla). They are so good! My Aunt would even send us a shoebox full of these cookies every year after my Grandma passed. We looked so forward to receiving that package! I also make a Panettone pudding, those are so yummy! This year I'm going to try and make another traditional Italian Christmas favorite. (I love these Depression Cooking videos!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c5tXODF4of0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c5tXODF4of0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Tree/Ornaments- I don't really care for those trees that are decorated with one color ornament you know what I mean? They look beautiful in a department store but not a home. I like ornaments with memories. I remember going to a friend's house and his mom showed me their tree, she had a story for every single ornament, I like that. Every time I hang an ornament that someone gave me, I remember them and the moment they gave it to me no matter how long it's been!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Funny stuff- My favorite Office episode was that one where they had an office Christmas party and played Yankee Swap (with the Ipod). I read this book this year called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Idiot-Girls-Christmas-Tales-Naughty/dp/1400064368"&gt;An Idiot Girl's Christmas&lt;/a&gt;, it was very funny (if you can relate to the stuff in it)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Mixing traditions- when 2 people get married it's silly the things that come up. I remember my husband's family never filled their stocking until Christmas Eve and everything inside was wrapped and they were told it was from Santa. And Santa left wrapped gifts under the tree. At my house my parents put things in the stocking (not wrapped) and Santa left something out Christmas Eve unwrapped. We mostly do it my way except I now wrap the stocking stuff (mainly because I remember sneaking a peak when I was a kid- I couldn't help it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Gifts- We don't go crazy (or broke) buying gifts for my kids. A few years back I heard someone mention the "Jesus got 3 gifts so you get 3 gifts" idea so that's what we do. I don't include clothes and shoes in that. And I don't perfectly get 3 items, more like 3 packages. I always get some sort of game, a learning activity/book/craft and then a toy/video game. Plus what Santa leaves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I'm baking &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Red-Velvet-Cake/Detail.aspx"&gt;this birthday cake&lt;/a&gt;. I think the red and white are neat reminders of His blood and washing us white as snow.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Things I would love to do- go caroling or have people show up and carol at my house, ice skate on a lake, read Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol, host a cookie exchange and see a Christmas production/play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-700442218827621957?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/700442218827621957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/12/10-on-10th-december.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/700442218827621957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/700442218827621957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/12/10-on-10th-december.html' title='10 on the 10th- December'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFHDT0A1RVU/SbXNF25o1eI/AAAAAAAACs0/IXP2xRqXFFQ/s72-c/one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-7343074517510540755</id><published>2009-12-05T19:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:17:31.658-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chit Chat'/><title type='text'>Life Is Like A Hike</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago I went on a hike that was so much like my life I thought I would post the story here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and our youngest started out on a beautiful, warm day for a quick little hike. It wasn't quite what we had in mind. We didn't realize it was in a shadowy canyon, hence covered in snow. But we rolled with it. We were feeling a little overwhelmed that day and hitting the trail has a way of making you forget about everything. It was just what we needed for our weary souls. We enjoyed talking and laughing, silence and thinking, taking in the sights, sounds and smells and eventually hashing things out with God one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of the trail there was this sign. I didn't pay much attention to it but when we got down I took a picture of it. How important it is to read instructions! "My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SvOExQ-5smI/AAAAAAAAA04/P6jX_d88XIg/s1600-h/DSC06037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400806360054608482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SvOExQ-5smI/AAAAAAAAA04/P6jX_d88XIg/s400/DSC06037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It says Stay on the (narrow) trail, Hazards Include and Are You Prepared?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love this sign. We know what the hazards of life include. We've all experienced the principalities and powers that we wrestle against. But are we prepared? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Does someone know your plan, maybe even help you and encourage you with it? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Only One knows our return time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do we know Who to call for help? Sometimes we go to the phone when we need to go to the throne. Prayer is like 911. Always available at any hour and any situation to send help whether we need strength, wisdom, provision... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It reminds us that we need water (living water), food (manna our daily bread) and Son protection! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then it asks if we have proper shoes and clothes. Many days I've gotten up and started my day without getting dressed properly. Oh how I need my helmet of salvation to block the enemy from my mind. And my robe of righteousness to remind me who I am because of the covenant process where we exchanged robes as shadowed by Jonathan and David. Many times I don't have the belt of truth on. When you have the truth and know it to your core it's easy to spot lies. Many times I've put on running shoes and been frantic instead of covering my feet with the gospel of peace. I've been on the defense when I should have been on the offense wielding my sword. And above all, I've been hit with fiery darts because I didn't have my shield of faith up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SvOGWycu8aI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/p072T6klKYU/s1600-h/DSC05995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400808104204890530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SvOGWycu8aI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/p072T6klKYU/s400/DSC05995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a stream all along the trail and what would have been a cute little waterfall was frozen solid. I'm like that sometimes. Out of my belly should flow living water but I get hardened and the flow stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SvOGJTCsFDI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/erA9jE1XBr0/s1600-h/DSC05989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400807872435852338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SvOGJTCsFDI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/erA9jE1XBr0/s400/DSC05989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our first time on this hike and we didn't exactly know where to go. A few times we wondered off the path. It was easy to do. But all around there were these faint arrows showing us the way. If you weren't really looking you would miss them. But there they were. We followed them and they never steered us the wrong way. They were saying, "This is the way, walk in it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SvOH080CEpI/AAAAAAAAA2A/WUzUoYkTZ8E/s1600-h/DSC06036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400809721894670994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SvOH080CEpI/AAAAAAAAA2A/WUzUoYkTZ8E/s400/DSC06036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hike was harder than we expected and we weren't really prepared for the conditions. The trail was so icy we had to concentrate on every step we made for fear of making the wrong step and falling. But inevitably we did fall. It leaves you hurt, dirty, embarrassed, shaken up, weary of going on. But you get up. Though a righteous man falls seven times, he gets up. Maybe more determined than before, more aware and more careful. Clothes can be washed, sometimes there is a stain but they generally come clean. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SvOFt2ANPEI/AAAAAAAAA1A/BAWvgYfqOjA/s1600-h/DSC06040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400807400784346178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SvOFt2ANPEI/AAAAAAAAA1A/BAWvgYfqOjA/s400/DSC06040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes you fall so hard that you are left with a scar. You heal eventually but you never forget. The scar will always remind you. Moments like those you don't bounce back up. You stay down a while. Even doubt yourself and consider turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SvOF7cPJwqI/AAAAAAAAA1I/2MoqFpCdoEc/s1600-h/DSC06033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400807634385879714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SvOF7cPJwqI/AAAAAAAAA1I/2MoqFpCdoEc/s400/DSC06033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As we were walking along this scary, dangerous, uncertain path, I used everything stable around me to hold onto. I grabbed limbs on nearby trees that had strong roots. I planted my feet on sturdy rocks. Once I quickly reached out and grabbed this bush only to clasp a handful of thorns. It hurt and I didn't want to reach out again but eventually you have to trust that not everything you reach out for is going to have thorns and hurt you. You can try to make it alone but end up falling a lot more. At the beginning of the trail someone left a branch that I was using as a walking stick. It kept me from falling in tough areas so many times. It made the hike easier. It made me realize how important it is to have someone strong to lean on when I am weak. Sometimes we are the leaner, sometimes we are the stick. There was this one particularly tough area that I guess I leaned on the stick too heavily because it broke and I fell. Occasionally when things are so bad all the sticks around just aren't strong enough to lean on because there is only One that is able to bear your weight and never fail you. That's where the bulk of our weight should rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SvOIrjHbOQI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/TtrTjFVonrk/s1600-h/DSC06034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400810659889494274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SvOIrjHbOQI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/TtrTjFVonrk/s400/DSC06034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally I would stop and look up and couldn't see the end in sight. There was no light at the end of the tunnel. My husband would get far ahead and at certain points I couldn't see him. I was scared and I cried out to my husband in despair, "You don't even love me! If you cared about me you wouldn't put me in danger like this!" That's absurd I know. My husband would give his life for me. But then I remembered many times in my life when situations were difficult saying the same thing to God. Even more absurd. But I've wondered, "Where are you? Don't you love me? Is this ever going to end?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SvOGngniH4I/AAAAAAAAA1g/pvmkUQEqs64/s1600-h/DSC06001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400808391476125570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SvOGngniH4I/AAAAAAAAA1g/pvmkUQEqs64/s400/DSC06001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At one point I stopped and looked back to see how far I'd come and it brought fresh tears to my eyes. The view was amazing. Wow, I've come a long way. "I'm not where I need to be but thank God I'm not where I used to be." (Joyce Meyer quote) Even in the middle of our journey, if we look we can find something beautiful about it. Or we can keep our head down and miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SvOG7_JATxI/AAAAAAAAA1o/TS-ZYSo3qF0/s1600-h/DSC05999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400808743266963218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SvOG7_JATxI/AAAAAAAAA1o/TS-ZYSo3qF0/s400/DSC05999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you press on, you'll make it. Oh the joy of making it! If only it can always be a mountaintop experience. But the valleys are what make the mountaintop so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SvOHI9qS68I/AAAAAAAAA1w/FfLSKfBCsbc/s1600-h/DSC06003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400808966208023490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SvOHI9qS68I/AAAAAAAAA1w/FfLSKfBCsbc/s400/DSC06003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh to finish the race still smiling. Still loving. To hear those most precious words, "Well done good and faithful servant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SvOHnrat6zI/AAAAAAAAA14/ep-A4S-w80M/s1600-h/DSC06010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400809493886790450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SvOHnrat6zI/AAAAAAAAA14/ep-A4S-w80M/s400/DSC06010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-7343074517510540755?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/7343074517510540755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-is-like-hike.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/7343074517510540755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/7343074517510540755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-is-like-hike.html' title='Life Is Like A Hike'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SvOExQ-5smI/AAAAAAAAA04/P6jX_d88XIg/s72-c/DSC06037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-5695994418025412604</id><published>2009-12-04T23:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:39:28.819-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Fill In'/><title type='text'>My First Friday Fill In</title><content type='html'>I'm excited to join along on this &lt;a href="http://fridayfillins.blogspot.com/2009/12/153.html"&gt;Friday Fill In&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You get _&lt;em&gt;wired when you drink a frappuccino at 6pm but it does get rid of a splitting headache&lt;/em&gt;___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. __&lt;em&gt;When toddlers don't take a nap they go&lt;/em&gt;___ right to __&lt;em&gt;sleep&lt;/em&gt;______.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It's _&lt;em&gt;hammer&lt;/em&gt;______ time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. __&lt;em&gt;That was&lt;/em&gt;______ ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I feel more __&lt;em&gt;on top of things this Christmas than I have in the past and it is wonderful&lt;/em&gt;____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. _&lt;em&gt;2 of my 3 kids are at a birthday party sleepover tonight and I wish I could tell them&lt;/em&gt;_____...goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to &lt;em&gt;_either starting wrapping while the kids are gone, addressing Christmas cards or reading (I'll probably read it's already 11:30)____,&lt;/em&gt; tomorrow my plans include &lt;em&gt;_going to my son's football banquet, then to a Christmas Tea with a friend, and finishing up whatever I don't do tonight____&lt;/em&gt; and Sunday, I want to _&lt;em&gt;go to church and hopefully take a family picture to put in our Christmas cards, do something memorable and Christmasy with the fam and relax&lt;/em&gt;____!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-5695994418025412604?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/5695994418025412604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-first-friday-fill-in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/5695994418025412604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/5695994418025412604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-first-friday-fill-in.html' title='My First Friday Fill In'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-3083579267720292866</id><published>2009-11-10T21:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:17:47.863-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 on the 10th'/><title type='text'>10 on the 10th</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifeat7000feet.com/2009/04/10-on-10th.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFHDT0A1RVU/SbXNF25o1eI/AAAAAAAACs0/IXP2xRqXFFQ/s400/one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost 10 pm, planned that for the 10th. Ha not really, I check the date a few days before the 10th saying ok it's coming up and I don't forget but today was just hectic. Then when I was done with my running around I had to lay prostrate and cast my cares for a while before I even attempted to write. I think the last Daybook I wrote I was in a bad mood and you can tell. So anyway whatever, rambling. I have so many things I can do but since Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday it is only right that this month's 10 on the 10th is about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I love about Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Getting together with family or friends without the need for gift giving to overshadow the day. It feels good to just get together, just you, just show up, that's all that is expected. I care to see you, not what you bought me. I like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Focusing on my blessings. I am naturally more of a glass 1/2 empty person and try really hard not to be. I have SO many more positive things in my life to be thankful for but focus on the few things that aren't so great. In my head I know better too. Weird. Anyway, I'd like to be thankful and positive everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Of course the food. My favorite two things are my cornbread dressing and sweet potato casserole. Oh and cranberry sauce. That canned jelly kind to go with the dressing. I really like my step mom's turkey gravy too. I miss having green bean casserole but I've tried making it with different brands of cream of mushroom soup (without msg) and it's just not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Going for a walk after we eat, playing board games and then taking a nap while my hubby watches football. Darn tryptophan! Yeah right, I just love naps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My kids being out of school for a long weekend. Man I love being with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Looking through ads and saying I so don't need any of this crap. I'm not a shopper. Not into stuff. It doesn't make me happy, things break, they rip, they get lost. I went shopping on black Friday for the first time last year because a friend asked and I would rather stay home. I did get good deals I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Memories of Thanksgivings past. I don't live near my family anymore and Thanksgiving is the hardest day to be away. But I remember getting together and laughing with my family so hard about silly things. Or when my grandparents were alive the whole Italian family got together. It was the best. As a little girl I loved getting milk coffee (more milk than coffee) and Italian cookies and running around with cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Going to Granny's. I have never had Thanksgiving at my home. It's always at grandparents, so my turn is a long way off. It's so nice to show up with a dish and that's it. Then the women rally around in the kitchen and help out, chit chatting and it's just a special time. I hope I do a good job when I'm a Grandma. There's a clip from Nicole Johnson you might be familiar with, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9YU0aNAHXP0"&gt;The Invisible Woman&lt;/a&gt;, at the end she talks about wanting to have a home that the kids want to come to for Thanksgiving. Makes me think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The pie. That should have gone with food but as I'm getting near to the end of the day in my mind I remembered the pie. My favorites would be pumpkin and pecan. Oh yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Leftovers. Heating up some of that delicious goodness the next day...mmmm. Not having to cook a meal...aahhh. Weighing myself...oooohhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SvpFs_KiLGI/AAAAAAAAA24/tkQlGTXEWLs/s1600-h/rockwell_thanksgiving1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402707342156508258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SvpFs_KiLGI/AAAAAAAAA24/tkQlGTXEWLs/s400/rockwell_thanksgiving1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, in everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you. 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-3083579267720292866?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/3083579267720292866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/11/10-on-10th.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/3083579267720292866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/3083579267720292866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/11/10-on-10th.html' title='10 on the 10th'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFHDT0A1RVU/SbXNF25o1eI/AAAAAAAACs0/IXP2xRqXFFQ/s72-c/one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-5458902524891165076</id><published>2009-11-08T18:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:49:10.543-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Cookin'/><title type='text'>Black Bean Soup</title><content type='html'>I have tried a few recipes for Black Bean Soup but never found one I loved so I made up my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 C black beans, cooked (approx. I didn't measure)&lt;br /&gt;1 can Rotel tomato&lt;br /&gt;1 14 oz can V8&lt;br /&gt;4-5 garlic cloves, diced or minced&lt;br /&gt;1 red onion, chopped&lt;br /&gt;1/2 bunch cilantro, stemmed&lt;br /&gt;1 box vegetable broth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix all ingredients, bring to a boil then simmer until tender (about 1 hour).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serve with cotija cheese. This is my favorite cheese for so many of the soups I make. Love it! (Around here I can only find it at Safeway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-5458902524891165076?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/5458902524891165076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/11/black-bean-soup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/5458902524891165076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/5458902524891165076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/11/black-bean-soup.html' title='Black Bean Soup'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-2084977358210727934</id><published>2009-11-08T18:21:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:55:50.263-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Cookin'/><title type='text'>Easy Peasy Pot Pie</title><content type='html'>This is one of my kids' favorite meals and it is so easy and I always have the ingredients on hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 bag frozen mixed veggies (carrots, green beans, peas, corn)&lt;br /&gt;5 T butter&lt;br /&gt;5 T flour&lt;br /&gt;1 box organic chicken broth (or veggie broth)&lt;br /&gt;2 C Bisquick and 1 C milk&lt;br /&gt;salt and pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make gravy by melting butter, adding flour to brown, then whisk in the broth and add salt/pepper. While that is going heat the veggies in a saucepan. Mix veggies and gravy in a casserole dish. Top with Bisquick mixture. Bake 350 about 20 minutes until biscuit crust is golden brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I have added potatoes before but forgot last time and liked it without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-2084977358210727934?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/2084977358210727934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/11/easy-peasy-pot-pie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/2084977358210727934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/2084977358210727934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/11/easy-peasy-pot-pie.html' title='Easy Peasy Pot Pie'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-3756662499004529217</id><published>2009-11-03T18:56:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T20:09:05.157-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daybook'/><title type='text'>The Simple Woman's Daybook 11-3</title><content type='html'>Here is this week's&lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt; Simple Woman's Daybook&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SclXth-9MqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0ddFNWm1qLc/s1600-h/02_Monday_simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316877274815738530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SclXth-9MqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0ddFNWm1qLc/s320/02_Monday_simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR TODAY... November 3rd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside my window... it's dark. This is a DAY book, for Mondays. But it's Tuesday night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking... my life might not be as simple as I would like right now. My favorite holiday is Thanksgiving. I love focusing on the important, positives for a change and getting together with the ones you love without the pressure of gift giving. (Even though we are gluttons).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for... being able to go on my son's field trip today. I love when I spend time on things that I know they will remember forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am wearing... ugh, this is unusual because usually when I get dressed to go somewhere the first thing I do when I get home is put on comfy clothes. But I'm still wearing jeans and uncomfortable brown Peter Pan style brown top and my husband's slippers (I had to look for a library video in the car and these were by the door and I haven't taken them off).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am remembering... my day at the Museum. High/Low- High playing this mind game thing with my son where they hook you up and measure brain activity and that activity moves a ball (my son won big time) and Low- going through the prehistoric area and seeing the lies of evolution throughout the place and these poor young minds taking it all in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going... to go crazy ooops I mean, hmm, nowhere I guess. To bed soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading... Beth Moore's Daniel study, Linda Dillow's Calm My Anxious Heart study and Olive Kitteridge. But actually feel like I haven't put in time with any of these books this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping... my house magically cleans itself while I sleep tonight. A girl can hope right? Ok that my husband gets this job that he just applied for. That my cranky toddler who didn't get a nap today (because Papa watched her while I was on a field trip) goes to sleep soon. That I am able to successfully complete the cleanse I plan on doing soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my mind... the trip (possibly 3) to Texas that we are taking next week with our football team for playoffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the learning rooms... I just learned this is not used to write what I am learning but what homeschoolers are doing. But that's ok, I'm always learning stuff so I'll keep doing it. Last week I think I put here about my shyness at football games and stuff but I found out this week that all the football moms that sit together talk trash the whole time. I am so turned off by that, want nothing to do with drama, gossip, that whole thing I would rather keep to myself than get involved. I found out another mom doesn't go to games for that same reason and immediately thought, oh I like her. It's just interesting that the enemy can lie and give you a complex about something when actually God might actually enjoy that characteristic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticing that... there aren't enough hours in the day. Something has to give and I know it's my obsessiveness with housework but that just bugs me. I hate a messy house. But my time with God- a must. Time with family- must. Time for myself/working out- must. It's the only thing that won't count for anything but will burn so I shouldn't waste so much time on it. Besides the days I clean nobody ever "drops by" it's the days things are so hectic I haven't picked anything up that people come over! Why is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pondering these words... "We have more time behind us than in front of us so it's different." Something like that from Olive Kitteredge, it's the first thing that came to my mind ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the kitchen... probably going to be a cereal night. Thank God for cereal nights. I do have a few recipes I've made this week, snapped pictures of and meant to put on here. But I haven't. But I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the house... total disaster. I don't know how 3 little tiny human beings can make such a mess. It's like chasing my tail. Cleaning house while the kids are still growing is like shoveling the walk while it's still snowing. It doesn't help that mom is blogging instead of working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things... reading next to my son on the bus, holding that cranky toddler that I mentioned asleep in my lap now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my picture journal... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SvDobcO2CAI/AAAAAAAAA0w/XLHgzuisWrQ/s1600-h/DSC05965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SvDobcO2CAI/AAAAAAAAA0w/XLHgzuisWrQ/s400/DSC05965.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400071511349790722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-3756662499004529217?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/3756662499004529217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/11/simple-womans-daybook-11-3.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/3756662499004529217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/3756662499004529217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/11/simple-womans-daybook-11-3.html' title='The Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook 11-3'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SclXth-9MqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0ddFNWm1qLc/s72-c/02_Monday_simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-5679732285083748203</id><published>2009-10-26T14:51:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T17:43:37.230-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daybook'/><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook 10-26</title><content type='html'>Here is this week's&lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt; Simple Woman's Daybook&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SclXth-9MqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0ddFNWm1qLc/s1600-h/02_Monday_simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316877274815738530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SclXth-9MqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0ddFNWm1qLc/s320/02_Monday_simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR TODAY... October 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside my window... the sun is shining and snow is melting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking... that maybe I'm in a furnace and not going to come out until my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bondages&lt;/span&gt; are burned off. (Like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Shadrach&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Meshach&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Abednego&lt;/span&gt;) At least I will walk through the fire and not be burned! I like that we are to walk in the fire, not run and panic or lay down and give up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for... God's grace and patience with me, He will finish the work He's started in me. Like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Refiner's&lt;/span&gt; Fire story, the process is complete when the Refiner sees His reflection. Also thankful that in the book of Daniel there was 4 in the fire, and today there is still always 4 in the fire (myself and the Trinity). He will never leave me nor forsake me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing... pink house pants and a soft, comfy pink stripped shirt, and my pink Life Is Good slippers. I'm so excited, I think this is the first time I've answered this and not been in my pj's! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am remembering... the house I grew up in. It was my grandparent's house where I spent a lot of my time and the reason I am the way I am in a lot of ways is because of my Nona's influence. After they passed away, my Dad bought it and we moved in. Well my Dad just had to sell it. I liked to see the hill where my brother and I played in a fort. Or sit in the living room and remember the early mornings I would wake up and always find my grandma knitting and no doubt praying in her rocking chair. Or eat off the trees that my grandfather planted; olives, figs, almonds, lemons, pears. I played card games with my grandpa in the garage. I watched my grandma bake bread and hang clothes on the line. I married the man I love in that backyard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going... absolutely nowhere today and couldn't be happier about it. I love my home. It's a reflection of my heart and I'm very content within it's walls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading... Beth Moore's Daniel study, Linda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Dillow's&lt;/span&gt; Calm My Anxious Heart study and Olive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kitteridge&lt;/span&gt;. I honestly have about 25 other books stacked up waiting but I'm really just spending a lot of time in the Word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping... my husband's grandma comes home soon. She has been visiting family in Tennessee and I miss her. We always go to lunch, make trips to Wally World, that sort of thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my mind... upcoming field trips, school party, Celebrate Women event at church, seeing Nicole Johnson speak in Greeley, trip to Texas if we win the next 2 football games, need to start Christmas shopping, so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the learning rooms... I was thinking the other day about how I'm such an introvert and everywhere  I go I sit alone and have just thought that I like being alone (which I really do). But I realize I do like sitting and talking with other people too, I just would never make the first move. The few close friends I have are outgoing people who draw me out and they always call or they invite me places, but rarely do I initiate. I'm not sure of the why though. Maybe I think I would bother someone if I sat by them, or people would say no if I asked them to go somewhere and I'd take it personal. It must be an insecurity that probably appears as arrogance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticing that... I have plenty of planks in my eye that need my attention rather than taking the easier task and pointing out the sawdust in someone else's eye. I have been upset about something so small when my issue is so much bigger and needs to be dealt with. I've realized something huge today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pondering these words... the lyrics to I Wish by Point of Grace&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   line-height: 12px; font-family:'courier new';font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 12px; font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wish I didn't feel so helpless&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't act so selfish&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't wring my hands night and day&lt;br /&gt;My hair was a little bit smoother&lt;br /&gt;My jeans fit a little bit looser&lt;br /&gt;And I always knew the right things to say&lt;br /&gt;And I wish I wouldn't hide what's been going on inside&lt;br /&gt;And I wish you wouldn't get scared and run away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was doing better&lt;br /&gt;With all the things that matter,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I got some learning to do&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone had someone&lt;br /&gt;To hold em and to love em&lt;br /&gt;The way I'm always gonna love you&lt;br /&gt;I wish wishes came true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there was a cure for cancer&lt;br /&gt;I wish somebody had an answer&lt;br /&gt;And all God's children, never got hurt&lt;br /&gt;I wish Eve never bit that apple&lt;br /&gt;You men never went to battle&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't get so mad at the world&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was more like Jesus&lt;br /&gt;And could pick up all the pieces&lt;br /&gt;And make a better life for my baby girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was doing better&lt;br /&gt;With all the things that matter,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I got some learning to do&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone had someone&lt;br /&gt;To hold em and to love em&lt;br /&gt;The way I'm always gonna love you&lt;br /&gt;I wish wishes came true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everything I am wishing&lt;br /&gt;I know someone up there is listening&lt;br /&gt;So, I say my prayers when I go to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh pray my wishes come true&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was doing better&lt;br /&gt;With all the things that matter,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I got some learning to do&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone had someone&lt;br /&gt;To hold em and to love em&lt;br /&gt;The way I'm always gonna love you&lt;br /&gt;I wish wishes came true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know wishes come true&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  font-weight: bold; line-height: 12px;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;From the kitchen... I'm making a new recipe I got out of Taste of Home's Healthy Cooking called Texan Ranch Chicken Casserole. If it's any good I'll post the recipe. It's also time to make pumpkin dip. It's so yummy with graham crackers and apples. I'll dig the recipe out (if I can find it) and post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the house... had a very quiet day. I love a quiet house where you can actually sit in silence and hear yourself think (one of my favorite things about not having tv). I didn't do a whole lot but allowed myself to just be. I need a lot of days of being and not so much doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things... Yankee Candle tarts. They make my house smell like those cute little country shops (instead of cleats, gym bags, cat, dog, and whatever else!). Oh and space heaters, I've sat next to one all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my picture journal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SuYywaBV6PI/AAAAAAAAA0g/GjElifkMkFc/s1600-h/DSC05916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SuYywaBV6PI/AAAAAAAAA0g/GjElifkMkFc/s400/DSC05916.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397057010650179826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-5679732285083748203?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/5679732285083748203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/10/simple-womans-daybook-10-26.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/5679732285083748203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/5679732285083748203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/10/simple-womans-daybook-10-26.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook 10-26'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SclXth-9MqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0ddFNWm1qLc/s72-c/02_Monday_simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-5816510766277369514</id><published>2009-10-24T13:08:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T15:52:21.771-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Cookin'/><title type='text'>Ratatouille</title><content type='html'>This is what is in my oven right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SuNS_ZBnzoI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/j9O5d8byYFU/s1600-h/DSC05917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396248027522911874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SuNS_ZBnzoI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/j9O5d8byYFU/s400/DSC05917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this recipe. I should have made it tomorrow since it's going to be so cold because it's a perfect snow day meal. But there will be leftovers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;green and yellow squash (I used 1 frozen bag)&lt;br /&gt;red yellow green bell pepper (1 frozen bag)&lt;br /&gt;1 eggplant&lt;br /&gt;1 yellow onion&lt;br /&gt;4 garlic cloves&lt;br /&gt;1 can diced tomato&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2 C beef broth&lt;br /&gt;1 cup whole grain rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saute each veggie one at a time in a little oil to brown. Cook the rice. Then mix all ingredients in a casserole dish and cook in the oven either low heat all day or about 300 for a few hours to let the veggies soften and flavors mix. Serve with freshly baked bread. (My husband likes everything with cheese and spicy so you can add whatever else you like too- he uses cotija and sriracha- I know it's weird a French dish with Mexican cheese,  Asian sauce and Italian bread!) This is not a traditional way to make it (shouldn't have broth, rice or soft veggies but firm) it's just something I came up with and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** oops, on a side note, I forgot that I usually add the rice about 1/2 hour before serving, and it was really good this way but about 1/2 way through when I was checking on it (thank goodness I did) I had to add 2 C water since the rice soaked up all the juice. And btw, we just ate and there was NO leftovers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-5816510766277369514?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/5816510766277369514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/10/ratatouille.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/5816510766277369514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/5816510766277369514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/10/ratatouille.html' title='Ratatouille'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SuNS_ZBnzoI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/j9O5d8byYFU/s72-c/DSC05917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-2467716435674671496</id><published>2009-10-22T12:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T12:26:43.870-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Like Sand Through An Hourglass So Are The Days of My Life'/><title type='text'>Live Like There Is No Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Story to Live By&lt;br /&gt;By Ann Wells (Los Angeles Times)&lt;br /&gt;My brother-in-law opened the bottom drawer of my sister's bureau and lifted out a tissue-wrapped package. 'This,' he said, 'is not a slip. This is lingerie.' He discarded the tissue and handed the slip. It was exquisite; silk, handmade and trimmed with a cobweb of lace. The price tag with an astronomical figure on itwas still attached. 'Jan bought this the first time we went to New York, at least 8 or 9 years ago. She never wore it. She was saving it for a special occasion. Well, I guess this is the occasion.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took the slip from me and put it on the bed with the other clothes we weretaking to the mortician. He hands lingered on the silk material for a moment,then he slammed the drawer shut and turned to me 'Don't ever save anything for aspecial occasion. Every day you're alive is a special occasion.' I remembered those words through the funeral and the days that followed when I helped him and my niece attend to all the sad chores that follow an unexpected death. I thought about them on the plane returning to California from the Midwest where my sister's family lives. I though about all the things that she hadn't seen or heard or done. I though about the things that she had done without realizing that they were special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still thinking about his words, and they've changed my life. I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting on the deck and admiring the view withoutfussing about the weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time with my family and friends and less time in committee meetings. Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experience to savor, not endure. I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them. I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event - such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, the first camellia blossom. I wear my good blazer to the market if I like it. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries without wincing. I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties; clerks in hardware stores and tellers in banks have noses that function as well as my party-going friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what my sister would've done had she known that she wouldn't be here for the tomorrow we all take for granted. I think she would have called family members and a few close friends. She might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think she would have gone out for a Chinese dinner, her favorite food. I'm guessing -&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know. It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew that my hours were limited. Angry because I put off seeing good friends whom I was going to get in touch with - someday. Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write - one of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and daughter often enoughhow much I truly love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself that it is special. Every day, every minute, every breath truly is a gift from God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-2467716435674671496?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/2467716435674671496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/10/live-like-there-is-no-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/2467716435674671496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/2467716435674671496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/10/live-like-there-is-no-tomorrow.html' title='Live Like There Is No Tomorrow'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-4815960133177200809</id><published>2009-10-19T10:51:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T14:05:05.605-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daybook'/><title type='text'>The Simple Woman's Daybook 10-19-09</title><content type='html'>Three weeks in a row, I'm on a roll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is this week's &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-28th-daybookers.html"&gt;Simple Woman's Daybook&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SclXth-9MqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0ddFNWm1qLc/s1600-h/02_Monday_simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316877274815738530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SclXth-9MqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0ddFNWm1qLc/s320/02_Monday_simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR TODAY... October 19th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside my window... it's a little cloudy but warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking... about applying for the school district.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for... the years I've been able to stay home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing... my pj's and slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am remembering... Friday night my hubby surprised me with dinner at Pappadeaux then we went to a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going... to go look at property in about 45 minutes. I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading... Beth Moore's Daniel study, Linda Dillow's Calm My Anxious Heart study and Nicole Johnson's Fresh-brewed Life (still) and Cross and Switchblades and Shadow of the Almighty and Olive Kitteridge. Reading a lot of books- so many books, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping... we are able to sell our home and get this other house that we are looking at. That a door opens for a better job for my hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my mind... all the stuff I mentioned above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the learning rooms... at the Joyce Meyer conference what stuck in my mind was about managing our emotions and not letting them manage us. She said it's a lie that you can't control your anger and said if you are in a raging fit upset with your kids and yelling but your pastor or herself showed up at the door you'd calm right down and smile and say well praise the Lord! It was funny and true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticing that... I get a lot done when I stay off this computer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pondering these words... well everyday I read a Proverb for that date and today this stuck out, "And the contentions of a wife are a continual dripping."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the kitchen... I haven't decided or really thought about dinner tonight. For breakfast we had juevos rancheros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the house... Laundry is going, I just cleaned the kitchen, trying to stay on top of it. The usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things... hugging my husband when he walks in from work in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my picture journal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394359229335937554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/StydI3drIhI/AAAAAAAAA0I/aXNLTghLEYM/s400/barn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Well the quality isn't that great but it's the barn at the house we are looking at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-4815960133177200809?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/4815960133177200809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/10/simple-womans-daybook-10-19-09.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/4815960133177200809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/4815960133177200809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/10/simple-womans-daybook-10-19-09.html' title='The Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook 10-19-09'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SclXth-9MqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0ddFNWm1qLc/s72-c/02_Monday_simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-7848572340757417118</id><published>2009-10-13T07:57:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T14:06:11.207-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daybook'/><title type='text'>A Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>Boy Monday rolls around quick doesn't it? I actually remembered this yesterday but a friend called and wanted me to sit with her so I came running. Then I forgot. Better late then never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is this week's &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-28th-daybookers.html"&gt;Simple Woman's Daybook&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SclXth-9MqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0ddFNWm1qLc/s1600-h/02_Monday_simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316877274815738530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SclXth-9MqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0ddFNWm1qLc/s320/02_Monday_simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR TODAY... October 13th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside my window... it's foggy and cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking... I really need to hurry and get ready for my bible study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for... my kids having a short week at school this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing... my pj's, robe and slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am remembering... yesterday when I was getting groceries I got my daughter a pack of string cheese (she loves them) and she looked at the package (usually I have them single in a drawer so she can grab them) and there was a cow on there and she said, "Cows eat string cheese? That's interesting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going... to a Joyce Meyer conference this week! So excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading... Beth Moore's Daniel study, Linda Dillow's Calm My Anxious Heart study and Nicole Johnson's Fresh-brewed Life (still) and Cross and Switchblades and Shadow of the Almighty and Olive Kitteridge. Reading a lot of books- so many books, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping... people like the Mexican Caesar salad that I am bringing to my small group lunch get together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my mind... the usual, all the stuff I just wrote about, juggling my kids schedule, job situation, a whole lot of nothing I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the learning rooms... A bunch of things. One thing I read was about our priorities and how if we spend a lot of time on things that aren't high on our priority list it puts us out of sync. I found that to be true. When things are chaotic and I feel empty, I look at how I've been spending my time and it's usually not in the right order. If that makes any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticing that... I love my life. The chapter this week it my Linda Dillow book was about being content in your role. Not comparing with other women like SAHM longing for a career and single women longing for marriage and on and on. I can truly say I love where I am. (Doesn't mean there aren't hard days.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pondering these words...&lt;br /&gt;(from Daniel study about how we live in a self centered "Babylon". Isaiah 47:8,10 I am and there is none besides me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brimming closets, shoe racks bulge, one in every color, I’ll just indulge.&lt;br /&gt;My wildest whim will oft be met, bigger, faster, give me, get.&lt;br /&gt;Travel on in Babylon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I go first? Knew you’d not care, for my time’s precious. You’ve lots to spare.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll slip in front and off I’ll go. See, I’m quite fast and well, you’re quite slow.&lt;br /&gt;I and me fast friends, life-long.&lt;br /&gt;Prattle on in Babylon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nip it here, just there a lift. I just turned forty, it was a gift.&lt;br /&gt;The eyes, the lips, the bosoms do, sculptured, lasered, injected, too.&lt;br /&gt;No wrinkles left, the tummy’s gone.&lt;br /&gt;Journey on in Babylon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of me, how do you view me?&lt;br /&gt;You get one, but give me three.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t bare to just say no, it’s my desire and rightly so.&lt;br /&gt;Add another and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;Shuffle on in Babylon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No end in sight that I can see, today is blocked by the mirror in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;A wreck, a death, tsunami tide, it mildly stirs me, I must confide.&lt;br /&gt;TV claims tens of thousands gone.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, let’s see what else is on.&lt;br /&gt;Numb to the stunning sight of each new dawn,&lt;br /&gt;Sinking fast in Babylon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a lobster in a pot who begins to like the water hot,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been duped, been tricked, been had, convinced that truth was somehow bad.&lt;br /&gt;Evil, coddled and cooed and purred, and beckoned me and called and lured.&lt;br /&gt;Now in a place with the lights turned on, I’m racing home from Babylon.&lt;br /&gt;I’m racing home from Babylon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Lynn Parker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the kitchen... since my hubby works tonight I am making salmon (he doesn't like fish), spinach and slices of our homegrown tomatoes. Quick and easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the house... Need to do some laundry and finish 1 more costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things... well I haven't been up long so for today it was probably waking my son up for school and laying next to him all warm for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my picture journal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/StSN_mGbLlI/AAAAAAAAA0A/QGvT30DOmYo/s1600-h/DSC05914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392090777568095826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/StSN_mGbLlI/AAAAAAAAA0A/QGvT30DOmYo/s400/DSC05914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-7848572340757417118?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/7848572340757417118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/10/boy-monday-rolls-around-quick-doesnt-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/7848572340757417118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/7848572340757417118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/10/boy-monday-rolls-around-quick-doesnt-it.html' title='A Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SclXth-9MqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0ddFNWm1qLc/s72-c/02_Monday_simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-3211073685110028976</id><published>2009-10-09T12:07:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T13:56:15.396-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 on the 10th'/><title type='text'>10 on the 10th October</title><content type='html'>I'm excited to join &lt;a href="http://www.lifeat7000feet.com/"&gt;Meredith's 10 on the 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! I was having issues and sad that I missed it last month. But it has led me to a deeper season of learning and growing. However, my 10 things are about the lighter side of my life! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 Things That Make You Say, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. This is a table. With lots of paper on it. The evidence is clear by the size of that hand and the attempt to write her name which little darling did this. What would my house look like without Magic Erasers? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Ss-Agi39rgI/AAAAAAAAAzo/tG52qGCR_dg/s1600-h/DSC05872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Ss-Agi39rgI/AAAAAAAAAzo/tG52qGCR_dg/s400/DSC05872.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390668575591476738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 .We blew the water out of our sprinklers and opened this valve to let out every last drop. That was two weeks ago. This makes me laugh because doesn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nemo's&lt;/span&gt; face look like, uh someone hurry this is about to spill! When is this pipe going to stop leaking so I can take down the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt; bucket? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Ss99IO3szSI/AAAAAAAAAzg/rr5Kt6G6BFY/s1600-h/DSC05866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Ss99IO3szSI/AAAAAAAAAzg/rr5Kt6G6BFY/s400/DSC05866.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390664859369917730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. Does everyone accumulate piles like this? Where do all the missing socks go? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Ss98wN3WYgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/lArVHwCkRfw/s1600-h/DSC05823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Ss98wN3WYgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/lArVHwCkRfw/s400/DSC05823.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390664446783152642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. We are having issues with pens in my house. Tables, walls, carpet and this towel. The problem is not so much the pen but the intricate beads and shells on the bottom that do not allow me to wash this decorative towel. How am I going to clean this and more importantly, why did I ever buy this in the first place? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Ss98iCjbqeI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/Jf7WwR11nUw/s1600-h/DSC05821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Ss98iCjbqeI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/Jf7WwR11nUw/s400/DSC05821.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390664203228654050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. I was turning a light off and about to go to bed when I did a double take. I promise that is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; a huge booger but it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; a large green glob of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;playdoh&lt;/span&gt; stuck to a light switch. Why? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Ss98YEZmFZI/AAAAAAAAAzI/LzMADUDmFhU/s1600-h/DSC05820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Ss98YEZmFZI/AAAAAAAAAzI/LzMADUDmFhU/s400/DSC05820.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390664031925573010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6. What is rolling around in my pimped out ride? A 1/2 eaten organic (aka expensive) apple of course. If I was ever stranded in a snow storm I probably wouldn't go hungry. That's how I rationalize not vacuuming up the crumbs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Ss98QHATxCI/AAAAAAAAAzA/lKZf9nn8d3Y/s1600-h/DSC05813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Ss98QHATxCI/AAAAAAAAAzA/lKZf9nn8d3Y/s400/DSC05813.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390663895185867810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7. Why can't we finish one gallon before opening another? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Ss98IkWzjFI/AAAAAAAAAy4/B_Ma5xY5M9o/s1600-h/DSC05811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Ss98IkWzjFI/AAAAAAAAAy4/B_Ma5xY5M9o/s400/DSC05811.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390663765625900114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I took this picture because it's interesting on so many levels. Not just the marker but this fortune was sitting there that says, You shall attain great wisdom with each passing year. Is that a promise or a joke? My 4 year old ate this fortune cookie from leftover &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; food the other day and apparently it was the first time she had one. She took a bite and said, "M&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mm&lt;/span&gt; this is good." A minute later I hear, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Eww&lt;/span&gt;, there's a paper in here!" I laughed so hard. I guess a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;legitimate&lt;/span&gt; question to a 4 year old is why is there paper in my cookie? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Ss-AtXd6JZI/AAAAAAAAAzw/a7BdHZUdzzg/s1600-h/DSC05873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Ss-AtXd6JZI/AAAAAAAAAzw/a7BdHZUdzzg/s400/DSC05873.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390668795867702674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9. Believe it or not I could keep going with the pics (my kids think I'm really strange taking these pics) because there are LOTS of things like this around my house. I'm glad in the anger of the moment I can stop and say oh let me take a pic, look how cute she wrote her name on my table! In the midst of all this, deep down, I know this song is true. I love this song and can totally relate. I try to remember this season is not going to last forever and I really will miss it. I listen to this song and say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/igm2iGvo-us&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/igm2iGvo-us&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm approaching the big 3-0 this month and have been reflecting a lot. I want to focus on the things that matter when I'm lying on my death bed. (I know I said this was the lighter stuff but I love deep stuff!) From the words of a dying woman this makes me say, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Had My Life To Live Over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Erma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Bombeck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following was written by the late Erma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Bombeck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after she found out she had a fatal disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had my life to live over, I would have talked less and listened more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have cried and laughed less while watching television - and more while watching life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There would have been more "I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;you's&lt;/span&gt;".. More "I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;sorrys&lt;/span&gt;" ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute... look at it and really see it ... live it...and never give it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop sweating the small stuff. Life is too short to let it pass you by. We only have one shot at this and then it’s gone. I hope you all have a blessed day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-3211073685110028976?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/3211073685110028976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/10/10-on-10th-october.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/3211073685110028976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/3211073685110028976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/10/10-on-10th-october.html' title='10 on the 10th October'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Ss-Agi39rgI/AAAAAAAAAzo/tG52qGCR_dg/s72-c/DSC05872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-6475216884233700013</id><published>2009-10-08T09:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T09:51:00.498-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Cup Runneth Over'/><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Thank you dear Lord for things to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tasks to complete that are never quite through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for the laundry that piles up so fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the tub I just cleaned though I know it won't last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the toys that litter my floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the mud- caked shoes that sit by the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for the fingerprints on once-clean glass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for my carpet now covered with grass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the kitchen that never stays clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the skillets to scrub that lay in my sink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These things in my life just prove that I'm blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God gave me a family, I can live with the mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have this framed and hanging in my house (I need it hanging in my heart). I got it years ago out of a Chicken Soup book (love those!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-6475216884233700013?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/6475216884233700013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/10/thankful-thursday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/6475216884233700013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/6475216884233700013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/10/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-2168091296762743121</id><published>2009-10-05T13:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T17:16:24.043-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daybook'/><title type='text'>Daybook October 5, 2009</title><content type='html'>I love following along with Peggy and doing the &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-28th-daybookers.html"&gt;Simple Woman's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Daybook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I've actually remembered on Monday instead of Tuesday like I usually do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR TODAY... October 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside my window...  the sun is trying to poke through the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking... about whether I should take a C.N.A. course to be a caregiver for the elderly or if we should look into foster care. I'd love to do both but not sure if the time is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for... my husband's grandma who came over today and taught me how to thread my sewing machine! I've wanted to sew since I was a teenager and I can't wait to try stuff out! Also thankful for the lady that works with my husband who gave me the sewing machine a few weeks ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing... my workout gear, sweatshirt and slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am remembering... well earlier today I drove past a field with horses in it and I was eating an apple, which made me remember the time I took my kids to feed the horses (I get so silly excited about animals) and I brought a banana thinking the horses would like it. No, the horse spit it out! My husband laughed at me and it makes me smile to think about it. Who doesn't like bananas? I'm a monkey lover at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going... to the YMCA to the Total Body Workout class, to the library and I think that's it for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading... Beth Moore's Daniel study, Linda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dillow's&lt;/span&gt; Calm My Anxious Heart study and Nicole Johnson's Fresh-brewed Life. I'm LOVING them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping... my hubby and I are able to learn some line dances because we are planning a double date to go country dancing and I can't even 2 step! We are getting some videos from the library to practice. We will have fun learning and tearing it up in the basement that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my mind... well, I'm turning the big 30 this month and I've just been doing a lot of reflecting about where I've been, where I'm going and how fast time flies! With only one life to live I want to make the most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the learning rooms... based on my reading (above) I'm learning about integrity, providence, eschatology, contentment, and joy. Ever go through those deep periods where everything is a revelation to you? I'm just learning a lot right now and so grateful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticing that... I am so blessed. God is in control. He's working in my life. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; just how I am, fearfully and wonderfully made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pondering these words...&lt;div&gt; They took away what should have been my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;(But I remembered Milton's Paradise).&lt;br /&gt;They took away what should have been my ears,&lt;br /&gt;(Beethoven came and wiped away my tears).&lt;br /&gt;They took away what should have been my tongue,&lt;br /&gt;(But I had talked with God when I was young).&lt;br /&gt;He would not let them possess my soul~&lt;br /&gt;Possessing that, I still possess the whole.&lt;br /&gt;Helen Keller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the kitchen... either chicken, rice pilaf and salad or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;spaghetti&lt;/span&gt;. Something simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the house... housework is caught up. I brought in our "harvest" (about 15 jalapenos and 30 green &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;)! Yay for gardening in the mountains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things... when we all gather in my room and watch a movie together. Tonight we are watching either Walking the Bible A Journey by Land Through The Five Books of Moses or Incredible Creatures That Defy Evolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my picture journal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Ssp8mOu_tTI/AAAAAAAAAyw/4b0VgcySWu0/s1600-h/DSC05842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Ssp8mOu_tTI/AAAAAAAAAyw/4b0VgcySWu0/s400/DSC05842.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389256900334302514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved fall! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-2168091296762743121?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/2168091296762743121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/10/daybook-october-5-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/2168091296762743121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/2168091296762743121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/10/daybook-october-5-2009.html' title='Daybook October 5, 2009'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Ssp8mOu_tTI/AAAAAAAAAyw/4b0VgcySWu0/s72-c/DSC05842.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-2691087795238905015</id><published>2009-10-01T11:28:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T11:41:29.846-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manna'/><title type='text'>I Pray For...</title><content type='html'>His consistency in my devotions.&lt;br /&gt;His fervency &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;in my prayer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His simplicity in my lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;His humility in my attitude.&lt;br /&gt;His purity in my motives.&lt;br /&gt;His faithfulness in my commitments.&lt;br /&gt;His unselfishness in my relationships.&lt;br /&gt;His forgiveness in my conflicts.&lt;br /&gt;His gentleness in my actions.&lt;br /&gt;His kindness in my marriage.&lt;br /&gt;His blessings in my brokenness.&lt;br /&gt;His strength in my weakness.&lt;br /&gt;His courage in my convictions.&lt;br /&gt;His joy in my circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;His will in my priorities.&lt;br /&gt;His contentment in my disappointments.&lt;br /&gt;His wisdom in my decisions.&lt;br /&gt;His discipline in my day.&lt;br /&gt;His vision in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;His purpose in my steps.&lt;br /&gt;His peace in my storms.&lt;br /&gt;His presence in my home.&lt;br /&gt;His power in my life.&lt;br /&gt;His tears in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;His thoughts in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;His work in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;His words in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;His love in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from the book I Saw The Lord by Ann Graham &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lotz&lt;/span&gt; and just love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-2691087795238905015?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/2691087795238905015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-pray-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/2691087795238905015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/2691087795238905015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-pray-for.html' title='I Pray For...'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-5607377324335349956</id><published>2009-09-26T22:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:02:56.587-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chit Chat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Cup Runneth Over'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manna'/><title type='text'>Phillipians 4:8</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in a bit because I've been thinking and reflecting a lot about deep heart issues. I have a few things to blog about but I'll start here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a small group going through the book Calm My Anxious Heart by Linda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dillow. I&lt;/span&gt;t is SO good! We did this really neat exercise that I thought might be fun to share. It's basically about the 2 ways you can view things. So here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, my name is Christen. I'm currently blessed to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SAHM&lt;/span&gt; which I love more than anything! I can help out at school, cook yummy meals, have the house in order when everyone gets home and can really focus on raising my children. I enjoy homemaking more than anything and wouldn't trade the benefits for a paycheck any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm married to my high school sweetheart who is a wonderful husband. He makes me laugh so much. His personality is cool, calm and collected. He helps me enjoy the important things in life. He's always worked hard for us but has never been a workaholic. Family comes first for him. He has money but it doesn't have him. It's simply a tool to enjoy life since we only live once and can't take it with us. He really gets that. I couldn't have asked for a better father for our children. He's so involved and is always coaching their teams. He's a good cook, he plans romantic getaways, and he treats me so well. He is just such a joyful person to be around that he makes life fun to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, since I've been walking with the Lord the last 4 years, He has changed me and made me a new person! Thank God the old is gone! He has set me free from so many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bondages&lt;/span&gt;. I'm learning and growing so much! I'm a funny, loyal and trustworthy friend. Those friends that I allow into my heart are friends for life. One of my interests is health and nutrition. I've learned so much and have changed my family's eating habits. We are so much healthier! We started working out regularly. We stopped polluting our mind with the garbage on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; and instead we read and enjoy time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in gorgeous Colorado where we get to enjoy the 4 seasons. I enjoy summers here when we go on hikes and explore God's creation. Then you feel the change in the air as fall approaches. The aspens change brilliant shades of yellow. I love baking and making yummy soups for my family. Then the winter snow is so pretty to watch falling. I like to read by the fire, play board games, listen to my kids laugh as they go sledding and stay in pj's all day! Then the first few crocus flowers emerge from beneath the snow and let you know spring is near! We get spring rains and I sit on my porch listening to the rain as I read, or I'll have dinner "dates" with my hubby on the porch and it's so relaxing. We live in a nice home, in a great neighborhood, in an excellent school district.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is important since we have 3 amazing kids. They are healthy, happy, smart, funny, athletic and best of all, they walk with God! &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They&lt;/span&gt; are so active that I'm glad we have two cars to run them around. One is paid off and the other one is almost paid off. We also have family around that are very involved in their lives. It's such a help when they babysit or get them clothes and toys for Christmas and birthdays. God has done so much for us I could just go on and on but you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the flip side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, my name is Christen. I'm a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SAHM&lt;/span&gt; and it's hard being a one income family in a two income world. It's a huge sacrifice that sometimes isn't appreciated. Extended family gives me a hard time and makes comments about me getting a job. I feel guilty about not contributing. I wonder if I'm being selfish and lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm married to my high school sweetheart. We were teen parents, didn't go to college and took a more difficult road. People look down on us and we don't really fit in anywhere. People who are in the same walk of life think we are too young yet we have nothing in common with people our age who are single and sewing their oats. My husband and I don't always agree about things. He spends money like it grows on trees, he doesn't pick up after himself, and he's perfectly fine staying at the same job forever even if it's not the best for us. He doesn't share his feelings very much and sometimes I wish he would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I'm not perfect either. I can be negative, complaining and not a lot of fun to be around. I struggle with insecurities so I don't make friends easily. I'm interested in health and nutrition and extended family doesn't understand so they give us a hard time. We've gone to potlucks for our teams where parents have made fun of the items we have brought, talking trash and laughing to others while we watched and listened. Organic food is really expensive. Sometimes I don't feel like working out. Without television, my kids don't know what other kids are talking about when they mention &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; shows. Some people just don't get it and think we are strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in Colorado and summer is so short here. I love gardening but the growing season isn't long enough so it's not even worth the effort. We have a really long winter. We have to shovel a lot of snow. Driving is dangerous. We have to make sure we are stocked up on food and sometimes get stuck in the house for days. Heating our house is expensive. Our covenants tell us what we can and can't do and our neighbors complain about everything. Property taxes are expensive too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to live here for our kids to go to this school district. There is still bullying and things have been stolen out of their locker. Sometimes my 3 kids fight so much it drives me crazy! I'm always cleaning up after them and can never keep up with the mess! We are always driving places and I just want to relax. Our old cars need so many repairs. We have my husband's family close by but all of my family is far away. I miss them terribly, especially around the holidays. I could go on and on but as you can see, things are not prefect, but you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea? Same life. Two ways to look at it. Which do you dwell on? It's funny, to others we are probably our biggest cheerleader talking about how great everything is. But at home? So that's what this group is about. Choosing to be content in every circumstance. Being thankful. Dwelling on the positive. I'm really excited! This exercise showed me that our thought life, not our circumstances, determines whether or not we are content. Hopefully it has helped you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-5607377324335349956?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/5607377324335349956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/09/phillipians-48.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/5607377324335349956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/5607377324335349956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/09/phillipians-48.html' title='Phillipians 4:8'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-6282876606505386735</id><published>2009-08-26T12:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T13:01:16.285-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun and Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pinchin Pennies'/><title type='text'>ABC Wednesday</title><content type='html'>I stumbled upon &lt;a href="http://abcwednesdayround3.blogspot.com/"&gt;this Wednesday ABC game&lt;/a&gt; and decided to play along!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F is for... Frugal way to wash windows&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SpWEtVE82GI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/d7NxfgCKaNo/s1600-h/DSC05672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SpWEtVE82GI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/d7NxfgCKaNo/s400/DSC05672.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374347644623444066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love crystal clear windows to marvel at the mountain range I live by. So twice a year I grab my supplies and shine them up! But I don't grab &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Windex&lt;/span&gt; and paper towels. I have found the easiest, streak free way (and cheapest) is to use a bowl of warm, soapy water and wash the glass with a wash rag then just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;squeegee&lt;/span&gt; it dry. But of course I don't buy a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;squeegee&lt;/span&gt;, I save the windshield wiper blades off our cars when we replace them and they work fantastic! For the outside, I use the Outdoor Windex bottle that I bought years ago and fill it with soapy water and a little jet dry for a streak free clean and attach it to the hose like usual. Much cheaper than paying $7 for the Outdoor Windex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-6282876606505386735?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/6282876606505386735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/08/abc-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/6282876606505386735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/6282876606505386735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/08/abc-wednesday.html' title='ABC Wednesday'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SpWEtVE82GI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/d7NxfgCKaNo/s72-c/DSC05672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-4377665211560065396</id><published>2009-08-22T22:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T20:36:43.385-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chit Chat'/><title type='text'>You Were Born An Original, Don't Die A Copy</title><content type='html'>I was going through posts and noticed this was a draft from awhile back, so I'll just post it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone will always be prettier.&lt;br /&gt;Someone will always be smarter.&lt;br /&gt;Someone’s house will be bigger.&lt;br /&gt;Someone will drive a better car.&lt;br /&gt;Someone’s children will do better in school.&lt;br /&gt;And Someone’s husband will fix more things around the house.&lt;br /&gt;So let it go,&lt;br /&gt;and love you and your circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;The prettiest woman in the world can have hell in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;And the most highly favored&lt;br /&gt;Woman on your job may be unable to have children.&lt;br /&gt;And the richest woman you know,&lt;br /&gt;she’s got the car, the house, the clothes...might be lonely.&lt;br /&gt;And the word says if “I have not Love, I am nothing.”&lt;br /&gt;So, again, love you.&lt;br /&gt;Love who you are.&lt;br /&gt;Look in the mirror in the morning and smile and say&lt;br /&gt;“I am too blessed to be stressed and too anointed to be disappointed!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-4377665211560065396?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/4377665211560065396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-were-born-original-dont-die-copy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/4377665211560065396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/4377665211560065396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-were-born-original-dont-die-copy.html' title='You Were Born An Original, Don&apos;t Die A Copy'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-4523517824274628072</id><published>2009-08-05T19:02:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T09:35:22.235-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Dig My Garden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Cookin'/><title type='text'>What's for dinner? Let's go in the backyard and see!</title><content type='html'>It feels like fall already! Fall is one of my favorite seasons (in addition to Spring and Summer lol). It seems like during the summer I don't bake very much and we eat simple light meals so I enjoy getting back into baking and comfort foods. And I love how the school year starts out so organized. Well I can't say we were totally on top of things, my son got to the bus stop the first day just as it was about to leave then the next day he left 5 minutes earlier only to watch the bus drive away 5 minutes ahead of schedule. So I put our clocks ahead a few minutes. And I can't believe the bus ride home takes 45 minutes! That is SO ridiculous. Not sure how long we will do that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since my blog is called Garden of Eaten, here's some pics of garden stuff and what we've been eating! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my black gold. About 1/2 of my vermicompost bin is ready and this stuff is AMAZING! I put about 1 spoonful around each plant, went out of town for a week and when I came back they had grown more in that week than the whole summer! Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Snosa84fvEI/AAAAAAAAAv4/gnNddRDqmOk/s1600-h/DSC05544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Snosa84fvEI/AAAAAAAAAv4/gnNddRDqmOk/s400/DSC05544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366650747496676418 border=" 0="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you tell which tomato plant has been drinking compost tea and which one hasn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SnougjEXlWI/AAAAAAAAAwI/beK0Je6pkxM/s1600-h/DSC05546.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/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SnougjEXlWI/AAAAAAAAAwI/beK0Je6pkxM/s400/DSC05546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366653042669622626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the potatoes I grew! The colors are so vibrant and beautiful! I drizzled them with olive oil and sprinkled this organic dill dip powder  (the kind that comes in a pouch) and they were so yummy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SobIgtl5PUI/AAAAAAAAAw4/40KBZZCBKoo/s1600-h/DSC05548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SobIgtl5PUI/AAAAAAAAAw4/40KBZZCBKoo/s400/DSC05548.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370200070005800258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went outside and picked this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SobJ4nD_yGI/AAAAAAAAAxA/SmSzGS6-SE0/s1600-h/DSC05585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SobJ4nD_yGI/AAAAAAAAAxA/SmSzGS6-SE0/s400/DSC05585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370201580081498210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And turned it into this....  (I had to add some large tomatoes and red onion from the farmers market because mine aren't ready yet.) I can eat this every single day. Actually I just about do. I LOVE fresh salsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SobKCRMXZtI/AAAAAAAAAxI/pQIJOb5N5Gw/s1600-h/DSC05586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SobKCRMXZtI/AAAAAAAAAxI/pQIJOb5N5Gw/s400/DSC05586.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370201746009712338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the dirt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SobLC2zO79I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/knKuHV5ap_4/s1600-h/DSC05583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SobLC2zO79I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/knKuHV5ap_4/s400/DSC05583.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370202855616475090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dinner...  now that's fresh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SobLMzit2iI/AAAAAAAAAxY/jB43NJEM1aA/s1600-h/DSC05589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SobLMzit2iI/AAAAAAAAAxY/jB43NJEM1aA/s400/DSC05589.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370203026540583458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinnamon Chips and Fruit Dip&lt;br /&gt;This is so yummy! I was messing around and came up with this snack (using what I had on hand because I was stretching my grocery shopping trips). It's whole wheat tortillas baked with cinnamon and sugar (lightly sprayed with butter) and apples, strawberries, banana and a few tablespoons of cool whip. We devoured it fast! (Only thing we grow are the strawberries, won't ever get bananas or apples in the mountains!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Snou2xxkX0I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/GXyvTAyd7xw/s1600-h/DSC05590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Snou2xxkX0I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/GXyvTAyd7xw/s400/DSC05590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366653424574422850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grilled Pizza&lt;div&gt;I made this pizza on the BBQ and oh man was it good. I made the whole wheat dough and put olive oil on both sides, cooked it about 5 minutes, flipped it and added the toppings while the other side cooked. You can put whatever you like, I used this kalamata olive and caper sauce that I got at Sunflower market, I roasted some garlic, put tomato slices and sun dried tomatoes, chopped basil and spinach from my garden and chunks of fresh mozzarella. Mmm, I'm making another one this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SobDUBiHl5I/AAAAAAAAAww/mWO7OjTNmOg/s1600-h/DSC05603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SobDUBiHl5I/AAAAAAAAAww/mWO7OjTNmOg/s400/DSC05603.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370194354462234514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For tonight, I just picked these and will cook them with some grilled chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SobUCzVUjUI/AAAAAAAAAxw/RJLwqJLEc7g/s1600-h/DSC05661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SobUCzVUjUI/AAAAAAAAAxw/RJLwqJLEc7g/s400/DSC05661.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370212750290357570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SobTkZugAaI/AAAAAAAAAxo/StL1F4lmyS4/s1600-h/DSC05660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SobTkZugAaI/AAAAAAAAAxo/StL1F4lmyS4/s400/DSC05660.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370212228020568482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SobTb2X8dFI/AAAAAAAAAxg/pNWwn2J-JEk/s1600-h/DSC05659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SobTb2X8dFI/AAAAAAAAAxg/pNWwn2J-JEk/s400/DSC05659.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370212081091769426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I'm hungry! I took pics of a few other things (like tortilla wraps, pasta salads, chocolate cake with glaze, and carrot flax seed muffins) that I made for a picnic lunch in the park but they were not a hit. So unless I start a "Kitchen Don'ts" section, I'll just fahgetabout those :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-4523517824274628072?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/4523517824274628072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-for-dinner-lets-go-in-backyard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/4523517824274628072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/4523517824274628072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-for-dinner-lets-go-in-backyard.html' title='What&apos;s for dinner? Let&apos;s go in the backyard and see!'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Snosa84fvEI/AAAAAAAAAv4/gnNddRDqmOk/s72-c/DSC05544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-6335835949982917663</id><published>2009-08-03T23:13:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:19:44.431-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daybook'/><title type='text'>The Simple Woman's Daybook 8/3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SclXth-9MqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0ddFNWm1qLc/s1600-h/02_Monday_simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316877274815738530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SclXth-9MqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0ddFNWm1qLc/s320/02_Monday_simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR TODAY August 3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside my window... It is dark and I hear a train approaching and coyotes barking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking... I wish summer was longer, I didn't get to rest as much as I would have liked. we had a really fun summer though I must say. I love having my kids home. I'm going to make the worst empty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nester&lt;/span&gt;. Which I've been thinking a lot about. How do you know when you are done having kids? Going through a baby fever. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for... Being over my food poisoning. That was so terrible! And for the new tires we got on our van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the learning rooms... I'm working on thinking and speaking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;positively&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Philippians&lt;/span&gt; 4:8 Psalm 141:3 And trying not to complain/nag/argue. Proverbs 21:9 I'm trying to love others. John 15:12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the kitchen... I'm trying to use up the groceries we have on hand so nothing really exciting going on. I did make a really yummy chili the other day. I'm also wanting a recipe for maybe pinwheels or something to make for my daughter's birthday party at the park. We will be have a yummy salad this week because our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mesclun&lt;/span&gt; in the garden is ready and looks delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing... My summer pj's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; there really isn't even a breeze stirring tonight. It's not bad by any means, our summers are so mild here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am creating... Don't really have time for crafts right now but I am trying to focus on creating fun memories for the kids. Like at dinner or bedtime doing High/Low, what did you learn today?, what did you do for someone else today?, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going... To my annual dermatology appointment tomorrow and then my 6 month dentist appointment the next day, and squeezing in some school clothes/shoe shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading... Sing Them Home for a book club and I'm not getting into it or wanting to take the time away from other things to read right now. But I'm bringing it in the car for times I am waiting or something and can read a few pages here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping... My son has a wonderful middle school experience (good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;teachers&lt;/span&gt;, etc), my daughter adjusts to being the only one at the elementary school for the first time, I'm able to teach my youngest her letters before kindergarten next year, that this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Skype&lt;/span&gt; thing works out and I can save money on our phone bill, that I get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Glorystar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;satellite&lt;/span&gt; for my birthday, lots of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hearing... the house is quiet, everyone is sleeping. I should be too but catching up on online stuff. I updates my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt; status, Twitter, and posting. Don't check these thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;obsessively&lt;/span&gt; like I was, now it's once a week or even less. Better for me that way, get things done and focus on my priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the house... Finally closer to order from our week in Grand Junction, unpacked and laundry is done and put away. This is the first time I've been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with the fact that summer time and everyone home, the house doesn't stay clean and that's fine. I've wasted a lot of my life mopping and scrubbing instead of living. And it's never done, something always needs cleaning. But my kids won't remember if the windows were spotless or not. They'll remember going on walks and playing a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;board game&lt;/span&gt; and going swimming. That's still a work in progress but I have come a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;loooong&lt;/span&gt; way! I just think about the fact that they won't always be under my roof and I can have a clean house then. I have a neat poem I printed and have hanging up, I'll share it sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things... Just before bed all of my kids were listening to a CD they got from Vacation Bible School and they were singing the praise songs together. They really enjoyed it and got a bunch of posters that they hung up all over their room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week: besides my appointments and school shopping I'm having my youngest daughter's birthday party at the park, then looking forward to having a family night at church with activities for the kids and a drive in movie in the parking lot, I'm going to The Jesus Show and can't wait, I'm getting back into my workout routine since I was so sick and unable to work out for a week so I'm excited to do the Total Body Conditioning class tomorrow, and that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is picture thought I am sharing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems I always post in bed, late, on my laptop without any pictures available. So tomorrow I will try to do a post with lots of pictures since I'm behind on dowloading pics anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-6335835949982917663?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/6335835949982917663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/08/simple-womans-daybook-83.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/6335835949982917663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/6335835949982917663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/08/simple-womans-daybook-83.html' title='The Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook 8/3'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SclXth-9MqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0ddFNWm1qLc/s72-c/02_Monday_simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-404596246381915607</id><published>2009-07-10T22:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:06:10.923-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 on the 10th'/><title type='text'>10 on the 10th- July</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifeat7000feet.com/2009/04/10-on-10th.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFHDT0A1RVU/SbXNF25o1eI/AAAAAAAACs0/IXP2xRqXFFQ/s400/one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of the month, and past 10pm but I didn't forget to join &lt;a href="http://www.lifeat7000feet.com/2009/06/10-on-10th.html"&gt;Meredith's&lt;/a&gt; 10 on the 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I've got NOTHING but didn't want to miss so here it goes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10 totally random things:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. I did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Zumba&lt;/span&gt; at the YMCA the other night. (I've done it once before but apparently it was what they call "family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Zumba&lt;/span&gt;" and this evening class I did must have been the R rated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Zumba&lt;/span&gt;). All I needed was a pole. It was the kind of dancing you do after a few drinks at a wedding. Only with like 40 other women in a brightly lit room with windows all around for onlookers. My body just doesn't move like that, sorry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. I went to Estes yesterday and at lunch I got this pizza dish but instead of crust I got it with a zucchini bottom (because I don't like pizza and was hoping this wouldn't resemble pizza) and it was floating in olive oil and so gross! But for dinner, I finally found Beer Cheese soup on a menu for the first time since like 10 years ago when I had it at the ESPN Zone. It was so yummy! I need a recipe to try and make it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Oh, my friend went to Forks Washington (where the Twilight series took place) and did this tour thing and brought me back a Forks shirt that says, "Love at first bite" it's so cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Last movie I watched- The Secret Life of Bees. Last book I read- Sister's Keeper. Last thing I ate- chicken and rice with green beans in this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kalamata&lt;/span&gt; olive and caper cream sauce. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; want a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Glorystar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;satelitte&lt;/span&gt;. Does anyone have one/how do you like it? Since things went digital I don't get a single Christian channel. I haven't even turned the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; on anymore and am so glad my mind isn't a dumping ground for that trash anymore. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Glorystar&lt;/span&gt; has this cool channel for kids with shows about animals and all sorts of stuff that I would actually let them watch. I'll let you know how it is &lt;em&gt;when&lt;/em&gt; I get it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. I need to run to Vitamin Cottage tomorrow and get a few things because each time I go I get a few tiny sample packs of moisturizer because I am totally out and my 2 friends that I buy it from haven't been around so I've resorted to this. I'm also using my husband's shave gel because I'm out and I'm using my dog's shampoo- that Mane and Tails for horses/animals/humans. (Told you I have nothing, now I'm getting to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nitty&lt;/span&gt; gritty writing things I shouldn't be telling people. Only for you Meredith would I even be doing this for.) &lt;p&gt;7. I'm kinda hungry and want something but don't know what. I shouldn't eat right before bed I know but it feels good, I sleep better, I like to but I don't like to. The best is a bowl of cereal at night. Is that weird? &lt;p&gt;8. I have a super cool story about this song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tto278o9DFU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tto278o9DFU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Oh I heard Joseph Prince (my most favorite pastor ever) say this today, "Use your money and love people, don't love your money and use people." I though that was so great. He was talking about not saving out of fear and living for "one day" and stuff. Usually I am the biggest tightwad ever but lately (one of the many life changes I'm making as I approach 30) I just want to have fun and enjoy life. See things. Taste different foods. Enjoy every single day. I told my husband yesterday in Estes, "None of us are guaranteed a tomorrow." Teach me to number my days has become a reality to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Wow. Really, I'm at 10? Did you know my husband calls me Ten? I love that. It's just so cute. I never had a nickname growing up. Now I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-404596246381915607?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/404596246381915607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/07/10-on-10th-july.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/404596246381915607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/404596246381915607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/07/10-on-10th-july.html' title='10 on the 10th- July'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFHDT0A1RVU/SbXNF25o1eI/AAAAAAAACs0/IXP2xRqXFFQ/s72-c/one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-1351931513988060977</id><published>2009-06-20T01:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T01:24:55.860-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manna'/><title type='text'>Are You Too Busy?</title><content type='html'>I just watched this Joyce Meyer video titled "Are you too busy?" and it was right on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joycemeyer.org/ourministries/broadcast/?myVar=20"&gt;http://www.joycemeyer.org/ourministries/broadcast/?myVar=20&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-1351931513988060977?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/1351931513988060977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/06/are-you-too-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/1351931513988060977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/1351931513988060977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/06/are-you-too-busy.html' title='Are You Too Busy?'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-4636207669806039183</id><published>2009-06-12T22:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:19:50.807-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manna'/><title type='text'>When God Seems Far Away</title><content type='html'>I just read &lt;a href="http://net-burst.net/tough/desert.htm"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; and really enjoyed it so I thought I'd share (plus I want to save it somewhere to come back to it in the future). This is one part I liked "...if we spend just twenty minutes a day (less than one fiftieth of our waking hours) praying and thinking about the Lord, should we be surprised if the physical world seems fifty times more real to us than the spiritual realm?" Like that song about looking to Jesus and the things of earth grow strangely dim. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sooo&lt;/span&gt;, I think I need a break from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fb&lt;/span&gt; and things. I need to set aside my stack of books and read the only one that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; matters. I read something in a front of a book one time that stuck with me. The author said, if you are picking up this book to read but haven't read your Bible today, please, put my book down until you have. Wow. I don't think we have to live under a rock and not enjoy anything ever, but every now and then I need simplicity and to shake off the cares of the world. I've mentioned this before about my Mary/Martha battle and I can sometimes hear, "Christen, Christen, you are worried and troubled about many things. But one thing is needed...." I also don't want to have any idols in my life. I hate the fact that lately I reach for my laptop first thing in the morning instead of my Bible. I need to be fed. Renew my mind. Plant my feet on rock not sand. Seek. Be still. Abide. Be the beloved, lavished in His love and showered in grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nO4uIyz_d90&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nO4uIyz_d90&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-4636207669806039183?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/4636207669806039183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-god-seems-far-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/4636207669806039183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/4636207669806039183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-god-seems-far-away.html' title='When God Seems Far Away'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-4999650973355043906</id><published>2009-06-10T19:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:45:51.086-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Cookin'/><title type='text'>Menu June</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here's my menu for this week. I am really craving a super yummy salad right now. Like an apple/walnut salad or strawberry/spinach or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;asian&lt;/span&gt; type salad. Anyone have a yummy recipe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BBQ chicken/sweet potatoes/baked beans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tortilla soup and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mexican&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;caesar&lt;/span&gt; salad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bison meatball sandwiches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tomato basil soup/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;caesar&lt;/span&gt; salad (attempting to make my own dressing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fajitas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bocca&lt;/span&gt; burgers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;teriyaki&lt;/span&gt; chicken/rice/veggie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spicy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alfredo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;zucchini parmigiana &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must be in my new recipe mode because I've been searching recipes for hours. I'd also like to have fish one night (when my husband is at work because he hates it) but don't know where to buy good, fresh fish around here. I usually have to wait and order it at a restaurant when we go out twice a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-4999650973355043906?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/4999650973355043906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/06/menu-june.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/4999650973355043906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/4999650973355043906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/06/menu-june.html' title='Menu June'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-9075487799881623473</id><published>2009-06-10T10:06:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T11:23:13.719-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 on the 10th'/><title type='text'>10 on the 10th June</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifeat7000feet.com/2009/04/10-on-10th.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFHDT0A1RVU/SbXNF25o1eI/AAAAAAAACs0/IXP2xRqXFFQ/s400/one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of the month, time to join &lt;a href="http://www.lifeat7000feet.com/2009/06/10-on-10th.html"&gt;Meredith's&lt;/a&gt; 10 on the 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got summer activities on the brain so here's 10 things we have going on this summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I just completed these chore charts for my kiddos. I found &lt;a href="http://www.dltk-cards.com/chart/"&gt;this cool website &lt;/a&gt;that made the older kids' a breeze, and I made the picture chart. Then I just put them in a page protector so they can mark things off with a dry erase marker. I've told them these things need to be done before they ask to play video games or with friends. These are the basics (teeth, rooms, laundry, trash, dishwasher, vacuum, set table, pet duty, bible book, workbook, read) and they still have to do odd things that might come up.  It saves me from rambling a huge list, did you do this that and the other? Now I just ask is your chart done?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Si_a1khPj9I/AAAAAAAAAgM/bvNq8f_ZSUs/s1600-h/DSC05282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Si_a1khPj9I/AAAAAAAAAgM/bvNq8f_ZSUs/s400/DSC05282.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345731896583098322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. One of the things on their chart is a workbook that they do in the summer to prepare them for the next grade. It also gives me a tiny feel of what it would be like to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;home school&lt;/span&gt;! These are the books they are working on this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Si_dJUvW3yI/AAAAAAAAAgU/gLU9DLTbysw/s1600-h/DSC05283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Si_dJUvW3yI/AAAAAAAAAgU/gLU9DLTbysw/s400/DSC05283.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345734434967969570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Also on our calendar we have 3 of our 5 birthdays in the summer. For my daughter's June birthday we are thinking about going to a &lt;a href="http://www.waterworldcolorado.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;water park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. For my hubby's July birthday we want to go camping in &lt;a href="http://www.estesparkcvb.com/"&gt;Estes Park&lt;/a&gt;. For my youngest daughter's birthday in August we will probably go to Chuck E. Cheese's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Si_eQejEqVI/AAAAAAAAAgc/uJhySnZvqLQ/s1600-h/DSC05285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Si_eQejEqVI/AAAAAAAAAgc/uJhySnZvqLQ/s400/DSC05285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345735657371511122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. Every few weeks I update our marker board with bible verses that relate to things we have going on in our lives. Right now these are what I'm meditating on/reminding myself of/standing on. Sometimes there just isn't enough room on this board!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Si_fu0DAmYI/AAAAAAAAAgk/4zVyAu84Gd8/s1600-h/DSC05281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Si_fu0DAmYI/AAAAAAAAAgk/4zVyAu84Gd8/s400/DSC05281.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345737278050310530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. I'm also looking for a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt; for my kids to go to. &lt;a href="http://vbs.mountainsprings.org/"&gt;One&lt;/a&gt; that I had in mind already started. There is another I'm thinking about but it is mainly about getting the kids to be missionaries which is not exactly what I'm looking for. &lt;a href="http://www.tagonline.tv/event.jsp?&amp;amp;ID=4&amp;amp;EventID=5"&gt;This one&lt;/a&gt; would be great but my kids aren't old enough yet. Any suggestions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Here's my stack of books I hope to read the next few weeks (maybe if I do absolutely nothing else I'll get through them all)! I'm wanting to read a bunch of classics this summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Si_kYd0jgII/AAAAAAAAAgs/CP19ajuJeJA/s1600-h/DSC05284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Si_kYd0jgII/AAAAAAAAAgs/CP19ajuJeJA/s400/DSC05284.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345742391685120130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7. Of course we plan on going hiking, bike riding, walks, etc. My favorite hike is Queen's Canyon in &lt;a href="http://www.navigators.org/us/"&gt;Glen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Eyrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's beautiful! But I'd like to do a few new hikes too. I like hiking to waterfalls so we might check out Horsethief Falls. I *might* try The Incline or Barr Trail with my hubby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. We plan on participating in a local &lt;a href="http://www.newlifechurch.org/nln.jsp?id=129"&gt;community outreach.&lt;/a&gt; Anyone know of any other kid friendly opportunities around here? We were on vacation during The Walk For Life. :( So I'm just looking for something to get my kids' mind open to others and things going on around them that they can help out with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. We spend lots of time working out and swimming at the YMCA. They are also having a few family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BBQ's&lt;/span&gt; this summer that we'll check out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. This weekend we are going to a summer movie night at our church. They project a movie on the building and it's like a drive in, we tune in to a radio station to hear it. It's really neat and we always enjoy it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love summertime! Now if the weather would just warm up a bit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-9075487799881623473?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/9075487799881623473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/06/10-on-10th-june.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/9075487799881623473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/9075487799881623473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/06/10-on-10th-june.html' title='10 on the 10th June'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFHDT0A1RVU/SbXNF25o1eI/AAAAAAAACs0/IXP2xRqXFFQ/s72-c/one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-4693274983804967674</id><published>2009-06-09T13:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:06:55.716-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manna'/><title type='text'>Proverbs 15:23</title><content type='html'>A word spoken in due season, how good it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;a href="http://dancingelk.wordpress.com/"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt; of mine shared this article with me and I enjoyed it so much I want to post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://happydays.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/06/07/the-joy-of-less/"&gt;http://happydays.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/06/07/the-joy-of-less/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got this word from a &lt;a href="http://schlycejimenezministries.blogspot.com/"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt; of mine that I really needed to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be careful what you are hearing. Be on guard and watch over what you allow to enter into your heart for the enemy desires to sift you as wheat. He is testing your faithfulness, ability to persevere, and stand on the Word of God. He is testing your motives to determine if you will bow to him or to the Word of God in the same way he tempted Jesus in the wilderness. He is tempting you to try to take matters in your own hands, make your own decisions, and choose shortcuts to glory. He desires to get you to retreat from your current position of strength and forfeit your inheritance through offense, pride and contention. But know that I am with you, the Spirit of truth, and am standing by ready, waiting and willing to alert you to every fiery dart. As the enemy projects thoughts onto your mind, be assured that I will alert you to their inappropriateness and warn you to not take heed. Do not allow your emotions to flare up or guide you into deception. Follow after peace - not anger, annoyance or irritation. Listen to My voice and you will not even hear the voice of the stranger. Stay faithful and remain watchful for I am the author and finisher of your faith. I am the one who guides you victoriously to your destiny. I alone know where you are on the path and see every attack that the enemy is planning to mislead you. So trust in Me alone. Stay connected to My voice and do not lean on your own understanding. Don't be wise in your own eyes, fear the Lord and run from evil. I will guide you every step of the way and alert you when the enemy is trying to deceive you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song describes where I'm at as far as a decision about moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7x2IpLSfqp8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7x2IpLSfqp8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found this definition helpful. Surrender means to yield ownership, to relinquish control over what we consider ours: our property, our time, our "rights." When we surrender to God, we are simply acknowledging that what we "own" actually belongs to Him. He is the giver of all good things. We are responsible to care for what God has given us, as stewards of His property, but by surrendering to God, we admit that He is ultimately in control of everything, including our present circumstances. Surrendering to God helps us to let go of whatever has been holding us back from God's best for our lives. By surrendering to God, we let go of whatever has kept us from wanting God's ways first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-4693274983804967674?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/4693274983804967674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/06/proverbs-1523.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/4693274983804967674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/4693274983804967674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/06/proverbs-1523.html' title='Proverbs 15:23'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-6344182920184581268</id><published>2009-06-07T08:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T09:23:03.977-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chit Chat'/><title type='text'>We're Baaaack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SivafVU6_5I/AAAAAAAAAgE/XVtGmEgUqkc/s1600-h/DSC05235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SivafVU6_5I/AAAAAAAAAgE/XVtGmEgUqkc/s320/DSC05235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344605614640922514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well we're home. I guess we weren't gone long enough to have that happy to be home feeling but more of a back to the same old thing feeling. We've been looking forward to this trip for 8 months and just like that it's over. On our way home I was asking the kids what they liked and didn't like about Tennessee and what they would miss about Colorado. My daughter mentioned she didn't like the humidity and I didn't really think she knew what she was talking about but just repeating what she heard someone else say so I asked her what's humidity? She said it's when you feel like you have sunblock all over your skin. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; I guess she does know what it is! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing I'm so happy to see is our mountain views! I have a new appreciation for them and would miss looking out my window and seeing them. The only thing I didn't like was the bugs. Fleas feasted on my feet and ankles but that was because I went walking through grass in sandals at this house that had about 10 dogs chained to trees. At least I didn't see a snake or get a tick. Well anyway, I better start unpacking. Ugh. Tomorrow I cleanse my body of all the trash I ate and head back to the gym.  My poor hubby said he gained 10 pounds. I haven't stepped on the scale to find out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-6344182920184581268?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/6344182920184581268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/06/were-baaaack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/6344182920184581268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/6344182920184581268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/06/were-baaaack.html' title='We&apos;re Baaaack'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SivafVU6_5I/AAAAAAAAAgE/XVtGmEgUqkc/s72-c/DSC05235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-6694009388298318541</id><published>2009-06-02T20:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:32:16.128-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chit Chat'/><title type='text'>More Ramblings</title><content type='html'>The days are starting to run together. Today we drove to the Smoky Mountains and did the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cades&lt;/span&gt; Cove drive. We saw so many bears!! One a good distance away, one right next to the road, another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;momma&lt;/span&gt; one with 2 cubs pretty close. It was crazy, people were standing like 15 feet from them. It's so beautiful through there. That took up most of the day, then we stopped at this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;KOA&lt;/span&gt; site that is so awesome! We are right next to a river and it's quiet and serene. We went to this family night and the kids did a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hola&lt;/span&gt; hoop contest and limbo. A Baptist church put it together and they did a little devotional and gave prizes and snacks. It was really neat. Then we sat around the bonfire and made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;smores&lt;/span&gt; (which I don't even like but ate anyway) while the kids caught fireflies. Now my hair wreaks like smoke (I can't stand having stinky hair) but it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; because first thing in the morning we are going tubing in the river all day! So much fun! One bad thing, I must have gained 5 pounds in my gut. Hate that. Right now my hubby and son are playing video games (conquering Star Wars like last night), my daughter just dozed off (she was up so early eager to brush out this horse and her heart was broke when the owner said no), and my youngest is coloring (wide awake because she took a 4 hour nap and just woke up). This time change has us all messed up, feels like 9 to us but it's 11. I started a new book today called Sister's Keeper. I'm not getting to read much because I want to take in the scenery while we're driving and when I get a quiet time at night my eyes are really heavy. Maybe that's why my posts are nothing but rambling. I also want to play some board games and hope that tomorrow we will get a chance to do that. We are staying here tomorrow so it should be a little more low key. I love not wearing a watch. It's such a wonderful feeling. Or not carrying a purse around. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Aaahhh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; fell asleep sitting up, time to crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-6694009388298318541?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/6694009388298318541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-ramblings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/6694009388298318541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/6694009388298318541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-ramblings.html' title='More Ramblings'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-5134955745751591079</id><published>2009-06-01T21:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:43:18.639-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chit Chat'/><title type='text'>Southern Hospitality</title><content type='html'>I have been petting so many animals today! We went across the road and fed the chickens and the kids got to pick up some chicks (there were 70 of them!), we watched turkeys (the girl was sitting on eggs and the boy was ruffling his feathers), I pet a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;raccoon&lt;/span&gt; (they've had for 10 years), a huge (stinky) hog, a stray kitten only a few weeks old, cows and a prize Tennessee Walking horse. We went for a drive to see some property around here then to an Amish store. We took rides on quads breathing in honeysuckles then sat on the porch and relaxed. Kids in the neighborhood made friends with my kids and played most of the day. It's amazing how people around here will pitch in if you need anything like they've got your back. People were dropping things of, bringing hay and helping set it out, stopping by to borrow fishing poles and crackers, you name it. My neighbors wouldn't even lift their arm to wave at you. We went to the grocery store and the kids working say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ma'am&lt;/span&gt;. I love that. My 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; cousin in law gave me a gorgeous lap quilt from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dollywood&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone seems thoughtful. I can barely keep my eyes open so that's all for today. Hope I get a good night's rest to catch up on these late nights and early mornings.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are heading to Pigeon Forge area (after another huge breakfast is fixed for us). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-5134955745751591079?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/5134955745751591079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/06/southern-hospitality.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/5134955745751591079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/5134955745751591079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/06/southern-hospitality.html' title='Southern Hospitality'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-641706608626426410</id><published>2009-05-30T06:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T06:37:00.526-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chit Chat'/><title type='text'>Somewhere Over The Rainbow</title><content type='html'>I finally have a signal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;! In the middle of Kansas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cruisin&lt;/span&gt; with my Dad, everyone else is sleeping. Fun so far. I've seen bugs on the windshield for the first time in ages. Smelled cow manure like when I was growing up in Chino Hills (where the first fly came from ya know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;). Good stuff. I have a terrible sore throat, my youngest had a fever and stuffy nose last night, my other daughter had a terrible time getting her ear to pop but around 2am she woke up and said it feels better (thank you Lord). ETA 6pm! Enjoying good tunes, yummy snacks, excellent company, belly laughs, good reads (Where The Red Fern Grows currently), beautiful sights and sounds (woke up to birds chirping) and relaxation. Well I'm shotgun and being rude so hopefully this signal stays strong from here on out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-641706608626426410?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/641706608626426410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/05/somewhere-over-rainbow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/641706608626426410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/641706608626426410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/05/somewhere-over-rainbow.html' title='Somewhere Over The Rainbow'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-4403002360855360644</id><published>2009-05-29T06:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T07:48:27.160-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chit Chat'/><title type='text'>White, Bumpy City Slicker</title><content type='html'>So we are loading up the rv and heading to Tennessee today! I'm pretty excited. I'll blog along the way. Right now I'm wondering if I should pack my cowboy boots so ticks and things won't jump up on me but I'm afraid they will laugh at me in boots and shorts. Hmmm... I also put on a tan from a bottle to take the glare off me but I didn't know that you could either put fake tan lotion on&lt;em&gt;  or&lt;/em&gt; shave your legs. Silly me, I thought you could do both but my skin must be really sensitive because I've itched &lt;em&gt;all night&lt;/em&gt; and have bumps everywhere! Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-4403002360855360644?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/4403002360855360644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/05/white-bumpy-city-slicker.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/4403002360855360644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/4403002360855360644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/05/white-bumpy-city-slicker.html' title='White, Bumpy City Slicker'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-2563213509386210027</id><published>2009-05-26T00:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T01:18:07.434-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daybook'/><title type='text'>The Simple Woman's Daybook 5/25</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SclXth-9MqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0ddFNWm1qLc/s1600-h/02_Monday_simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316877274815738530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SclXth-9MqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0ddFNWm1qLc/s320/02_Monday_simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to join in the fun and do your own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Daybook&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For Today&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window&lt;/strong&gt;... a steady rain is falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking&lt;/strong&gt;... life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the learning rooms&lt;/strong&gt;... introverted people are often misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for&lt;/strong&gt;... getting to go out to the movies with my family and doing some clothes shopping for our vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen&lt;/strong&gt;... we had a really yummy supper today; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BBQ&lt;/span&gt; chicken breast, corn, baked beans, potato boats and sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;potatoes (then a simple dinner of fish sticks and tator tots since my husband was at work and hates fish).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing&lt;/strong&gt;... old ratty comfy pj's that are perfect for cleaning house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am reading&lt;/strong&gt;... The Well and The Mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping&lt;/strong&gt;... we have a safe, fun trip to Tennessee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am creating&lt;/strong&gt;... an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;itinerary&lt;/span&gt; of places we'd like to see on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am praying&lt;/strong&gt;... for patience, guidance and wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house&lt;/strong&gt;... the kitchen is totally clean (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; I love waking up to that), 2 loads of laundry are hanging all over drying, the rest is sorted for tomorrow, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yard work&lt;/span&gt; is done, bathrooms are clean, floors vacuumed... happy dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things&lt;/strong&gt;... besides my clean house? I finally got a Life Is Good hat that I'm so excited about. And I'm really happy it's raining and I get to listen to it falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week&lt;/strong&gt;... finish laundry, pack for vacation, get the kids a workbook for the drive, go to the gym, grocery shopping, library and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is a picture thought I am sharing with you&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to put a picture I took today of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Thunderbirds&lt;/span&gt; flying over the Air Force Academy practicing for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; graduation but my camera is not handy so I'll put an i&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nternet&lt;/span&gt; pic on and change it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ShuSQ1El9XI/AAAAAAAAAf8/ZqWt7658VPY/s1600-h/thunderbirds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340022600999761266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ShuSQ1El9XI/AAAAAAAAAf8/ZqWt7658VPY/s320/thunderbirds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-2563213509386210027?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/2563213509386210027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/05/click-here-to-join-in-fun-and-do-your.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/2563213509386210027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/2563213509386210027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/05/click-here-to-join-in-fun-and-do-your.html' title='The Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook 5/25'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SclXth-9MqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0ddFNWm1qLc/s72-c/02_Monday_simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-3461052000794127594</id><published>2009-05-26T00:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T00:04:08.072-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun and Games'/><title type='text'>38 Random Questions</title><content type='html'>I totally cheated, I filled this out as a note on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt; and am using it for a post too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What color is your toothbrush?..... purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Name one person who made you smile today: .... Ashley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What were you doing at 8 am this morning? .... watching my son's baseball game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?... laundry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favorite candy bar? ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reese's&lt;/span&gt; cups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever met a famous person? ... yes, Ron Paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is the last thing you said aloud? ... go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your favorite ice cream flavor? ... either cappuccino, cookie dough or cookies n cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was the last thing you had to drink? ... water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What was the last thing you ate?..... fish sticks, tater tots, broccoli, applesauce (total kid dinner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Have you bought any new clothing items this week?... actually yes, vacation clothes shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The last sporting event you watched? ... Trevor's championship baseball game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn? ... butter or that cheesy kind or melted white chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who is the last person you sent a text message too?... Darren, probably 3 months ago (rarely text)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Ever go camping?.... Yes a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;looong&lt;/span&gt; time ago, ready to go again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you go to church every Sunday?... Yes, unless sick/out of town/etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you have a tan?... no, my tanning days are over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you prefer Chinese food over pizza? ... oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you drink your soda with a straw? ... i don't drink soda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you doing tomorrow? ... packing for vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What color is your watch?.... silver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What do you think of when you hear Australia? ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hillsong&lt;/span&gt;, kangaroos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you go in at a fast food place or just hit the drive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;?.... both, just depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What is your favorite number? ... 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Who's the last person you talked to on the phone? ... Darren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Biggest annoyance right now? ... the load of laundry that needs to be switched over right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Last song listened to?.... i don't remember, it was a long time ago in the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you have a maid service clean your house?... nope just me myself and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Favorite pair of shoes you wear all the time? .... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;crocs&lt;/span&gt;, they are so comfortable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Are you jealous of anyone? ... no, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been so blessed and choose to focus on that and be content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Is anyone jealous of you? ... not that i know of, hope not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you love anyone?..... absolutely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you hate anyone that you know right now? ... no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you use the word 'hello' daily? ... only if i answer the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What color is your car? ... white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you like cats? ... Yes, love em- if they are friendly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Have you ever been to Six Flags? ... yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. How did you get your worst scar? ... oh gosh, many moons ago i fell on a glass bottle that someone snuck into a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;csu&lt;/span&gt; football game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-3461052000794127594?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/3461052000794127594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-totally-cheated-i-filled-this-out-as.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/3461052000794127594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/3461052000794127594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-totally-cheated-i-filled-this-out-as.html' title='38 Random Questions'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-3766849089892546301</id><published>2009-05-19T18:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:18:14.719-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Dig My Garden'/><title type='text'>Weed and Feed</title><content type='html'>Just checking in, feel dumb doing so because does anyone even read this? I stopped posting because it feels like I'm just talking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have the same 24 hours to work with so why am I the only one that can't fit it all in? I think it has something to do with how I spend my time. Take today for example, pulling weeds that grow like crazy, fertilizing and putting all sorts of expensive stuff on my lawn to revive it.   It reminded me of this funny email-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elohim: You know all about gardens and nature, what in the world is going on down there in the U.S.? What happened to the dandelions, violets, thistle and stuff I started eons ago? I had a perfect, no-maintenance garden plan. Those plants grow in any type of soil,withstand drought and multiply with abandon. The nectar from the long lasting blossoms attracts butterflies, honey bees and flocks of songbirds. I expected to see a vast garden of colors by now. But all I see are these green rectangles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ST. FRANCIS: It's the tribes that settled there, Lord. The Suburbanites. They started calling your flowers "weeds" and went to great lengths to kill them and replace them with grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elohim: Grass? But it's so boring. It's not colorful. It doesn't attract butterflies, birds and bees, only grubs and sod worms. It's temperamental with temperatures. Do these Suburbanites really want all that grass growing there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ST. FRANCIS: Apparently so, Lord. The go to great pains to grow it and keep it green. They begin each spring by fertilizing grass and poisoning any other plant that crops up in the lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elohim: The spring rains and warm weather probably make grass grow really fast. That must make the Suburbanites happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ST. FRANCIS: Apparently not, Lord. As soon as it grows a little, they cut it-sometimes twice a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elohim: They cut it? Do they then bail it like hay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ST. FRANCIS: Not exactly, Lord. Most of them rake it up and put it in bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elohim: They bag it? Why? Is it a cash crop? Do they sell it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ST. FRANCIS: No Sir. Just the opposite. They pay to throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elohim: Now let me get this straight. They fertilize grass so it will grow. And when it does grow, they cut it off and pay to throw it away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ST. FRANCIS: Yes, Sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elohim: These Suburbanites must be relieved in the summer when we cut back on the rain and turn up the heat. That surely slows the growth and saves them a lot of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ST. FRANCIS: You aren't going to believe this Lord. When the grass stops growing so fast, they drag out hoses and pay more money to water it so they can continue to mow it and pay to get rid of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elohim: What nonsense. At least they kept some of the trees. That was a sheer stroke of genius, if I do say so myself. The trees grow leaves in the spring to provide beauty and shade in the summer. In the autumn they fall to the ground and form a natural blanket to keep moisture in the soil and protect the trees and bushes. Plus, as they rot, the leaves form compost to enhance the soil. It's a natural circle of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ST. FRANCIS: You better sit down, Lord. The Suburbanites have drawn a new circle. As soon as the leaves fall, they rake them into great piles and pay to have them hauled away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elohim: No. What do they do to protect the shrub and tree roots in the winter and to keep the soil moist and loose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ST. FRANCIS: After throwing away the leaves, they go out and buy something which they call mulch. They haul it home and spread it around in place of the leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elohim: And where do they get this mulch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ST. FRANCIS: They cut down trees and grind them up to make the mulch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elohim: Enough. I don't want to think about this anymore. St. Catherine, you're in charge of the arts. What movie have you scheduled for us tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ST. CATHERINE: Dumb and Dumber, Lord. It's a real stupid movie about.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elohim: Never mind, I think I just heard the whole story from St. Francis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-3766849089892546301?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/3766849089892546301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/05/weed-and-feed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/3766849089892546301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/3766849089892546301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/05/weed-and-feed.html' title='Weed and Feed'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-4553369726812667234</id><published>2009-05-09T22:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T08:01:11.515-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 on the 10th'/><title type='text'>10 on the 10th May</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifeat7000feet.com/2009/04/10-on-10th.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFHDT0A1RVU/SbXNF25o1eI/AAAAAAAACs0/IXP2xRqXFFQ/s400/one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm joining my friend &lt;a href="http://www.lifeat7000feet.com/2009/05/10-on-10th.html"&gt;Meredith's 10 on the 10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifeat7000feet.com/2009/05/10-on-10th.html"&gt;th&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a tissue out, my 10 things are for moms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. This is for all the mothers who froze their buns off on metal bleachers at soccer games Friday night instead of watching from cars, so that when their kids asked, “Did you see my goal?” they could say, “Of course, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t have missed it for the world,” and mean it.&lt;br /&gt;This is for all the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kool&lt;/span&gt;-Aid saying, “It’s OK honey, Mommy’s here.”&lt;br /&gt;This is for all the mothers of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kosovo&lt;/span&gt; who fled in the night and can’t find their children.&lt;br /&gt;This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they’ll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and made them homes.&lt;br /&gt;For all the mothers of the victims of the Colorado shooting, and the mothers of the murderers. For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.&lt;br /&gt;For all the mothers who run carpools and make Cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON’T.&lt;br /&gt;What makes a good mother anyway?Is it patience?&lt;br /&gt;Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time? Or is it heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time? The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 a.m. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?&lt;br /&gt;The need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a school shooting, a fire, a car accident, a baby dying? I think so.&lt;br /&gt;So this is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the mothers who wanted to but just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t.&lt;br /&gt;This is for reading “Goodnight, Moon” twice a night for a year. And then reading it again.” Just one more time.”&lt;br /&gt;This is for all the mothers who mess up. Who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair and stomp their feet like a tired 2 year old who wants ice cream before dinner.&lt;br /&gt;This is for all the mothers who taught their daughters to tie their shoelaces before they left for school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.&lt;br /&gt;For all the mothers who bite their lips-sometimes until they bleed-when their 14 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; dye their hair green.&lt;br /&gt;This is for all the mothers who lock themselves in the bathroom when babies keep crying and won’t stop.&lt;br /&gt;This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.&lt;br /&gt;This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.&lt;br /&gt;This is for all mothers whose heads turn automatically when a little voice calls “Mom?” in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home.&lt;br /&gt;This is for mothers who put pinwheels and teddy bears on their children’s graves.&lt;br /&gt;This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can’t find the words to reach them.&lt;br /&gt;This is for all the mothers who sent their sons to school with stomach aches, assuring them they’d be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse and hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away.&lt;br /&gt;This is for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation. And mature mothers learning to let go. For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers. Single mothers and married mothers. Mothers with money, mothers without.&lt;br /&gt;This is for you all. So hang in there. The world would be terrible place without the love of mothers everywhere. You make it a more civil, caring and safe place for the precious children in our world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/owNFuf9llso&amp;amp;hl=en&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/owNFuf9llso&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/igm2iGvo-us&amp;amp;hl=en&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/igm2iGvo-us&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0CeEEMRQjW8&amp;amp;hl=en&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/0CeEEMRQjW8&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;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oiS8YokFzeY&amp;amp;hl=en&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/oiS8YokFzeY&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/saAdNLOQy9o&amp;amp;hl=en&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/saAdNLOQy9o&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hX6flpUweIQ&amp;amp;hl=en&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/hX6flpUweIQ&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately wanted to paint another one. When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you feed a stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind to animals. When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you make my favorite cake for me, and I learned that the little things can be the special things in life. When you thought I wasn't looking I heard you say a prayer, and I knew that there is a God I could always talk to, and I learned to trust in Him. When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you make a meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I learned that we all have to help take care of each other. When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you give of your time and money to help people who had nothing, and I learned that those who have something should give to those who don't. When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you take care of our house and everyone in it, and I learned we have to take care of what we are given. When you thought I wasn't looking I saw how you handled your responsibilities, even when you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;' t feel good, and I learned that I would have to be responsible when I grow up. When you thought I wasn't looking I saw tears come from your eyes, and I learned that sometimes things hurt, but it's all right to cry. When you thought I wasn't looking I saw that you cared, and I wanted to be everything that I could be. When you thought I wasn't looking I learned most of life's lessons that I need to know to be a good and productive person when I grow up. When you thought I wasn't looking I looked at you and wanted to say,'Thanks for all the things I saw when you thought I wasn't looking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before I was a Mom , I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby. I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous. I never thought about immunizations. Before I was a Mom , I had never been puked on. Pooped on. Chewed on. Peed on. I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts. I slept all night. Before I was a Mom , I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests. Or give shots. I never looked into teary eyes and cried. I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin. I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep. Before I was a Mom , I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put her down. I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt. I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much. I never knew that I could love someone so much. I never knew I would love being a Mom .. Before I was a Mom , I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.. I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby. I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child. I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy. Before I was a Mom , I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay. I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Perspective: The Invisible Woman By Nicole Johnson&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It started to happen gradually. One day I was walking my son Jake to school. I was holding his hand and we were about to cross the street when the crossing guard said to him, "Who is that with you, young fella?" "Nobody," he shrugged."Nobody?" The crossing guard and I laughed. My son is only 5, but as we crossed the street I thought, "Oh my goodness, nobody?"I would walk into a room and no one would notice. I would say something to my family - like "Turn the TV down, please" - and nothing would happen. Nobody would get up, or even make a move for the remote. I would stand there for a minute, and then I would say again, a little louder, "Would someone turn the TV down?" Nothing.Just the other night my husband and I were out at a party. We'd been there for about three hours and I was ready to leave. I noticed he was talking to a friend from work. So I walked over, and when there was a break in the conversation, I whispered, "I'm ready to go when you are." He just kept right on talking.That's when I started to put all the pieces together. I don't think he can see me. I don't think anyone can see me. I'm invisible.It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, "Can't you see I'm on the phone?" Obviously not! No one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all.I'm invisible.Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this? Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, "What time is it?" I'm a satellite guide to answer, "What number is the Disney Channel?" I'm a car to order, "Right around 5:30, please." I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;summa&lt;/span&gt; cum &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;laude&lt;/span&gt; -but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going; she's going; she's gone!One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself as I looked down at my out-of-style dress; it was the only thing I could find that was clean. My unwashed hair was pulled up in a banana clip and I was afraid I could actually smell peanut butter in it. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, "I brought you this." It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: "To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees." In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work:* No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names. * These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished.* They made great sacrifices and expected no credit.* The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything. A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, "Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it." And the workman replied, "Because God sees."I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, "I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become." At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;centeredness&lt;/span&gt;. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree. When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, "My mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table." That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, "You're gonna love it there." As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Mother's Day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-4553369726812667234?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/4553369726812667234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-on-10th-may.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/4553369726812667234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/4553369726812667234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-on-10th-may.html' title='10 on the 10th May'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFHDT0A1RVU/SbXNF25o1eI/AAAAAAAACs0/IXP2xRqXFFQ/s72-c/one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-5722754695540701730</id><published>2009-04-18T20:59:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:10:16.740-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Cookin'/><title type='text'>Cooking and Snowing Away</title><content type='html'>I cleared our driveway yesterday evening all by myself and was pretty proud...today though my arms are SO sore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SeqUpzwwV4I/AAAAAAAAAeA/1Ikn-u0DvBY/s1600-h/DSC04841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326232955309283202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SeqUpzwwV4I/AAAAAAAAAeA/1Ikn-u0DvBY/s320/DSC04841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I was so happy to see my husband clearing it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SeqU0ya4IPI/AAAAAAAAAeI/tZ5CapJZIsI/s1600-h/DSC04844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326233143927644402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SeqU0ya4IPI/AAAAAAAAAeI/tZ5CapJZIsI/s320/DSC04844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't be grilling out and eating on the deck today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SeqU-vHscYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/vm8JdwCMjlU/s1600-h/DSC04843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326233314840572290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SeqU-vHscYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/vm8JdwCMjlU/s320/DSC04843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was more like a chili kind of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SeqVWwv9BeI/AAAAAAAAAec/MxQbv4QE3Mg/s1600-h/DSC04846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326233727594726882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SeqVWwv9BeI/AAAAAAAAAec/MxQbv4QE3Mg/s320/DSC04846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I put together a lasagna so I can pop it in the oven tomorrow after church for my son's family birthday party. Here's 1/2 way point, yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SeqXOAG9ydI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JJxxN-GOiJE/s1600-h/DSC04847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326235776122210770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SeqXOAG9ydI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JJxxN-GOiJE/s320/DSC04847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homemade sauce simmering away, so delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SeqXA_L5SgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ZuUgZ2Wq9hw/s1600-h/DSC04845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326235552536152578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SeqXA_L5SgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ZuUgZ2Wq9hw/s320/DSC04845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up to see my doves came by for a visit! I love to watch them. The picture isn't great- one is on the fence and one is on the post next to the tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SeqW5beGiiI/AAAAAAAAAfA/aKGooxMUUUY/s1600-h/DSC04850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326235422689757730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SeqW5beGiiI/AAAAAAAAAfA/aKGooxMUUUY/s320/DSC04850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, back to work. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mmm&lt;/span&gt; garlic bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SeqWtqlBeVI/AAAAAAAAAe4/0E1eZ1SRIws/s1600-h/DSC04853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326235220586887506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SeqWtqlBeVI/AAAAAAAAAe4/0E1eZ1SRIws/s320/DSC04853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing, the birthday cake. Had something like this in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Seqvl9X5h6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/UEFpNSXcGAU/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326262575983855522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Seqvl9X5h6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/UEFpNSXcGAU/s320/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ended&lt;/span&gt; up with this! What a mess, I was totally exhausted, almost out of sugar (and patience and ideas).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SeqWiH_PXCI/AAAAAAAAAew/nKipKreUMIM/s1600-h/DSC04855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326235022323047458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SeqWiH_PXCI/AAAAAAAAAew/nKipKreUMIM/s320/DSC04855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, I threw together this easy apple pizza (goes nicely with the lasagna/Italian theme but not a traditional birthday cake).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SeqWNp25nQI/AAAAAAAAAeo/gm-frbicLKg/s1600-h/DSC04856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326234670637620482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SeqWNp25nQI/AAAAAAAAAeo/gm-frbicLKg/s320/DSC04856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully tomorrow I can relax and enjoy a yummy meal, sunshine and a good book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-5722754695540701730?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/5722754695540701730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/04/cooking-and-snowing-away.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/5722754695540701730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/5722754695540701730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/04/cooking-and-snowing-away.html' title='Cooking and Snowing Away'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SeqUpzwwV4I/AAAAAAAAAeA/1Ikn-u0DvBY/s72-c/DSC04841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-2815086652208573208</id><published>2009-04-16T11:05:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:15:50.035-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What I Learned This Week'/><title type='text'>Cleanse and Detox</title><content type='html'>I started my quarterly cleanse today. I have such a hard time with these but if I can get past the 3 or 4 day mark I'm fine and actually end up feeling amazing. It's hard to detox off anything though. I notice daily how different foods affect me, mainly sugar, but it's shocking to see just how addicted you are to toxins and garbage. My husband has amazing will power and does great doing these. &lt;a href="http://www.enzymatictherapy.com/wholebodycleanse/"&gt;This one&lt;/a&gt; that we are doing this time seems much easier than &lt;a href="http://us.naturalfactors.com/search.asp"&gt;the last one&lt;/a&gt; we did. But it's for 14 days instead of 7 and last time I didn't get past day 2 or 3. So I'll probably update this post with a lot of venting. It doesn't help that we are expected to get 2 feet of snow so it's not like I can get out and get my mind off food. At least I have a bunch of good books to read! I'm not going to be hard on myself because anything will be better than not doing it. I need to run to the store and stock up on some food to be better prepared for this since it was kind of a spur of the moment idea for me to do it with my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** update- 1st day, had a few bites of chocolate birthday cake. Happy that I at least was able to walk away and didn't finish it off, good eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I went back for more cake. Now that was just stupid. What's even dumber is doing a cleanse the week I'm having 2 birthday parties (that means 2 cakes) 1 tonight for friends and 1 Sunday for family. And did I mention the cheesy lasagna I'm making and homemade garlic bread? Oh I know, instead of making my favorite cake (chocolate) on Sunday, I'll make a nasty white cake. Then it will be easier to stay away, sounds like a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I should just delete this post but instead I'm moving it to Things I've Learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't do a cleanse the week of your son's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;2. Or during a huge snow storm when everyone is stuck in the house with nothing to really do.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sugar is crack and I'm hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-2815086652208573208?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/2815086652208573208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/04/cleanse-and-detox.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/2815086652208573208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/2815086652208573208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/04/cleanse-and-detox.html' title='Cleanse and Detox'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-1061510873026942695</id><published>2009-04-13T22:23:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:29:26.167-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daybook'/><title type='text'>The Simple Woman's Daybook 4/13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SclXth-9MqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0ddFNWm1qLc/s1600-h/02_Monday_simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316877274815738530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SclXth-9MqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0ddFNWm1qLc/s320/02_Monday_simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to join in the fun and do your own Daybook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my goal is to be the very last one to remember to do this, making it a nightbook. Well better late then never, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For Today&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window&lt;/strong&gt;... dark and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking&lt;/strong&gt;... I am so behind and dropped the ball on stuff that needed to get done because I was in bed sick all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the learning rooms&lt;/strong&gt;... it's not worth it to try and start my garden from seeds. Next year I'll probably just buy the plants and be done. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for&lt;/strong&gt;... I wasn't in a really thankful mood today but no matter how bad I feel I'm always thankful I know Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen&lt;/strong&gt;... I let my kids get hot lunch at school (rarity) because I didn't feel like making it, hubby made grilled cheese/tomato soup for lunch and for dinner... cereal night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing&lt;/strong&gt;... fleece pj bottoms and a walk for life t shirt that I've worn all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am reading&lt;/strong&gt;... a few days ago I finished Yada Yada Prayer Group, it got better towards the end. I'm taking my huge stack of books to the library tomorrow because I'm just not into them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping&lt;/strong&gt;... I feel better tomorrow and have some energy to get things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am creating&lt;/strong&gt;... a slideshow for my son (thinking about doing that tomorrow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am praying&lt;/strong&gt;... Your will be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house&lt;/strong&gt;... I'm scared to look, been in bed all day. If someone dropped by I'd consider saying it was ransacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things&lt;/strong&gt;... opening my eyes today and looking out my bedroom window and seeing this vibrant blue sky with a few white puffy clouds and the sun pouring into my room. Gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week&lt;/strong&gt;... my son's birthday, bringing treats to the classroom, a friend party, a family party, baseball game, and grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is a picture thought I am sharing with you&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't store my pictures on my laptop, my camera is up here but I don't have the connector so, I guess I have to pull something from the internet because I'm just not getting up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My house....one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SeQe5GViVVI/AAAAAAAAAdI/4JgHZCLiloA/s1600-h/kincade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324414625761088850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SeQe5GViVVI/AAAAAAAAAdI/4JgHZCLiloA/s320/kincade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-1061510873026942695?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/1061510873026942695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/04/simple-womans-daybook-413.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/1061510873026942695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/1061510873026942695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/04/simple-womans-daybook-413.html' title='The Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook 4/13'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SclXth-9MqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0ddFNWm1qLc/s72-c/02_Monday_simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-510986028652494580</id><published>2009-04-13T15:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T15:42:31.760-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manna'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I received this email and thought it was neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a mountain climber, but I've seen the videos! Awesome, exhilarating moments when they reach the top...and for most of us, yesterday, Easter Sunday, was the top of the mountain. High praises, heavenly lilies, happy children-beauty and blessing all around-in sermon, in song, in family gatherings, in traditions and sharing of love-and yes, even in the ladies with courage to wear Easter hats! It's a day of celebration. Jesus is alive-He fills our hearts to the tiptop with joy and life; He's our reason for being-our reason for living, and how we love Him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh..that's Sunday..but Monday's coming. Hey, it's here-back to the office and the email; back to the laundry and dishes; back to the time-outs and taxis for kids..back to reality! Will the joy we felt Sunday still be there on Monday? He's just as much risen TODAY as He was yesterday..and He's there to meet your daily routine needs, to give you a deep joy that doesn't fade.even when the Easter flowers do! He's alive for the highs AND the lows of your life-whatever day it is. Let's celebrate Jesus EVERY day.for whether it's mountains OR Mondays, HE doesn't change! Believe it, take an Easter praise break today-and have a GREAT day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scripture:&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus Christ, the same yesterday, and today, and forever (Hebrews 13:6)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer: "Lord, yesterday was wonderful. I praised You in the sanctuary; I blessed You in my soul; I rejoiced. Today's Monday and I need You more than ever-in the humdrum, routine days of my life. Be with me deep within my heart; let me feel Your peace and love all day long-in all the mountains AND Mondays-of my life! In Jesus Name, Amen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Scriptures are taken from the King James Version of the Holy Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 2000 by Peggie Bohanon, Springfield, MO. All rights reserved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-510986028652494580?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/510986028652494580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-received-this-email-and-thought-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/510986028652494580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/510986028652494580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-received-this-email-and-thought-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-1414603389504328006</id><published>2009-04-09T22:19:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T00:07:51.175-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 on the 10th'/><title type='text'>10 on the 10th April</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifeat7000feet.com/2009/04/10-on-10th.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFHDT0A1RVU/SbXNF25o1eI/AAAAAAAACs0/IXP2xRqXFFQ/s400/one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my April edition of 10 on the 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; hosted by my friend &lt;a href="http://www.lifeat7000feet.com/2009/04/10-on-10th.html"&gt;Meredith&lt;/a&gt;! My 10 things are a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hodge&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;podge&lt;/span&gt; of Easter stuff!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We colored Easter eggs at our great grandparent's house tonight!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Sd7LYhWMQvI/AAAAAAAAAcI/NNf8Vdfj70I/s1600-h/DSC04783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Sd7LYhWMQvI/AAAAAAAAAcI/NNf8Vdfj70I/s320/DSC04783.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322915431727252210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Awww&lt;/span&gt;, she drew Jesus on her egg!!! (What a goofy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;squinty&lt;/span&gt; smile btw.) In addition to a new life, what a beautiful symbol of Jesus on an egg white as snow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Sd7LJNWapAI/AAAAAAAAAcA/y5dXOksrcwI/s1600-h/DSC04795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Sd7LJNWapAI/AAAAAAAAAcA/y5dXOksrcwI/s320/DSC04795.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322915168661447682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of their finished masterpieces. (The rainbow one is mine :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Sd7L6yGp0FI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/uiOqcVTfbik/s1600-h/DSC04797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Sd7L6yGp0FI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/uiOqcVTfbik/s320/DSC04797.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322916020341035090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the dessert I made last year for our Easter get together at Granny and Papaw's house. I'm not bringing the dessert this year, somehow I was asked to bring the cornbread dressing even though I usually bring that for Thanksgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Sd7WsrRF1dI/AAAAAAAAAco/2e_hPWk-slw/s1600-h/DSC02656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Sd7WsrRF1dI/AAAAAAAAAco/2e_hPWk-slw/s320/DSC02656.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322927872615503314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of my kids last year on Easter. Not exactly the best picture. The sticker on my daughter's dress was adorable though saying "Jesus Is Risen." It's always too cold here for those cute spring dresses.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Sd7a43gmzII/AAAAAAAAAc4/ttQWNMKLLVc/s1600-h/DSC02657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Sd7a43gmzII/AAAAAAAAAc4/ttQWNMKLLVc/s320/DSC02657.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322932480106744962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite Easter candy. I actually didn't buy any this year because I'm trying to stay away from sweets (but I don't know how strong my will power will be when they go on clearance!) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Sd7OJlXvN9I/AAAAAAAAAcY/NvYvD6qzm2g/s1600-h/reesesegg-sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Sd7OJlXvN9I/AAAAAAAAAcY/NvYvD6qzm2g/s320/reesesegg-sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322918473644324818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My least favorite...Peeps...GAG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Sd7Y6b2r5GI/AAAAAAAAAcw/2WxmvsVRccQ/s1600-h/peep.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Sd7Y6b2r5GI/AAAAAAAAAcw/2WxmvsVRccQ/s320/peep.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322930308019643490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love this song, perfect for Easter and by Third Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HwlCibGItok&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HwlCibGItok&amp;amp;hl=en&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another good song and video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K9CGpHZvqVs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K9CGpHZvqVs&amp;amp;hl=en&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;This is a funny video. (We saw Jim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Gaffigan&lt;/span&gt; perform this, I couldn't find just a clip on the Easter part so this is all the holidays. Funny because it's true but sad because it's true too. Anyway just laugh!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QjJCIbC9sxA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QjJCIbC9sxA&amp;amp;hl=en&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful resurrection day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-1414603389504328006?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/1414603389504328006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/04/10-on-10th-april.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/1414603389504328006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/1414603389504328006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/04/10-on-10th-april.html' title='10 on the 10th April'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFHDT0A1RVU/SbXNF25o1eI/AAAAAAAACs0/IXP2xRqXFFQ/s72-c/one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-7279183554604148925</id><published>2009-04-06T21:09:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T00:13:51.153-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daybook'/><title type='text'>The Simple Woman's Daybook 4/6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SclXth-9MqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0ddFNWm1qLc/s1600-h/02_Monday_simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316877274815738530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SclXth-9MqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0ddFNWm1qLc/s320/02_Monday_simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally spaced this until a couple hours ago while at my son's baseball practice but there is a couple hours left in the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR TODAY (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt; 6, 2009)...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt; it is dark and I hear a train going by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking...&lt;/strong&gt; life is short, time flies, and I want to make the most of every day slowing down to enjoy it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt; my amazingly smart, sweet, funny, darling kids that are safe in bed and my hard working husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the learning rooms... &lt;/strong&gt;it's really hard to wait upon the Lord when I stay focused on what I want rather than what He wants me to become.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen... &lt;/strong&gt;I actually didn't cook anything today, my husband made us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;huevos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rancheros&lt;/span&gt; for brunch then his grandma took the kids and I to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; food for dinner while we ran errands, what a nice break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing... &lt;/strong&gt;pj's and under the covers in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am creating...&lt;/strong&gt; I have my son's birthday invitations next to me that I need to print out and put a ribbon through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going... &lt;/strong&gt;to bed pretty soon although I'm not tired since I drank my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SuperFood&lt;/span&gt; really late in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am reading...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;NKJV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Bible (is in bed next to me)&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Yada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Yada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Prayer Group (1/2 way through), The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Encycolpedia&lt;/span&gt; of Country Living (on coffee table only skimmed through it) Little House on the Freeway (have read 1/4 it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt; my husband gets home safely tonight from work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hearing...&lt;/strong&gt; my youngest daughter talking, and talking and talking. My girls love to do that especially at bed time, they ramble on and on just to stay up. Precious and aggravating all in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt; I did my daily load of laundry, planted my potatoes, and have a clean kitchen to wake up to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/strong&gt; my GPS which really came in handy today getting around town the back way because I'm lost when it comes to directions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week:&lt;/strong&gt; grocery shopping, 2 more nights of baseball practice, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Awana&lt;/span&gt;, and a baseball game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is picture thought I am sharing... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SdrVVLTiK1I/AAAAAAAAAb4/fsE7zS4FXoE/s1600-h/black_bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321800469480352594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SdrVVLTiK1I/AAAAAAAAAb4/fsE7zS4FXoE/s320/black_bear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a black bear cub we saw in Yellowstone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-7279183554604148925?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/7279183554604148925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/04/simple-womans-daybook-46.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/7279183554604148925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/7279183554604148925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/04/simple-womans-daybook-46.html' title='The Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook 4/6'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SclXth-9MqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0ddFNWm1qLc/s72-c/02_Monday_simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-8698229172984144413</id><published>2009-04-04T19:28:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T21:02:05.288-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chit Chat'/><title type='text'>Dog, Bunnies and Peeps</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm about to call it a day and get off this computer and go read but since I'm on a roll catching up on posts I think I still have a little bit of random left in me for one more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sipping a cup of &lt;a href="http://www.noborders.net/mate/index.html"&gt;yerba mate&lt;/a&gt; (have you tried it? it's one of those things you'll either love or hate, I love it) and it's been snowing ALL DAY. I actually rocked the housework and laundry this morning so everything was clean and orderly (great feeling) and I've been able to chill on the computer for awhile, YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning my son's birthday party (way behind usually I'm done a month before) and heard about a new game called Monopoly Deal that I'm going to get him. He LOVES Monopoly but nobody wants to play that long game so we'll see what this is about. Anyone tried it, is it any fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter likes to be crafty and will use paper plates, coffee filters, random things to make cool crafts. Today she made a shirt for our dog Romeo "R Rocks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SdgcKy-hHwI/AAAAAAAAAbY/CzAX9C4CZ4U/s1600-h/DSC04762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321033931546500866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SdgcKy-hHwI/AAAAAAAAAbY/CzAX9C4CZ4U/s320/DSC04762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The outfit would not be complete without one of Dad's hats of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SdgcDHok_2I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/E9JD2uIwNrw/s1600-h/DSC04756_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321033799652671330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SdgcDHok_2I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/E9JD2uIwNrw/s320/DSC04756_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This goes on at your house too right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so excited for my kids to get to see The Crown tomorrow at church! It's a children's version of &lt;a href="http://www.thethorn.net/"&gt;The Thorn&lt;/a&gt; (they have already seen both) but such a great performance of the Easter story. I'm thinking about going to a sunrise service Easter morning if we can get up and it's not snowing. I've wanted to do &lt;a href="http://www.redrocksonline.com/pages/concerts/detail.asp?id=3900"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; for years but never have been able to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm excited about this cool &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https://www.inspire4less.com/productimages/9781584110590.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=https://www.inspire4less.com/christian/publisher/legacy-press-ca/gotta-have-god-2-ages-10-12-boys-brewer-michael-h/9781584110590/product-details%3FpID%3D5735&amp;amp;usg=__jdDvuedEHOddd2LcM68WttaVRKE=&amp;amp;h=400&amp;amp;w=261&amp;amp;sz=31&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=3&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=An59RCAhzkSQXM:&amp;amp;tbnh=124&amp;amp;tbnw=81&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dboys%2Bdevotional%2Bgotta%2Bhave%2Bgod%2B10-12%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Doff%26client%3Dsafari%26rls%3Den%26sa%3DN%26um%3D1"&gt;devotional &lt;/a&gt;I got for the Easter basket (my girls got one similar but it's upstairs hidden and I don't remember exactly what's it's called so no linky love). I do practical baskets- a summer outfit, sandals and something from the Christian bookstore. Usually the day or two before Easter I'll feel bad and I'll go get them a Reese's Egg but that's it. When I was a kid that was all I got, candy. Solid chocolate bunnies, peeps (GAG), those fake cheap jelly beans (gross) oh and that fake grass (might as well just crumple up money and throw it away). They get that from their grandparents so they aren't totally deprived of the experience. (Actually truth be told I throw most of it away and only keep the chocolate because that is all I like and then I eat it). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SdgVCchPtgI/AAAAAAAAAbI/S0quFik_wxI/s1600-h/bunny.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321026091497797122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SdgVCchPtgI/AAAAAAAAAbI/S0quFik_wxI/s320/bunny.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-8698229172984144413?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/8698229172984144413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/04/bunnies-and-peeps.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/8698229172984144413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/8698229172984144413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/04/bunnies-and-peeps.html' title='Dog, Bunnies and Peeps'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SdgcKy-hHwI/AAAAAAAAAbY/CzAX9C4CZ4U/s72-c/DSC04762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-2789946775097111843</id><published>2009-04-04T19:16:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T19:27:47.999-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pinchin Pennies'/><title type='text'>Homemade Laundry Soap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SdgG8lrjaaI/AAAAAAAAAaw/llMwrys4NmQ/s1600-h/DSC04423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SdgG8lrjaaI/AAAAAAAAAaw/llMwrys4NmQ/s320/DSC04423.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321010597714946466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SdgHS0KJ-dI/AAAAAAAAAa4/HTOtkfmPMzw/s1600-h/DSC04424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SdgHS0KJ-dI/AAAAAAAAAa4/HTOtkfmPMzw/s320/DSC04424.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321010979558521298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the recipe I use to make my &lt;a href="http://www.thefamilyhomestead.com/laundrysoap.htm"&gt;laundry detergent&lt;/a&gt; and this is where a friend got the recipe from and passed it along to me about 4 years ago and at the time it was the only recipe like it that I could find online, now it is everywhere. This bucket lasts me about 2 months and I have not personally done the math but other people have and say this costs about 3 cents a load. It was hard to get used to not having suds but my clothes are clean!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-2789946775097111843?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/2789946775097111843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/04/homemade-laundry-soap.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/2789946775097111843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/2789946775097111843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/04/homemade-laundry-soap.html' title='Homemade Laundry Soap'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SdgG8lrjaaI/AAAAAAAAAaw/llMwrys4NmQ/s72-c/DSC04423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-6200911963391164270</id><published>2009-04-04T18:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T19:08:46.961-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Cookin'/><title type='text'>Almond Coconut Granola</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SdgDNJXe04I/AAAAAAAAAao/D-5qCuEy57c/s1600-h/DSC04422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SdgDNJXe04I/AAAAAAAAAao/D-5qCuEy57c/s320/DSC04422.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321006484125832066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a batch of this totally yummy &lt;a href="http://www.tammysrecipes.com/almond_coconut_granola"&gt;granola&lt;/a&gt; in the oven and it smells so good! I 1/2 the recipe and it's enough to last us a couple weeks. I also don't put the full amount of honey mostly because I'm stingy with it. Oh and I use about 1/2 organic quick oats and 1/2 organic old fashion oats. Since I have my food processor out to chop the almonds I use that to give the wet ingredients a whirl (no sense dirtying more dishes than necessary! This is also good dry in lunch boxes or on the go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-6200911963391164270?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/6200911963391164270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/04/almond-coconut-granola.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/6200911963391164270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/6200911963391164270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/04/almond-coconut-granola.html' title='Almond Coconut Granola'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SdgDNJXe04I/AAAAAAAAAao/D-5qCuEy57c/s72-c/DSC04422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-4037942500069638934</id><published>2009-04-04T16:26:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T17:10:12.742-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Cookin'/><title type='text'>Potato Soup and Cheese Bread</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;... yummy potato soup. I snapped this picture just before I was about to dig in and you should have seen my husband's face, it was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;funny, he must think I've lost my mind.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SdffRMt-xMI/AAAAAAAAAag/fcqWNS93M6I/s1600-h/DSC04751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SdffRMt-xMI/AAAAAAAAAag/fcqWNS93M6I/s320/DSC04751.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320966971326383298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my recipes are not exact measurements but flexible to add more or less as you prefer. I made this recipe up as I cooked and basically I had these ingredients that I needed to use up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(One of those use what you have to push your grocery shopping day out kinda things.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a large soup pot-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 yellow onion (diced) and 4 celery stalks (diced) - saute in a little oil then add&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 red potatoes (peeled, chopped)- boil in enough water to cover, then mash em up a little add&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 1/2 C chicken or vegetable broth then add &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 C sour cream &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in separate skillet make a rue (melt 5 Tbsp butter with 5 Tbsp flour then add 2 C milk and stir until thick) add to potato soup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;salt pepper as you like and about 6 or 7 dashes of dill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SdffEQ4LP1I/AAAAAAAAAaY/Ykmv-KkWZ3k/s1600-h/DSC04749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SdffEQ4LP1I/AAAAAAAAAaY/Ykmv-KkWZ3k/s320/DSC04749.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320966749104586578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I served it with this easy, yummy &lt;a href="http://www.tammysrecipes.com/italian_cheese_bread"&gt;cheese bread.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-4037942500069638934?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/4037942500069638934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/04/potato-soup-and-cheese-bread.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/4037942500069638934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/4037942500069638934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/04/potato-soup-and-cheese-bread.html' title='Potato Soup and Cheese Bread'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SdffRMt-xMI/AAAAAAAAAag/fcqWNS93M6I/s72-c/DSC04751.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-8787296923731765910</id><published>2009-04-02T12:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T12:50:19.939-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manna'/><title type='text'>The Lord is my Shepherd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SdUISGyw4dI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xzISNEtu4lM/s1600-h/sheep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320167641962308050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SdUISGyw4dI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xzISNEtu4lM/s400/sheep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a id="thumbnail" href="http://www.sunday-school-fun-zone.com/librarysamples/11standupsamcraft2in.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading my friend's &lt;a href="http://www.lifeat7000feet.com/2009/04/bugged.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; and after I left a comment I started thinking about the shepherd/sheep relationship and thought I'd post this &lt;a href="http://acharlie.tripod.com/shepherd.html"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; that does an excellent job explaining it. There is also a lot to learn if you dig into the use of a shepherd's rod and staff. Some people think God is watching over them with a rod ready to whack em but the rod is not used on the sheep. Otherwise what David said would not have made any sense, "Your rod and staff comfort me." Since he was a shepherd I think he knew what he was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-8787296923731765910?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/8787296923731765910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/04/lord-is-my-shepherd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/8787296923731765910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/8787296923731765910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/04/lord-is-my-shepherd.html' title='The Lord is my Shepherd'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SdUISGyw4dI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xzISNEtu4lM/s72-c/sheep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-265708056777272943</id><published>2009-03-30T10:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T13:15:28.641-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daybook'/><title type='text'>The Simple Woman's Daybook 3/30</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SclXth-9MqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0ddFNWm1qLc/s1600-h/02_Monday_simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316877274815738530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SclXth-9MqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0ddFNWm1qLc/s320/02_Monday_simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited to join &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;Peggy&lt;/a&gt; and participate in The Simple Woman's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Daybook&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR TODAY (March 30, 2009)...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window... &lt;/strong&gt;the snow is really coming down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking...&lt;/strong&gt; I can't wait for our trip to Tennessee the end of May!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt; the choice to get out in this weather or stay home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the learning rooms... &lt;/strong&gt;I'm constantly learning more about gardening, nutrition, and God's grace and His love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen... &lt;/strong&gt;baking muffins today, maybe making granola, big salad for lunch, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fettuccine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alfredo&lt;/span&gt; with broccoli and sun dried tomatoes for dinner tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing... &lt;/strong&gt;pj's, robe and slippers but I'm working on getting dressed at a decent time and not wearing pj's all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am creating...&lt;/strong&gt; a hectic free&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; happy home .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going... &lt;/strong&gt;to start planning my son's birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am reading...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NKJV&lt;/span&gt; Bible&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yada&lt;/span&gt; Prayer Group, The Encycolpedia of Country Living, I also have books ready for pick up at the library; The Atonement Child, Diet For A Dead Planet, Little House on the Freeway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt; for an answer to our huge decisions about moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hearing... &lt;/strong&gt;my fountain trickling water and that song from Point of Grace "Wish"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt; housework is caught up, seeds are started for my garden, but I do have some compost tea that has dripped out of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;vermiculture&lt;/span&gt; that I need to feed to my seedlings and a few pictures that still need to be put in albums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/strong&gt; Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Schulze's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;SuperFoods&lt;/span&gt; Plus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week:&lt;/strong&gt; go to town to get a devotional book for my son's birthday, drink more water, eat less sugar and work out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is picture thought I am sharing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SdDy0tyFr5I/AAAAAAAAAaI/nTUayYH_xRw/s1600-h/DSC04747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319018147381358482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SdDy0tyFr5I/AAAAAAAAAaI/nTUayYH_xRw/s320/DSC04747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the time it took me to write this, the view from my window went from snowing so bad to blue skies poking through. Isn't that true of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-265708056777272943?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/265708056777272943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/03/simple-womans-daybook-330.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/265708056777272943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/265708056777272943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/03/simple-womans-daybook-330.html' title='The Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook 3/30'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SclXth-9MqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0ddFNWm1qLc/s72-c/02_Monday_simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-7817270215218229605</id><published>2009-03-26T19:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T19:04:30.279-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Cup Runneth Over'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScwlkKOpLQI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ib-d-B6HYSc/s1600-h/thankful_thursday.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317666563169004802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScwlkKOpLQI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ib-d-B6HYSc/s320/thankful_thursday.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having a huge snow storm today in my neck of the woods and I am so thankful all my family is able to be home and safe today, we are warm, and have plenty of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-7817270215218229605?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/7817270215218229605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-are-having-huge-snow-storm-today-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/7817270215218229605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/7817270215218229605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-are-having-huge-snow-storm-today-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScwlkKOpLQI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ib-d-B6HYSc/s72-c/thankful_thursday.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-2239593182244702835</id><published>2009-03-25T16:11:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T18:20:03.198-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Videos I Like</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dEisSxR2cps&amp;amp;hl=en&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/dEisSxR2cps&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2843450&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/2843450"&gt;Tears of the Saints&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/acts1v8"&gt;HistoryMaker&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-2239593182244702835?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/2239593182244702835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/03/videos-i-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/2239593182244702835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/2239593182244702835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/03/videos-i-like.html' title='Videos I Like'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-2540341319460836916</id><published>2009-03-25T15:58:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T00:07:21.226-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Quotes I Like</title><content type='html'>100 years from now it will not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;matter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; kind of car I drove,&lt;br /&gt;what kind of house I lived in,&lt;br /&gt;how much money I had,&lt;br /&gt;nor what kind of clothes I wore.&lt;br /&gt;But the world may be a better place&lt;br /&gt;because I was important in the life of a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your eyes on the world&lt;br /&gt;you'll be distressed.&lt;br /&gt;Keep your eyes on yourself,&lt;br /&gt;you'll be depressed.&lt;br /&gt;Keep your eyes on Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;you'll be at rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having someone to love is a family, having somewhere to go is a home, having both is a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may not have it all together,&lt;br /&gt;but together we have it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning house while the kids are still growing,&lt;br /&gt;is like shoveling the walk while it's still snowing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter where you go in life... what you do... or how much you have...it's who you have beside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not called to train your husband and serve your kids but to serve your husband and train your kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not where I need to be, but thank God I'm not where I used to be. I'm ok and I'm on my way! Joyce Meyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral and constitutional obligations of our representatives in Washington are to protect our liberty, not coddle the world, precipitating no-win wars, while bringing bankruptcy and economic turmoil to our people. Ron Paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can the liberties of a nation be sure when we remove their only firm basis, a conviction in the minds of the people, that these liberties are a gift from God? Thomas Jefferson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humility is not thinking less of yourself but thinking of yourself less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-2540341319460836916?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/2540341319460836916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/03/quotes-i-like.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/2540341319460836916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/2540341319460836916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/03/quotes-i-like.html' title='Quotes I Like'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-403581407873674523</id><published>2009-03-23T08:33:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:38:56.190-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Linky Stuff'/><title type='text'>Ultimate Blog Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/5808/ultimate-blog-party-2009/"&gt;&lt;img title="Ultimate Blog Party 2009" alt="Ultimate Blog Party 2009" src="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k210/5m4m/buttons/events/ubg1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm joining 5 Minutes for Mom's &lt;a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/ultimate-blog-party-2009-prizes/"&gt;Ultimate Blog Party&lt;/a&gt;! I'm new to blogging so what a great opportunity to meet other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;. I'll keep it short so you can keep browsing blogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess you can read the "about me" section to the right so I'll explain why I named my blog The Garden of Eaten. I used to explain to my kids that we want to eat the things that God made not man and would often imagine what it was like eating the most delicious food and best of all walking and talking with God in the cool of the day! I guess it represents 3 things I enjoy; gardening, eating (cooking) and God! And on a side note eaten was not my first choice of spelling but since my name is Christen and my hubby calls me Ten for short &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eaTEN&lt;/span&gt; works! I don't know, just some random info. On a more serious note I can really relate to Eve and like her I too hid from God in my shame but He searched for me too and called out, "Where are you?" Long story short He gave me beauty for ashes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my top 3 choices for prizes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- #22 $50 gift certificate to Target&lt;br /&gt;- #118 $25 gift card to Old Navy&lt;br /&gt;- #134 a box of 10 christian books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you look around and enjoy yourself! I'm off to sign the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;linky&lt;/span&gt; and comment on blogs! Happy Partying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-403581407873674523?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/403581407873674523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_23.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/403581407873674523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/403581407873674523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_23.html' title='Ultimate Blog Party'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-311485389231036446</id><published>2009-03-19T11:34:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T20:53:07.959-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live Love and LAUGH'/><title type='text'>Mom As SeenThrough My Kids' Eyes</title><content type='html'>I asked my kids these questions individually to get their answers without influencing each other (and because that is how our schedules worked out). The similarities are amazing. So here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T= 11 year old son&lt;br /&gt;A= 9 year old daughter&lt;br /&gt;K= 3 1/2 year old daughter (she did &lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt; better than I imagined she would)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What is something your mom always says to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- I love you&lt;br /&gt;A- I love you&lt;br /&gt;K- go clean your room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What makes your mom happy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- having a nice clean house&lt;br /&gt;A- doing something she doesn't have to ask you to do (wow good one)&lt;br /&gt;K- me (LOL- she knows it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What makes your mom sad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- disobeying her&lt;br /&gt;A- disobeying her&lt;br /&gt;K- cuz I don't clean my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. How does your mom make you laugh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- it's hard to put into words... when she looks serious but is joking&lt;br /&gt;A- you make me laugh I just don't know what you do, it just comes naturally&lt;br /&gt;K- when I laugh you laugh then I laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What was your mom like as a child?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- she was a girl with not very many toys&lt;br /&gt;A- liked to draw and paint&lt;br /&gt;K- uuuhh I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. How old is your mom?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- twentyyyy... seven is that right?&lt;br /&gt;A- 29&lt;br /&gt;K- one two three four (holding up 4 fingers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. How tall is your mom?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- 4' 2 I'm just guessing&lt;br /&gt;A- 5' 6 (wow yup)&lt;br /&gt;K- her hand up in the air...this tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What is her favorite thing to do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- clean the house no J/K spend time with us kids&lt;br /&gt;A- read....in silence&lt;br /&gt;K- clean house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. What does your mom do when you're not around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;T- cleans up then reads when she's done&lt;br /&gt;A- clean around the house then read and play on laptop&lt;br /&gt;K- cry (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- fastest time cleaning a house&lt;br /&gt;A- artist&lt;br /&gt;K- uuuhh I don't know (did not get that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What is your mom really good at?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- reading and coloring&lt;br /&gt;A- cleaning and reading&lt;br /&gt;K- cleaning house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. What is your mom not really good at?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- do I have to answer this one? she's not good at hiding her laughter&lt;br /&gt;A- everything else J/K lifting heavy things&lt;br /&gt;K- getting on the computer (huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. What does your mom do for a job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;T- take care of her kids (aaww)&lt;br /&gt;A- works at home....don't you?&lt;br /&gt;K- make beds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. What is your mom's favorite food?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- salad&lt;br /&gt;A- spaghetti, no wait Nonna's cookies&lt;br /&gt;K- pasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What makes you proud of your mom?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- for everything she does&lt;br /&gt;A- she helps out in my class&lt;br /&gt;K- she's good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- LOL oh man Scooby Doo (why on earth?)&lt;br /&gt;A- Cinderella (so true)&lt;br /&gt;K- Spongebob (we don't even have cable but got that from Granny and Papa's house, nice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. What do you and your mom do together?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- read&lt;br /&gt;A- work out&lt;br /&gt;K- read books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. How are you and your mom the same?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- we both like to play but can't all the time&lt;br /&gt;A- we both like crafts and sometimes get frustrated&lt;br /&gt;K- God made us the same (she must have thought literally how)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. How are you and your mom different?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- you care what I look like- what clothes I wear and I don't&lt;br /&gt;A- I always get hurt and she never does (yup she is the dare devil and I'm the scardy cat)&lt;br /&gt;K- nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. How do you know your mom loves you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- she tells me it every single day&lt;br /&gt;A- you say it every night&lt;br /&gt;K- I always get in your bed and you love on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. What does your mom like most about your dad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- funny&lt;br /&gt;A- he's good looking no J/K you like his jokes&lt;br /&gt;K- for him to have a job (what!? oh my)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Where is your mom's favorite place to go?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- on hikes (yup)&lt;br /&gt;A- Yellowstone&lt;br /&gt;K- nowhere (I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; a home body)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed that nobody mentioned I'd be famous for cooking or I'm at least good at cooking? Hmmm. And what's with all the cleaning remarks? But really what a great way to find out a little about how your kids see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-311485389231036446?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/311485389231036446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/03/mom-as-seenthrough-my-kids-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/311485389231036446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/311485389231036446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/03/mom-as-seenthrough-my-kids-eyes.html' title='Mom As SeenThrough My Kids&apos; Eyes'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-8501898478866919132</id><published>2009-03-18T14:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:16:15.801-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Dig My Garden'/><title type='text'>Started Seeds</title><content type='html'>I spent over 4 hours yesterday starting seeds and am about 1/3 of the way finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScFe3DlpUCI/AAAAAAAAAXw/4Zdh8bZZqGI/s1600-h/DSC04608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScFe3DlpUCI/AAAAAAAAAXw/4Zdh8bZZqGI/s320/DSC04608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314633335222915106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScFiV9QBGlI/AAAAAAAAAYA/SoQBGkdeqog/s1600-h/DSC04643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScFiV9QBGlI/AAAAAAAAAYA/SoQBGkdeqog/s320/DSC04643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314637164632414802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScFimZDj-DI/AAAAAAAAAYI/6iR7zuUQRHc/s1600-h/DSC04644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScFimZDj-DI/AAAAAAAAAYI/6iR7zuUQRHc/s320/DSC04644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314637446974273586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I decided to put in my window well cold frame thingy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScFeoqFpTZI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Y4EB233p2D0/s1600-h/DSC04607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScFeoqFpTZI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Y4EB233p2D0/s320/DSC04607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314633087859641746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mesclun&lt;/span&gt;, spinach, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rapini&lt;/span&gt; and romaine. Yes they are in a sled. It had a crack in the bottom and 3 times my husband tried throwing it away (and three times I got it out and 3 times my hubby wasn't very happy with me) but now look! We'll see how it works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the cherry tomatoes and basil I planted a few weeks ago. (Cilantro hasn't come up yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScFjIvbzOUI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/kUJT2bHveA8/s1600-h/DSC04645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScFjIvbzOUI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/kUJT2bHveA8/s320/DSC04645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314638037097068866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScFjlXMGmBI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Z6HOXTMpXzY/s1600-h/DSC04646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScFjlXMGmBI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Z6HOXTMpXzY/s320/DSC04646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314638528804984850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had pictures of 2 crafts I did today but I'm out of blogging time for today, I need to run to the school so I'll post them hopefully tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-8501898478866919132?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/8501898478866919132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/03/started-seeds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/8501898478866919132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/8501898478866919132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/03/started-seeds.html' title='Started Seeds'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScFe3DlpUCI/AAAAAAAAAXw/4Zdh8bZZqGI/s72-c/DSC04608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-7867848566475640831</id><published>2009-03-18T14:28:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:22:34.013-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Cookin'/><title type='text'>Dinner El Torito Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScFaFkBTJjI/AAAAAAAAAXg/JY9cXtBiNXg/s1600-h/DSC04640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScFaFkBTJjI/AAAAAAAAAXg/JY9cXtBiNXg/s320/DSC04640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314628086888867378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made these cute little white chocolate covered pretzels today for a birthday celebration thing tonight at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Awana&lt;/span&gt; that my daughter just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to do. When I was a kid I always wanted a summer birthday, well she has a summer birthday and doesn't like it because she doesn't get to bring goodies into the class. She asks almost every year to do a 1/2 birthday party or an end of the year celebration for all the summer kids and I never have done that but if it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; important to her, fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScFZ4ImkAkI/AAAAAAAAAXY/wWnknljtnoM/s1600-h/DSC04604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScFZ4ImkAkI/AAAAAAAAAXY/wWnknljtnoM/s320/DSC04604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314627856190669378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture didn't turn out but &lt;a href="http://hubpages.com/hub/YUMMY_El_Toritos_Mexican_Caesar_Salad_Recipe"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is my most favorite dressing of all time I could eat it with a spoon. (That link is a recipe for a double batch, so you could 1/2 it and see if you like it or if you have a smaller family or whatever).  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mmmmm&lt;/span&gt;, it's from El &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Torito&lt;/span&gt; and it's served on romaine with diced tomatoes, crumbles of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cotijo&lt;/span&gt; cheese, sprinkle on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pepitas&lt;/span&gt; and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScFZsbbdGzI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Rb1NKhuGEZw/s1600-h/DSC04605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScFZsbbdGzI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Rb1NKhuGEZw/s320/DSC04605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314627655085923122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I always serve that salad with one of my hubby's favorites, tortilla soup. Yummy! It's really easy&lt;br /&gt;green and yellow squash- 4 each&lt;br /&gt;red onion- 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;serrano&lt;/span&gt; or jalapeno- 1/2 or whole or none whatever level of heat you like&lt;br /&gt;1 can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;rotel&lt;/span&gt; tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;1/2 bag of frozen corn&lt;br /&gt;chicken or veggie broth- about 32 oz plus 2 cups water&lt;br /&gt;garlic- 2 cloves&lt;br /&gt;shredded chicken (I don't always put this in but sometimes have a 1/4 C portions cooked and       frozen so I will- hubby likes it with chicken)&lt;br /&gt;cilantro&lt;br /&gt;salt pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That simmers on the stove then about an hour before dinner I cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 C whole grain rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and add it to the soup and then let it all sit about 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;served&lt;/span&gt; with sliced of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;avocado&lt;/span&gt; on top, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cotijo&lt;/span&gt; or jalapeno jack cheese and sometimes crunched up tortilla chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-7867848566475640831?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/7867848566475640831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/03/dinner-el-torito-style.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/7867848566475640831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/7867848566475640831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/03/dinner-el-torito-style.html' title='Dinner El Torito Style'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScFaFkBTJjI/AAAAAAAAAXg/JY9cXtBiNXg/s72-c/DSC04640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-194366344411176752</id><published>2009-03-14T09:30:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T00:05:37.945-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live Love and LAUGH'/><title type='text'>Kids Say The Darndest Things</title><content type='html'>I could have filled a book with all the funny things my kids have said by now and at the time they are so adorable you think you'll never forget but my memory slips so why not jot it down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~We were going to the park yesterday and my 3 year old was riding her bike and teetered off a training wheel and I thought she was going to fall over but she straightened it out and I said "Whoa I thought you were going to eat it." She hollers "Eat what?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~This morning my son was getting ready for baseball tryouts and I said "Get your baseball socks on, and do you have your cup?" 3 year old says "Yeah you might get thirsty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I heard my daughter counting today, "One Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sippy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Two Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sippy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ My 3 yr old said, "I'm as cold as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chihuahua&lt;/span&gt; without any hair!" &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ One of my favorite t-shirts is this one that I got last year when I did the Walk For Life (because it reminds me of an important turning point in my life that I won't get into now). I usually wear it to bed but since I joined the gym I don't really have a lot of work out clothes so I decided that shirt would be perfect (it has a stick figure and mountains and says "Life Rocks") with some work out pants. So I was on my way to a kickboxing class and decided to run into the bank since it was on the way and as we are walking in my 3 year old asks me, "Why are you wearing your pajama shirt?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ My son loves playing board games and is very competitive. The other day he said, come on let's play Monopoly, I&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;'m&lt;/span&gt; going to denominate you. We said really, not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;numerate&lt;/span&gt; us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-194366344411176752?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/194366344411176752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/03/kids-say-darndest-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/194366344411176752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/194366344411176752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/03/kids-say-darndest-things.html' title='Kids Say The Darndest Things'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-152303960995189424</id><published>2009-03-13T23:25:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T02:24:46.733-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Like Sand Through An Hourglass So Are The Days of My Life'/><title type='text'>Midnight Musings</title><content type='html'>I should be asleep right now but the afternoon cup of coffee I drank to give me the push I needed to tidy up the house is apparently still pushing. So I'm left to think. I like quietness and time to think and don't often get enough contemplating time. This year has really been a year of reflection for me so far. I don't know what it is exactly, maybe the combination of a lot of things; career and life changes, death of a friend, my impending big 3-0 birthday, this world &lt;del&gt;corruption&lt;/del&gt; situation, rapidly growing children....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about blogging. Why am I blogging? Who really cares what I have to say about my groceries or garden? Maybe I should go to W&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;almart&lt;/span&gt; and spend a couple dollars on a journal instead. But then again, I like reading what other people write about their daily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;. Why am I on there wasting perfectly good time that I could be spending on a million other things besides checking status updates on other people living their lives? I'm not updating my status so much anymore because I started realizing that everyone was writing about their fun weekend plans and adventurous things while I'm putting things like Christen is baking. Wow. Cool. I guess it's like shopping to me. I hate it because you get to looking at all the "new and shiny" and suddenly what you have is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;junky&lt;/span&gt; even when an hour ago you were perfectly content. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9SUhmupiiYw"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; video pretty much hit the nail on the head. But then again, I like seeing what people are up to and feeling somewhat connected to people that my current demands wouldn't otherwise allow for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is it that once the kids are asleep you sort of replay the day and all these ideas come to mind like tomorrow I'm going to sit on the floor and play with my toddler, bake with my daughter, shoot hoops with my son, go for a walk, dig into the Word.... I find the next day I have every intention of doing it &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; I get food on the table, wait let me just switch the laundry, yeah hold on I need to take a quick shower.... and before I know it they are asleep and I wonder where did this day go? I really try hard not to do the whole guilt thing though. I like to watch this video as a reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fnO1jjGyZTs&amp;amp;hl=en&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/fnO1jjGyZTs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received this email years ago and saved it because it really moved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To My Child,&lt;br /&gt;Just for this morning, I am going to smile when I see your face and laugh when I feel like crying. Just for this morning, I will let you choose what you want to wear, and smile and say how perfect it is. Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry, and pick you up and take you to the park to play. Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together. Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles. Just for this afternoon, I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy you one if he comes by. Just for this afternoon, I won't worry about what you are going to be when you grow up, or second guess every decision I have made where you are concerned. Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me bake cookies, and I won't stand over you trying to fix them. Just for this afternoon, I will take us to McDonald's and buy us both a Happy Meal so you can have both toys! Just for this evening, I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story about how you were born and how much I love you. Just for this evening, I will let you splash in the tub and not get angry. Just for this evening, I will let you stay up late while we sit on the porch and count all the stars. Just for this evening, I will snuggle beside you for hours, and miss my favorite TV shows.Just for this evening when I run my finger through your hair as you pray, I will simply be grateful that God has given me the greatest gift ever given. I will think about the mothers and fathers who are searching for their missing children, the mothers and fathers who are visiting their children's graves instead of their bedrooms, and mothers and fathers who are in hospital rooms watching their children suffer senselessly, and screaming inside that they can't handle it anymore. And when I kiss you good night I will hold you a little tighter, a little longer. It is then, that I will thank God for you, and ask him for nothing, except one more day..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-152303960995189424?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/152303960995189424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/03/midnight-musings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/152303960995189424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/152303960995189424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/03/midnight-musings.html' title='Midnight Musings'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-19505945913780050</id><published>2009-03-12T10:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:15:07.214-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chit Chat'/><title type='text'>To My Pigeons</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LoB-ta28UbY&amp;amp;hl=en&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/LoB-ta28UbY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this video and I thought since I'm reading her book The Middle Place I'd share it with my pigeons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-19505945913780050?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/19505945913780050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-my-pigeons.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/19505945913780050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/19505945913780050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-my-pigeons.html' title='To My Pigeons'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-1267686587731195031</id><published>2009-03-10T11:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T00:08:17.779-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 on the 10th'/><title type='text'>Ten On The Tenth March</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifeat7000feet.com/2009/03/10-on-10th.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFHDT0A1RVU/SbXNF25o1eI/AAAAAAAACs0/IXP2xRqXFFQ/s400/one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; that button was so easy! Phew. So I'm doing a carnival with my friend &lt;a href="http://www.lifeat7000feet.com/"&gt;Meredith&lt;/a&gt; listing 10 things on the 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I haven't thought of what I would do until this morning and there are so many choices I can't narrow it down! I think I'll do a photo list of 10 things going on in my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SbavluQcDPI/AAAAAAAAAWg/if05g4bkvUw/s1600-h/work+out.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311625873137077490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SbavluQcDPI/AAAAAAAAAWg/if05g4bkvUw/s320/work+out.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm trying to get into a regular workout routine but just not finding or making the time to do this. I like to walk or hike that way I'm getting out in the fresh air and it doesn't feel so boring. With the weather so cold I have a home gym set up with books, music, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; you name it but currently using it maybe 1 or 2 days out of the week (that's a good week) I'd be happy with 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SbbUSdu5b8I/AAAAAAAAAWw/xMxdcb56Ceg/s1600-h/fireproof-poster-kirk-camer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311666224214142914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SbbUSdu5b8I/AAAAAAAAAWw/xMxdcb56Ceg/s320/fireproof-poster-kirk-camer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've been wanting to see this movie for months! I finally watched it the other night and it was so good, I cried and cried! I love Kirk Cameron's work, wish there were more actors like him. What an excellent reminder of little things you can do daily to make your partner's life better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SbbB61uodlI/AAAAAAAAAWo/LYn4-D-43is/s1600-h/DSC04486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311646027129321042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SbbB61uodlI/AAAAAAAAAWo/LYn4-D-43is/s320/DSC04486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the newest edition to our family LOL about 1,000 more mouths to feed but it's awesome because they eat our garbage and give us very rich compost for our garden! Win win! So I'm about to cancel our trash service because what I don't give to the worms I recycle and that leaves very little trash. So I'll bring it once a month to a local dump and save lots of money (instead of throwing it away.... literally).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SbatALa6UrI/AAAAAAAAAWI/WymIOQK7EDk/s1600-h/basketball%2520mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311623029107348146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SbatALa6UrI/AAAAAAAAAWI/WymIOQK7EDk/s320/basketball%2520mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to get my kids to basketball practice before school for a tournament then they have their regular basketball practice tonight and another tournament in 2 weeks. Plus tonight my daughter's team is having a little scrimmage against the parents (just what I like doing showing everyone how uncoordinated I am) it should be fun though. Hey it's a workout right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SbasIuP1XdI/AAAAAAAAAWA/CavTqPpZmnw/s1600-h/mary+martha.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311622076383452626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SbasIuP1XdI/AAAAAAAAAWA/CavTqPpZmnw/s320/mary+martha.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a nice picture of my daily internal battle between being a Martha and always doing doing doing and my desire to be a Mary and sit down and choose what is better. During my toddler's afternoon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nap time&lt;/span&gt; I like to watch Destined to Reign (my favorite sermons but Daystar is having their spring sharathon so it isn't on..booo) then read my bible and read a little again before bed. Actually my goal is to start my day with some quiet time but that hardly ever works out so I don't beat myself up over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SbarnbeP1aI/AAAAAAAAAV4/fYt3yblKDLg/s1600-h/for_sale_sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311621504407950754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SbarnbeP1aI/AAAAAAAAAV4/fYt3yblKDLg/s320/for_sale_sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh to sell or not to sell that is the question. We're thinking about selling our house and paying cash for a little piece of farm land in Tennessee and living a much simpler life and homeschooling our kids. We left the rat race of California 6 years ago to a calmer, quieter life here in Colorado and love it but thinking of going one step further. Huge life changing decisions though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SbarMqMZPqI/AAAAAAAAAVw/nunOrGHwKxc/s1600-h/yearbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311621044503133858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SbarMqMZPqI/AAAAAAAAAVw/nunOrGHwKxc/s320/yearbook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really need to order my kids their yearbook but the hold up is I want to do this love note for the yearbook to my son since he'll be graduating to middle school (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;) but don't know what to say! I think I've narrowed down the scripture so I'm almost there. It's due Friday and I've had all year and then some to think about it. It just creeps up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SbaqzEMo2JI/AAAAAAAAAVo/A9V6SYczylI/s1600-h/DSC04566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311620604806879378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SbaqzEMo2JI/AAAAAAAAAVo/A9V6SYczylI/s320/DSC04566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture I took yesterday of some lettuce growing in a baggy. I've also got basil, cilantro and cherry tomatoes started. I noticed yesterday our garlic has sprouted and am so excited! Too bad today it is covered in snow, good thing we got extra hardy and I mulched it. I've really been anxious to start the rest of my seeds . I think next week will be as long as I can wait, that will be 6-8 weeks before the last frost.&lt;br /&gt;**** It couldn't be easier to grow lettuce in baggies, you clip the corners off for drainage (then put it an any container to catch the water), fill it 1/2 way with soil (don't use anything with manure since it is lettuce unless you bake it and kill any possible e coli contamination), water it then put 2 or 3 lettuce seeds (I used romaine) then cover a little more and water again (can use compost tea- blend coffee grinds, potato peels, etc.) then keep it in a sunny window (mine is in my son's south east window and sprouted after 2 or 3 days!) oh and keep the bag opened about one inch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SbaqlatnZfI/AAAAAAAAAVg/xpEyQ7PA8I8/s1600-h/DSC04560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311620370332607986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SbaqlatnZfI/AAAAAAAAAVg/xpEyQ7PA8I8/s320/DSC04560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's some whole wheat strawberry muffins I made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt; and they are so good! I usually spend one day baking goodies for the week. I bake our whole wheat bread, 1 or 2 loaves of garlic bread, whole wheat pizzas to freeze and have on hand, a different muffin each week, and some cookies or granola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SbaqXjvFoEI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Q17osiukuIc/s1600-h/focusfamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311620132236533826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/SbaqXjvFoEI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Q17osiukuIc/s320/focusfamily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm searching for a new bible study/devotional for my kids. Apparently they have outgrown the My First Bible and Quiet Times With God book, they lost these really neat flashcards I got a couple years ago and they aren't old enough to just read their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;NKJV&lt;/span&gt; bible (and I'm tired of forcing them so I want something fun). My daughter has her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Awana&lt;/span&gt; book which she loves so mainly I need something for my son. A friend told me about a book at Focus that I want to go check out. I guess there is also a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;play land&lt;/span&gt; that I want to bring my toddler to, so maybe next week I'll go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's my 10 things for this month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-1267686587731195031?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/1267686587731195031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/03/yay-that-button-was-so-easy-phew.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/1267686587731195031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/1267686587731195031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/03/yay-that-button-was-so-easy-phew.html' title='Ten On The Tenth March'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFHDT0A1RVU/SbXNF25o1eI/AAAAAAAACs0/IXP2xRqXFFQ/s72-c/one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-3732902042421814528</id><published>2009-03-06T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:24:08.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chit Chat'/><title type='text'>Grocery Deals</title><content type='html'>I got the BEST deals at the grocery store today! I'm excited enough to blog about it, &lt;em&gt;wow&lt;/em&gt;. I got 51% off my total bill because they mailed out coupons for &lt;em&gt;tons &lt;/em&gt;of free stuff; I got free brown rice, eggs, salsa, salad dressing, tortillas, and frozen broccoli. I also had a few excellent coupons in my stash for things that they were having good sales on and got Classico pasta sauce for $1, cereal for about $1 a box, sourdough bread for a quarter, I mean great deals. I ended up getting over $110 worth of groceries for $50, yeah! I'm also excited because they finally have rapini in stock and I got some endive so I'm going to make a couple of my Nonna's pasta dishes, YUM! Other than that just been chillin on a chilly day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-3732902042421814528?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/3732902042421814528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/03/grocery-deals.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/3732902042421814528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/3732902042421814528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/03/grocery-deals.html' title='Grocery Deals'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-3536482165310458715</id><published>2009-03-05T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:04:25.935-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun and Games'/><title type='text'>ABC's</title><content type='html'>A - Age: 29&lt;br /&gt;B - Bed size: King&lt;br /&gt;C - Chore you hate: folding the whites load and dishes 3 times a day every day&lt;br /&gt;D - Dad's Name: Joe&lt;br /&gt;E - Essential start your day item: coffee with lots of French Vanilla cream&lt;br /&gt;F - Favorite actor(s): I'm so not a movies/celebrity type person, I have no clue&lt;br /&gt;G - Gold or Silver: silver, actually platinum but that's not a choice&lt;br /&gt;H - Height: 5'6 ish&lt;br /&gt;I - Instruments you play(ed): nothing, no patience to learn skills like that, last thing I tried was a flutophone in 6th grade but it broke when I threw it across the room&lt;br /&gt;J - Job title: homemaker&lt;br /&gt;K - Kid(s): 3- 1 son and 2 daughters&lt;br /&gt;L - Living arrangements: nice track home in small mountain town&lt;br /&gt;M - Mom's name: Linda&lt;br /&gt;N - Nicknames: Ten&lt;br /&gt;O - Overnight hospital stay other than birth: never&lt;br /&gt;P - Pet Peeve: when people wear too much perfume or when my salad comes out with my meal&lt;br /&gt;Q - Quotes you like: "For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son...."&lt;br /&gt;R - Right or left handed: right&lt;br /&gt;S - Siblings: 2 brothers&lt;br /&gt;T - Time you wake up: around 7:30&lt;br /&gt;U - Unique item you own: a nativity set from Israel made from an olive tree&lt;br /&gt;V - Vegetable you dislike: maybe brussel spouts&lt;br /&gt;W - Why you run late: my kids- getting them ready and out the door&lt;br /&gt;X - X-rays you've had: just my teeth&lt;br /&gt;Y - Yummy food you make: lots of stuff... pastas&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zodiac: libra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-3536482165310458715?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/3536482165310458715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/03/abcs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/3536482165310458715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/3536482165310458715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/03/abcs.html' title='ABC&apos;s'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-8789809321566234892</id><published>2009-03-05T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T10:03:50.678-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun and Games'/><title type='text'>Status Update</title><content type='html'>I saw this idea &lt;a href="http://www.lifeat7000feet.com/2009/02/status.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and since I don't really have much going on but need a new post so here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sitting&lt;/strong&gt;... on my couch catching up on some blogs I like and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; status updates to see what my friends are up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drinking&lt;/strong&gt;... nothing, I just had a cup of coffee and need to get up and have a glass of water (to replenish what the coffee stripped).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening&lt;/strong&gt;... to my daughter playing with a See 'n Say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drawing a blank&lt;/strong&gt;... about what to do today. Laundry/housework is all caught up, I don't usually bake at the end of the week, trying to stretch my grocery run to every 10 days (and have a couple days to go). I have a hard time just being and not doing. If it's not too windy I think I'll take a walk with my hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoping&lt;/strong&gt;... something opens up for my husband (job wise). Don't like our current situation, he is working 2 jobs and only has 1 day off a week, my hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Refusing&lt;/strong&gt;... to worry or be choked by the cares of this world, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;deceitfulness&lt;/span&gt; of riches or the desire for other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amazed&lt;/strong&gt;... at the Peace that surpasses understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trying to decide&lt;/strong&gt;... between enchiladas or vegetable soup for dinner but we've been having a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mexican&lt;/span&gt; and soup lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently reading&lt;/strong&gt;... a couple gardening books but nothing like a novel or anything. Sometimes my library stack gets too big and I just bring it all back so I can focus on reading the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loving&lt;/strong&gt;... my empty schedule (hate hectic days) and the 3 day weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not loving&lt;/strong&gt;... the stack of coupons and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;receipts&lt;/span&gt; on my coffee table from a price book that I started but keep putting off, or the never ending stack of dishes in my sink that I'm avoiding this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spending&lt;/strong&gt;... nothing extra. Just the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;necessities&lt;/span&gt; right now, I'm not a spender or shopper at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wondering&lt;/strong&gt;... what decisions and life changes we will make this year and where this road is leading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-8789809321566234892?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/8789809321566234892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/03/status-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/8789809321566234892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/8789809321566234892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/03/status-update.html' title='Status Update'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-9017141228453672909</id><published>2009-02-27T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T22:34:41.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Cookin'/><title type='text'>Depression Cooking with Clara</title><content type='html'>My Dad sent me a link to a Depression Cooking with Clara &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3OPQqH3YlHA&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; and I love her! She reminds me of my Sicilian Nonna who is the reason I am the way I am today. I loved watching her in the kitchen with her apron and white hair while she baked bread, cooked every meal at home from scratch, hanging clothes on the line, knitting.... I'm going to be trying some of her recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-9017141228453672909?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/9017141228453672909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/02/depression-cooking-with-clara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/9017141228453672909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/9017141228453672909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/02/depression-cooking-with-clara.html' title='Depression Cooking with Clara'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-1455938366755868722</id><published>2009-02-27T15:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T14:13:50.694-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manna'/><title type='text'>Soar On Wings Like Eagles</title><content type='html'>I was having a pretty rotten, negative attitude today and decided to watch Joyce Meyer online. I don't watch everyday but it seems like whatever I have going on, I can watch that day's message and it speaks to me. Today was no different, &lt;a href="http://www.joycemeyer.org/ourministries/broadcast/"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;Joyce Meyer message was just what I needed. Then I decided to read some more about eagles and found &lt;a href="http://www.eagleflight.org/cyberSermons/growing_church/eagles_wings.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; amazing article. Ane here's a pretty &lt;a href="http://wandascountryhome.com/soareagle/index.html"&gt;poem&lt;/a&gt;. So I'm being pushed out of my nest, but I will be caught until I eventually learn how to fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-1455938366755868722?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/1455938366755868722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/02/soar-on-wings-like-eagles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/1455938366755868722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/1455938366755868722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/02/soar-on-wings-like-eagles.html' title='Soar On Wings Like Eagles'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-1010383621336019577</id><published>2009-02-24T10:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T15:43:58.911-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What I Learned This Week'/><title type='text'>Fruit and Veggie Stickers</title><content type='html'>This is an easy way to see if the produce you are buying at the store is conventional, organic or GMO. A 4 digit number on the sticker means it was grown conventional, a 5 digit number begining with 9 means organic and a 5 digit number begining with 8 is GMO. Make up a little rhyme to help you remember like 9 is fine but 8 I hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-1010383621336019577?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/1010383621336019577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/02/fruit-and-veggie-stickers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/1010383621336019577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/1010383621336019577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/02/fruit-and-veggie-stickers.html' title='Fruit and Veggie Stickers'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-256220650115272476</id><published>2009-02-23T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:38:53.084-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Cookin'/><title type='text'>Fajita Soup</title><content type='html'>This recipe couldn't be easier and it was so good. Basically, we had fajitas one night and made quite a bit so all the leftovers became soup by adding broth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 oz beef stock&lt;br /&gt;Spanish rice (I made mine by cooking whole grain rice as normal and adding a can of mexican style stewed tomatoes)&lt;br /&gt;the grilled onion/bell pepper/shredded chicken mixture&lt;br /&gt;black beans (garnished with fresh pico de gallo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serve topped with cotija cheese (I also like spice so I added Sriracha)&lt;br /&gt;Delicious and very quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-256220650115272476?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/256220650115272476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/02/fajita-soup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/256220650115272476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/256220650115272476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/02/fajita-soup.html' title='Fajita Soup'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-3734747955803035003</id><published>2009-02-23T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:25:37.387-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Dig My Garden'/><title type='text'>Window Well Mini Green House</title><content type='html'>I started my basil, cilantro, cherry tomatoes and romaine today! Then I made some newspaper cups to start the rest of my seeds next month. I'll also be saving toilet paper rolls to plant in too. I'm also doing an experiment. I've been wanting to build a cold frame but decided to use our south facing basement window well instead. I went to Home Depot to get a plastic cover for a greenhouse effect but they wanted $45 for a flimsy thing, I don't think so. The guy working there started telling me other option to cover it and I told him no I wanted plastic to grow stuff in there. He said oooohhh, I won't ask what you're growing! Anyway, I decided to use this plastic runner that I wasn't using anymore and nailed it to a frame of leftover scraps from our deck. It was cloudy all day but hopefully tomorrow I can put a thermometer in there and see how warm it gets. Has anyone tried this? What grows best? I'll let you know what I find out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Sblg5TbTGCI/AAAAAAAAAW4/2KX50ibe4Z0/s1600-h/DSC04571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312383773043791906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Sblg5TbTGCI/AAAAAAAAAW4/2KX50ibe4Z0/s320/DSC04571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *** Update, here's a picture of it, I think I need to get a clear plastic for the top. The thermometer says it's about 60 degrees in there, I also put some water jugs to retain heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/86/6C67262D8DF1B354D3C09E9AD5C29397.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616938585667171058-3734747955803035003?l=thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/feeds/3734747955803035003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/02/window-well-mini-green-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/3734747955803035003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616938585667171058/posts/default/3734747955803035003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegardenofeaten.blogspot.com/2009/02/window-well-mini-green-house.html' title='Window Well Mini Green House'/><author><name>Christen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/ScqXPVcfPrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uM3oCp0270s/S220/christen+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UcuP0DBbvMU/Sblg5TbTGCI/AAAAAAAAAW4/2KX50ibe4Z0/s72-c/DSC04571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616938585667171058.post-8355659048959610023</id><published>2009-02-22T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:55:23.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chit Chat'/><title type='text'>Excuses and Pep Talk</title><content type='html'>I plan on keeping up to date with this blog better than my &lt;a href="http://www.christensmemoir.blogspot.com/"&gt;old blog&lt;/a&gt;! I've hit three obstacles with blogging:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I have perfectionist traits and if I can't write something just the way I want it I won't write it at all. I'm throwing that out the window, it is what it is and I am what I am (1 Corinthians 15:10). I'm getting better, as a recovering neat freak I try not to let petty messes ruin my day. My husband is the opposite of me so it's perfect, he helps me see what's important in life and put down the housework sometimes to enjoy what really matters in life! So I try daily to be Mary and not always Martha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) I feel like Job because 2009 has been a series of unfortunate events for us. I didn't want to start a blog writing about all our terrible problems and sound like a huge pessimist and downer that nobody wants to read about! But in a nutshell... became unemployed, our family has been sicker this month than they usually are in a whole year, our computer got a virus, then someone stole our identity, and a good friend died. But I'm trying to respond like Job, after he lost everything he fell to the ground and worshiped saying blessed be the name of the Lord! (Job 1:20) Wow. Then Job was restored and given twice as much as he had before! (Job 42:10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) I've been busy. A good busy (not the full calendar running around rat race busy- hate that). My theme song for this year is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LA2CpQWg2pA&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;This Is Your Life by Switchfoot&lt;/a&gt;.  So I haven't been spending a ton of wasted time online. I've been interested and wanting to do a lot of things but never have. Why? Because it's always "one day I'll..." So January I thought a fresh clean start was appropriate and decluttered and organized getting rid of useless material junk. We aren't materialistic consumers by any means but still accumulate stuff and having more isn't all it's cracked up to be but a cleared out house feels good and clears my mind. Next I started a vermiculture. I've wanted to compost for a long time but always had excuses, my HOA won't allow it, my climate isn't right, blah blah blah. Where there's a will there's a way. I love it! I hope I keep them alive though, everyday I feel the need to check on them and it bothers me that they are buried and I can't see how they are. They are so easy to care for it seems too easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings me to my current project...gardening! I could sit around and feel sorry for myself that I don't live on tons of acres in zone 7 like I'd love or I can make do with my 1/2 acre in zone 4 and learn little by little to prepare. I've dreamed of living on a homestead but decided you know what, for now, &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; is my homestead. I can't have chickens or anything like that but I can focus on what I can do. And there are plenty of those things and I'm setting out to do them! I could get overwhelmed by going through the seed catalogs and everything but I'm just taking it slow. I'm planting the basics that we eat all the time and focusing on really learning all I can about growing those the best way possible. I tried starting seeds indoors a few years back but the seed were given to us and never germinated. But I'm trying again this year and excited to add to my short growing season. I'm learning about cold frames, raised beds, the perfect dirt (who knew dirt was so complicated?) and so on. After I get my plants growing I want to learn about canning/freezing/preserving. I'd feel more comfortable with a Titus 2 woman taking me under her wing to teach me rather than a book or online but that's a long way off and "today is all you got now". Don't worry about tomorrow, after all, today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday. I like to watch the birds at my feeder and reflect on &lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Mat&amp;amp;c=6&amp;amp;v=25&amp;amp;t=KJV#25"&gt;Matthew 6:25-34&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get busy. My husband and daughter are sick in bed with a terrible stomach flu so we weren't able to go to church. I planned on resting today and doing my weekly food prep tomorrow but I think I'll get some meals and snacks prepared today, that way if I get sick the work is done (the world doesn't stop when mom is sick but it should, he he). I'll make some chicken noodle soup and my usual stuff; granola, pizzas, bread and muffins. Then I'll get a paper and clip coupons and relax. Update- never made it to the store for a paper, or out of my jammies for that matter, but my in laws are giving me their's! 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