<?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-11163755</id><updated>2012-01-04T00:14:48.039-05:00</updated><category term='miscarriage'/><category term='Hailey'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='travel'/><category term='business'/><category term='knitting'/><category term='school'/><category term='kindness'/><category term='move'/><category term='kidspeak'/><category term='family'/><title type='text'>Aut's Ramblings</title><subtitle type='html'>the adventures of my wonder-filled life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>374</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-4724874383776344930</id><published>2012-01-04T00:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T00:14:48.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>raw.</title><content type='html'>...and i thought the summer was hard.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's almost comical to me in this moment. you take so much heartache sometimes all that's left to do is laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then cry some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-4724874383776344930?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/4724874383776344930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=4724874383776344930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/4724874383776344930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/4724874383776344930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2012/01/raw.html' title='raw.'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-3437540355990027358</id><published>2011-08-12T11:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T12:46:04.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this summer = people leaving.</title><content type='html'>Marta, my mother-in-law, passed away.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good friends Dwan &amp;amp; Jordan, Madeline and Alex moved to NC last week...after putting in their 2 weeks notice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katie, our trusted and reliable and super-available babysitter is moving to college and is therefore no longer available.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister, Hope, is moving to California on Tuesday to begin her college days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncle Skip &amp;amp; Aunt Janet and all their kiddos are moving to FL before September 1. I found this out yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We moved into a house in a different part of town this month. The kids start at a new school on Monday. We have a new puppy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hardly anything feels familiar. I feel a bit lonely and disoriented.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Change is part of life. I take a step back and observe the events of this summer and say to myself, "Wow! It's no wonder you feel sadness and grief, Autumn. Your feelings are appropriate." I welcome these feelings and allow them to be. I cry. And I am living in the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is something healing about embracing what is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-3437540355990027358?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/3437540355990027358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=3437540355990027358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/3437540355990027358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/3437540355990027358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-summer-people-leaving.html' title='this summer = people leaving.'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-6966922257195105418</id><published>2011-08-03T16:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T16:53:31.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>our new addition (other than the house)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Introducing: &lt;b&gt;SAMSON&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Born May 5, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Joined our family July 30, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Breed: Labrador Retriever, Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Current weight: 24 pounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ig4_jwhGQnY/TjnCN1xMmTI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/BRE5XVg49Gc/s1600/271285_10150265719776924_597096923_8107072_4008467_o-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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a.w.e.s.o.m.e.n.e.s.s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-2547338254182722871?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/2547338254182722871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=2547338254182722871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/2547338254182722871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/2547338254182722871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2011/07/changes.html' title='changes'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-4926066949324714256</id><published>2011-05-24T07:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T08:03:00.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Has it really been 11 years?</title><content type='html'>Happy Anniversary to me &amp;amp; my husband. So much has changed in 11 years, truly!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I was 19 and he was 20. Now I am 30 and he is 31.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I was interviewing for a job as a Bank One teller, and he was painting home exteriors. Now I am a L&amp;amp;D RN and doula apprentice, and he owns a surface design company and a furniture company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we had no children. Now we have Erik (9), Hailey (8), and Noah (6).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.... to be continued. (Now he has made me coffee and invited me out onto the patio!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-4926066949324714256?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/4926066949324714256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=4926066949324714256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/4926066949324714256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/4926066949324714256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2011/05/has-it-really-been-11-years.html' title='Has it really been 11 years?'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-5058459627111984803</id><published>2011-05-16T16:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T17:14:06.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>::sigh::</title><content type='html'>my nose is itchy and stuffy. my eyes sting and feel swollen. i feel like my thinking is foggy. maybe it's time to start taking allergy medicine again, ugh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life is so busy right now. i was walking through the store today with Noah when he said "everyone is staring at you, and all the people are frozen." in that moment it did feel like time was moving very slowly. for a second i imagined what it would feel like if the world and time stood still and i could just BE... without my actions and attitudes affecting other people. and vice versa. but i really don't want to be so isolated. i'm lonely enough as it is. my husband is busy. my kids are busy. i am exhausted just trying to keep up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;between Hailey's seizure and the ensuing doctor visits and diagnostic testing... the annual ballet recital plus a production of Alice in Wonderland including 7 performances this coming Thursday-Sunday (and all the rehearsals for that)... my mother-in-law in the hospital again with her health struggles... and the inside of our house looks like it was hit by a tornado... there is plenty of stress on our family right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it really would benefit me to focus on the positive. and get back into my gratitude journal. i am overwhelmed. ::sigh::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-5058459627111984803?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/5058459627111984803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=5058459627111984803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/5058459627111984803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/5058459627111984803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2011/05/sigh.html' title='::sigh::'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-8143270200838291446</id><published>2011-05-01T20:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T20:54:10.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>work weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;(This post is not so much to toot my own horn as it is to document my internal reactions to my weekend of work.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I worked my hiney off at work yesterday and today. I took care of a very, very sick pregnant patient, learning new things by the hour. The critical nature of the situation was stressful, but I really gave it my best. The slogan at the hospital where I'm employed is "All Our Best" and (though it sounds cheesy) I feel I represented my hospital, my profession, and myself well. My patient and I developed a wonderful relationship, and I think I made a positive impact on her experience in L&amp;amp;D. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the smallest baby any of my assigned patients has delivered so far. It was the first time one of my babies required chest compressions, intubation, and epinephrine. The feeling I got in the pit of my stomach while all that was occurring... it's a similar feeling I get when I see footage of the recent tornadoes that ripped through this part of the country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I take so much for granted. I lose sight of what the important things are. Tonight I am grateful for my family, my home, my job. Those are all imperfect things, but it's the stuff of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm grateful for myself. I have discovered this week that I can be a very good friend. I've been practicing on me. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-8143270200838291446?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/8143270200838291446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=8143270200838291446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/8143270200838291446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/8143270200838291446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2011/05/work-weekend.html' title='work weekend'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-6787110318853070558</id><published>2011-04-28T09:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T09:37:06.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhh, yes!</title><content type='html'>I am looking forward to getting a 1-hour massage today! I've been hearing myself say for months now, "I really need a massage." It seems I've neglected to take care of myself adequately over the last several weeks. It's a vicious cycle of not feeding/sleeping/grooming myself well and then not having the energy to do anything worthwhile, including feeding/sleeping/grooming myself well... and on and on it goes as the house turns into a disaster zone and the kids sometimes fend for themselves at mealtime. But this week I'm picking myself up by the bootstraps (what does that mean anyway???) and taking baby steps to strengthen my body, clear the fuzz out of my brain, organize my closet, reconnect with my soul, and yes! get that much-needed massage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-6787110318853070558?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/6787110318853070558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=6787110318853070558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/6787110318853070558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/6787110318853070558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2011/04/ahhh-yes.html' title='ahhh, yes!'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-4099196810812983927</id><published>2010-12-14T11:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T11:55:21.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Changes Ahead</title><content type='html'>This is my last week to work night shift!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my last month to work full time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Noah's last week in public school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After much pondering, reading, and discussing, Andy &amp;amp; I have concluded that it would be in Noah's best interest to pull him out of the public school system and give him our focused attention for at least one school semester. He has been struggling in school. Both his kindergarten teacher and his 1st grade teacher have expressed their concerns, but no one has come up with any real solutions to help Noah get the leg-up that he needs. Noah seems to be growing very aware that his classmates are "more advanced" than he is. It breaks my heart to see him make an effort to do his take-home worksheets, get frustrated, and drop his head in his hands saying, "I'm dumb!" I don't think he is getting enough caring attention or praise at school. I think he will benefit from one-on-one instruction that meets him at his current academic level, is paced as quickly or slowly as he needs, and comes from a person who makes him feel safe and cared for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Home schooling is something we have done in the past. It served Erik well for pre-K and kindergarten, and he and I both enjoyed the experience. Hopefully it will be just what Noah needs at this formative stage of his life. I ordered our curriculum today. And so this new journey begins...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-4099196810812983927?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/4099196810812983927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=4099196810812983927' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/4099196810812983927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/4099196810812983927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2010/12/big-changes-ahead.html' title='Big Changes Ahead'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-3782165273497536574</id><published>2010-12-07T10:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T11:01:33.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you worry...</title><content type='html'>... 'bout a thing,&lt;div&gt;'cause every little thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is gonna be alright. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; (Bob Marley)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is my hope that life will improve drastically when I return to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;day shift&lt;/span&gt; in two weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, in January, things could get &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;even better&lt;/span&gt; when I drop one shift every other week. (work three days one week, two days the next week, etc...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-3782165273497536574?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/3782165273497536574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=3782165273497536574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/3782165273497536574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/3782165273497536574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2010/12/dont-you-worry.html' title='Don&apos;t you worry...'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-2843391019881572069</id><published>2010-12-07T09:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T10:04:35.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>revisiting 101:1001</title><content type='html'>Well, it has been forever since I've visited blogland. I was reading through old posts and ran across &lt;a href="http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2009/01/1011001.html"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt; that I (barely) remember creating. I'm going to comment on some of the list:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Open an IRA in my name. (not yet.. paying off debt first!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Bake a baguette from scratch. (DONE! and they were delicious.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Grow my own basil and use it in a meal. (DONE!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Take my children to Disney World. (Looking toward a 2012 trip?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Become Autumn Bruckman, RN. (DONE!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Travel to San Antonio with my husband. (not yet.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Spend one month caffeine- and alcohol-free. (nope.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Back up digital photos and music on external hard drive. (laptop crashed. files recovered on cd.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Experiment with false eyelashes. (bought them for Halloween 2010 but haven't applied them yet.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Put a piano in my home, space permitting. (no space at this time.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Save at least $20 from every paycheck. (ongoing, yes.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Go to Fayetteville for a Razorbacks football game. (not yet.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Complete Rosetta Stone French lessons, Volume 1. (not yet.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Donate blood 3 times. (DONE!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Run three miles in 30 minutes or less. (DONE! completed a 5K in May 2010.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Sing karaoke in public. (nope.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Go to a bed &amp;amp; breakfast with girlfriends. (not yet. stayed at a condo in Branson with coworkers last weekend though.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;File taxes before April 1. (not yet.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Make homemade marshmallows. (not yet.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Read the complete Harry Potter series. (not yet. and my 9 year old is definitely going to finish before me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Take a self-defense class. (not yet.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Ride in a train. (not yet.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Go bowling and score higher than 120. (not yet.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Purchase a digital camera for myself. (not yet.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Take dance lessons with my husband. (DONE!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Give Hailey her own bedroom (DONE!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Change wedding band setting or get current bands sautered. (not yet.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Undergo electrolysis under arms. (not  yet.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Use my neti pot every day for one week. (nope.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Have a 10 year wedding anniversary photo shoot at the Olmsted Falls covered bridge. (we were in Colorado.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Sign Noah up for gymnastics or baseball. (nope.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Learn to play bass guitar. (nope.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I think my list would be different if I created it today. Some of the things that seemed important to me then are no longer meaningful or desirable. I'm going to start thinking about the new year and what it might hold...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-2843391019881572069?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/2843391019881572069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=2843391019881572069' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/2843391019881572069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/2843391019881572069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2010/12/revisiting-1011001.html' title='revisiting 101:1001'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-2746220573469450423</id><published>2010-08-13T08:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T08:18:12.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;Myrtle Beach, SC. &lt;/span&gt;This week has been full of memory-making, mostly good. I've been at the beach with my husband, children, grandparents, aunt &amp;amp; uncle, and cousins. We did quite a bit of shopping. I'm glad I left empty space in the suitcases on our way here because we are going home with quite a bit more stuff than we brought. I've got school uniforms for the kids and a new laptop for me (yay!!!) among other things.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I was rockin' the boogie board. We had some rough waters. The current was so strong I could hardly lift my legs to walk. But I caught some awesome waves; what a rush!  :) My legs are sore today, but it was totally worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really am sad to be leaving tomorrow. I have never enjoyed the beach so much as I did this week. I regret we didn't spend more time on the sand and less time shopping. An annual beach trip may be a necessity from now on. Next year we will probably go to Gulf Shores or Orange Beach, AL. We had originally planned to go there this year but changed our destination when the oil spill happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have some big changes happening next week. We arrive home from vacation, Andy leaves for an out-of-state work trip for a few weeks, I start a brand new job in a totally different department working full-time, the kids go back to school, and I go back to school. I'm not looking forward to weathering those changes by myself.  ::sigh::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could stay at the beach forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-2746220573469450423?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/2746220573469450423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=2746220573469450423' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/2746220573469450423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/2746220573469450423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2010/08/beach-week.html' title='Beach Week'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-3606933733399886803</id><published>2010-07-01T19:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T20:23:33.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, 20's.  Hello, 30's!!!</title><content type='html'>On the eve of my 30th birthday, I served my children pasta shells &amp;amp; cheese, turkey hot dogs, and bananas for dinner. This makes me laugh. It's not typical of me to serve such a meal, but I am tired of setting mile high standards for myself. So I poured myself a glass of Chardonnay to go along with my hot dogs (ha!) and marveled at my children's enjoyment of their dinner. They were begging for seconds. And I gave it to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm entering this new decade of life. I'm feeling an internal shift already. You know how some birthdays you immediately feel different and others feel like just another ordinary day? Well, tomorrow is no ordinary day. It kind of feels like a big deal. A milestone. I wish I had lots of friends to celebrate with. I thought about having a party. But it would have to be a small party because I don't have many close friends. I think I am okay with having just a few close friends. I've always been a "quality over quantity" kind of girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to this internal shift... I feel as though I'm going to be able to successfully lower my standards a bit! I'm starting to care less what other people think, enjoy my life for what it is - my own experience, and not have to prove anything to society. I'm pretty darn proud of myself for what I've accomplished over the past 10 years! I've gotten married (technically that was before my 20's but close enough...), bought a house, birthed and nursed three babies, grieved 3 miscarriages, homeschooled 2 children, taught myself to knit, sold a house, moved my family 1,000 miles across the country, endured the hardships that self-employment can bring, fought to hold on when marriage felt unbearable (and thank God we are still together!), battled depression and panic attacks and horrendous migraines, not only survived it but graduated nursing school with honors, passed NCLEX with flying colors to achieve my goal of becoming a RN before my 30th birthday, paid off lots of debt with my hard-earned income, landed the job interview I've dreamed of for years... and these are just the high points that come to mind. My 20's have had plenty of ups and downs. So much life experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the happy milestones, the last 10 years have been laced with feelings of isolation. Even now I am feeling loneliness. But I am also feeling hope. Hope that as my children grow older and more independent and as I grow more comfortable in my career and new routines develop, RELATIONSHIPS will blossom and new friendships will form. I'm working to get a good grip on our household finances, our home organization, and my relationship with my self. Though perfection is what I have striven for the last 10 years, I am now happy to say I can be content simply with PROGRESS. Things are improving a little each day. If this keeps up, 40 will be phenomenal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-3606933733399886803?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/3606933733399886803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=3606933733399886803' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/3606933733399886803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/3606933733399886803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2010/07/goodbye-20s-hello-30s.html' title='Goodbye, 20&apos;s.  Hello, 30&apos;s!!!'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-4036292518065542414</id><published>2010-05-07T01:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T02:29:43.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>change is going to come.</title><content type='html'>On the job front, I'm going to switch to working &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;part-time&lt;/span&gt; in a couple weeks. This means I will only work two 12-hour shifts per week. I shed a lot of tears before coming to this decision. My current job has created more stress than I am willing to endure. My husband deserves a loving wife, and my children need a healthy mom. And I need to feel sane and not be in 'survival mode' all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another decision that I need to make (soon!) is whether to continue working night shift. Our floor has had several nurses move on in their careers. This means there will be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;day shift&lt;/span&gt; position available to me in the very near future. I have gotten somewhat comfortable with my job as a night nurse, meaning the tasks that I perform and the routine and pace of hospital nightlife (the pace of day nursing on my floor is sheer insanity.) I love my nighttime coworkers and really don't want to leave them. However, my quality of life outside of work is less than ideal. I don't get regular sleep, and this makes me feel super emotional and even psychotic. Just plain miserable. I would venture to say that I felt better when I was in nursing school than I do now... and that's saying something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of school, I have applied for admission to the University of Arkansas at Little Rock! I'm going to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;continue my education&lt;/span&gt; and work toward a Bachelor of Science in Nursing (BSN) degree. This will be part-time and all online so it will fit nicely into our family life. Plus, it seems with a scholarship, a grant, and a small amount of employee tuition assistance, I won't have to pay much (if any!) for further schooling. Score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have applied for two positions in Labor &amp;amp; Delivery in the past month. Apparently the hospital requires 12 months of experience as an RN before they will hire me into L&amp;amp;D. But I will keep applying as positions come available. I am also looking into getting involved with a local group of doulas and midwives. I don't want to get involved in too many things all at once because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my soul craves simplicity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what my career is going to look like in 5 or 10 years. But I am okay with that. The mystery of it is enjoyable for me. One of my favorite quotes (by Martin Luther King, Jr.) is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't have to see the top of the staircase in order to take the first step."&lt;br /&gt;Or, in my case, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;next &lt;/span&gt;step...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am certain of at this very moment is that I treasure my husband and adore my three children more than words can convey. My profession as a Registered Nurse is important to me, but it pales in comparison to the value I place on the life of my family. The kids are growing up too quickly, and our years of marriage are adding up (10 years this month!) I want to maximize every single day we have together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...Happy Mother's Day! Happy Nurse's Day!&lt;br /&gt;...and hopefully a happier Everyday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-4036292518065542414?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/4036292518065542414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=4036292518065542414' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/4036292518065542414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/4036292518065542414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2010/05/change-is-going-to-come.html' title='change is going to come.'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-210389435118889478</id><published>2010-04-11T14:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T14:36:20.486-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hailey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindness'/><title type='text'>these days...</title><content type='html'>first of all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HAILEY JOY!!! (I can't believe you're seven years old today.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am not enjoying my job. Night shift does not suit me. I want a day job in labor and delivery or the O.R. I applied for a part-time day position in L&amp;D but it was filled before my application was received.. those positions are hard to come by, but I believe there will be one for me at just the right time. (or at least I keep telling myself...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hailey was up puking all night, bless her heart! She's been in bed and on the couch all day, drifting in and out of sleep. NOT a fun way to spend your birthday. I love my precious daughter more than words can tell. My heart is so full it feels like it could burst..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Andy has finally returned home after almost a month out of town. I am still recovering from the weariness of single parenting. It has been a rough several weeks. But it is SOOOOO GOOOOOOOD to have my man back home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We are excited about our upcoming trip to Colorado. Our 10th wedding anniversary is May 24th. We'll be staying at a beautiful lodge in Breckenridge for a few days before heading to Colorado Springs for my brother-in-law Ben's graduation from the U.S. Air Force Academy. The kids will not be going with us to Colorado. It will be good to get away by ourselves for a few days, but I will miss the darlings like crazy. And now I have the task of figuring out who will take care of them while we are away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A couple weeks after our Colorado trip we will head (all five of us) to Wisconsin for Ben &amp; Charissa's wedding! I've never been to that part of the country before. I'm sure we'll have lots of fun. Ben &amp; Charissa have waited so long for this...we are thrilled for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. We are planning to book a condo today for our August trip to Orange Beach, AL! We've never taken a beach vacation as a family. I've been looking at photos for hours and dreaming of the fun &amp; relaxation we will have together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Hopefully there will be no issues at work with the time I've asked off for these travels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. France may have to wait a little while longer. I would rather have a family beach vacation this year and go to France at a later date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I need to get back into my workout routine... with Andy being gone and my switch to night shift I've neglected to eat well and exercise regularly. And I feel like poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Last night we went out for dinner... Andy, me, the kids. We ordered a good bottle of wine, delicious food, 2 desserts. Andy &amp; I both noticed a man who was watching us from a nearby table...not in a weird way. He was dining by himself, wearing a suit. As we were finishing our meal the restaurant manager and our server approached us and explained that the man in the suit had commented on what a beautiful family we are and that he had generously paid our tab. Wow! I was so touched by that act of kindness I had to hold back a few tears. It felt like (and still feels like) God was smiling on us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-210389435118889478?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/210389435118889478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=210389435118889478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/210389435118889478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/210389435118889478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2010/04/these-days.html' title='these days...'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-7290285942038330784</id><published>2010-03-17T19:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T19:25:36.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ho hum the randomness, brainspiel</title><content type='html'>1. bought a ca-yute! new dress today on my lunch break&lt;br /&gt;2. feeling more confident about my cardiac rhythm stip interpretation skills after this week's coronary care class at work...though my eyes do not like counting the itty bitty baby boxes for hours at a time&lt;br /&gt;3. husband leaves town tomorrow...didn't he just get back?&lt;br /&gt;4. noticing that the glutes aren't as flat and/or saggy as they were a couple months ago, yay.&lt;br /&gt;5. lovin' the iPhone as much today as the day she became mine&lt;br /&gt;6. spring is a-comin' ... yay for sunshine &amp; angela &amp; colorado &amp; wisconsin &amp; less debt &amp; healthier body &amp; time in the garden!&lt;br /&gt;7. don't know how i'd respond if i got pregnant this year. we aren't trying. just for the record.&lt;br /&gt;8. i could really use a bigger kitchen. really.&lt;br /&gt;9. thinking that a gulf shores trip with the fam sounds more fun than forcing france to happen this year...&lt;br /&gt;10. trying to enjoy the stepping stone that is my current job while wondering what lies just beyond it... trusting that on the checkerboard of life all the pieces are shifting in my favor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-7290285942038330784?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-8040213718706319886</id><published>2010-01-02T22:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:06:44.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>Hello, 2010, I am so happy to meet you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This year holds so much potential.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-8040213718706319886?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/8040213718706319886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=8040213718706319886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/8040213718706319886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/8040213718706319886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-9199607457631639166</id><published>2009-12-30T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T19:16:09.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>special purchase</title><content type='html'>Today I bought my ballet slippers.&lt;div 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purchase'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-5558406914750488188</id><published>2009-12-29T12:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T12:52:30.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking forward (and a little bit backward)...</title><content type='html'>Cliche, I know, but I am thinking about health and fitness in light of the coming new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't keep close ties with the bathroom scale, but I decided to pay her a visit this morning. I needed a concrete starting point. Taking measurements is on my to do list as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nursing school is finished now. (Yay!!!) It was super stressful and super hard, and I often ate whatever was convenient and quick. I sometimes ate to stay awake during late night study sessions. I sat on my duff for long hours during lecture, and didn't move around much during my studies at home. So not only do I have a diploma of registered nursing... I also have exactly thirty extra pounds that I gained since day one of nursing school. Thirty pounds is quite a lot. I've lost 25 pounds before... about a year after I had Noah. So I know I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some support would help me along greatly. I looked into Weight Watchers for the support aspect of the program, but the meeting fees are just silly. And I'm not sure I want to count points. ::sigh::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I'm setting some goals. Once I decide what kind of food choices I want to make, I'll clean out the fridge and pantry and make a trip to the store. Andy gave me a cool heart rate monitor for Christmas (I wanted one!) which will aid me in exercising at an effective level of intensity without overdoing it. This is going to be fun. and hard. but I'm determined to keep it fun! I'll post photos from time to time. My face shows weight gain/loss quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. I'm thinking about signing up for ballet classes. And I'm excited to restart the French lessons I put on hold for nursing school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-5558406914750488188?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/5558406914750488188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=5558406914750488188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/5558406914750488188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/5558406914750488188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2009/12/looking-forward-and-little-bit-backward.html' title='Looking forward (and a little bit backward)...'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-4918719371990181592</id><published>2009-02-23T12:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T12:29:58.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>grovel</title><content type='html'>forgive me, dear blog, for i have been having a wild affair with my iphone. particularly a facebook application and a game called word warp. i had forgotten you for awhile. but today i remembered you. i still like you. can we be friends?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-4918719371990181592?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/4918719371990181592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=4918719371990181592' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/4918719371990181592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/4918719371990181592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2009/02/grovel.html' title='grovel'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-2786341097957211789</id><published>2009-01-30T16:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T16:28:39.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know it's been forever...</title><content type='html'>...but that's just how it goes for a woman who has &lt;br /&gt;a husband, three children, a home, and a full-time career &lt;br /&gt;as an RN student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now &amp; then I learn something new about myself&lt;br /&gt;Or about humanity&lt;br /&gt;Or about God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been mulling over the complicatedness of life&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's just complex.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is no cakewalk.&lt;br /&gt;But it's beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And multi-faceted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever reached the point&lt;br /&gt;Where you feel pain&lt;br /&gt;And the pain feels oddly good&lt;br /&gt;Simply because you're FEELING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to be numb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-2786341097957211789?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/2786341097957211789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=2786341097957211789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/2786341097957211789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/2786341097957211789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-know-its-been-forever.html' title='I know it&apos;s been forever...'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-1849975501331438068</id><published>2009-01-03T22:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:04:18.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>101:1001</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The Mission:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Complete 101 preset tasks in a period of 1001 days. &lt;strong&gt;My 1001 days began on January 1, 2009, and will end on September 29, 2011.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The Criteria:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tasks must be specific (ie. no ambiguity in the wording) with a result that is either measurable or clearly defined. Tasks must also be realistic and stretching (ie. represent some amount of work on my part).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Why 1001 Days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Many people have created lists in the past - frequently simple goals such as New Year’s resolutions. The key to beating procrastination is to set a deadline that is realistic. 1001 Days (about 2.75 years) is a better period of time than a year, because it allows you several seasons to complete the tasks, which is better for organising and timing some tasks such as overseas trips or outdoor activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Some common goal setting tips:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1. Be decisive. Know exactly what you want, why you want it, and how you plan to achieve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;2. Stay Focused. Any goal requires sustained focus from beginning to end. Constantly evaluate your progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;3. Welcome Failure. Frequently, very little is learned from a venture that did not experience failure in some form. Failure presents the opportunity to learn and makes the success more worthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;4. Write down your goals. It clarifies your thinking and reinforces your commitment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;5. Keep your goals in sight. Review them frequently, and ensure that they are always at the forefront of your thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll share with you a sampling of my 101 things...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Open an IRA in my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Bake a baguette from scratch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Grow my own basil and use it in a meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Take my children to Disney World.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Become Autumn Bruckman, RN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Travel to San Antonio with my husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Spend one month caffeine- and alcohol-free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Back up digital photos and music on external hard drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Experiment with false eyelashes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Put a piano in my home, space permitting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Save at least $20 from every paycheck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Go to Fayetteville for a Razorbacks football game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Complete Rosetta Stone French lessons, Volume 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Donate blood 3 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Run three miles in 30 minutes or less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sing karaoke in public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Go to a bed &amp;amp; breakfast with girlfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;File taxes before April 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Make homemade marshmallows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Read the complete Harry Potter series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Take a self-defense class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ride in a train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Go bowling and score higher than 120.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Purchase a digital camera for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Take dance lessons with my husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Give Hailey her own bedroom...DONE ALREADY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Change wedding band setting or get current bands sautered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Undergo electrolysis under arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Use my neti pot every day for one week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Have a 10 year wedding anniversary photo shoot at the Olmsted Falls covered bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sign Noah up for gymnastics or baseball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Learn to play bass guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-1849975501331438068?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/1849975501331438068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=1849975501331438068' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/1849975501331438068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/1849975501331438068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2009/01/1011001.html' title='101:1001'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-65664915261576274</id><published>2008-12-18T10:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T10:47:48.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>withdrawals</title><content type='html'>I'm going to into Facebook withdrawals. I didn't bring my laptop to Cleveland, and we don't have internet in our hotel room. The computer here in the business center blocks Facebook.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will someone please comment here or e-mail me to say hi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my third day with NO VOICE...how am I supposed to catch up with dear old friends? I feel like a prisoner in my own body, unable to express myself or be heard. It's scary being in public at museums or in the icy downtown streets with my children...they can't hear me call their names...and the louder I try to yell, the less sound comes out of my squeaky voice box. ::sigh::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take my voice for granted. I think Andy is enjoying the sort-of silence when he's driving the car. Less back-seat driving going on. Don't worry, I found a way to squeeze his arm when it's time to hit the brakes, and pointing the fingers comes in handy when it's time to turn. (I know, I'm terrible.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not having a voice OR Facebook (which I really do use to communicate with people...a lot!) is making me very very lonely. I could call up a Cleveland friend, but then what? squeak squeak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-65664915261576274?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/65664915261576274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=65664915261576274' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/65664915261576274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/65664915261576274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/12/withdrawals.html' title='withdrawals'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-6121081629272333448</id><published>2008-12-11T17:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:50:00.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Semester is officially OVER.</title><content type='html'>I just opened a letter from school.... got a nice scholarship for spring semester! Wheeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm going out with some classmates...Mexican food then a comedy club. We're celebrating our success, wahoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-6121081629272333448?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/6121081629272333448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=6121081629272333448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/6121081629272333448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/6121081629272333448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/12/semester-is-officially-over.html' title='Semester is officially OVER.'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-5096742856345320933</id><published>2008-12-11T13:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:27:29.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a few changes</title><content type='html'>1. bangs!&lt;br /&gt;2. a room that's all mine...for study or whatever i fancy!&lt;br /&gt;3. i'm an upperclassman now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. hello, Clevelanders.. i shall see you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-5096742856345320933?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/5096742856345320933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=5096742856345320933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/5096742856345320933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/5096742856345320933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/12/few-changes.html' title='a few changes'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-5870334464317226742</id><published>2008-12-08T00:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T01:32:44.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>riddled road to who-knows-where</title><content type='html'>down in the dumps, it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;tides will change, here comes May.&lt;br /&gt;tears do flow, sweep away&lt;br /&gt;all the yuck of the days&lt;br /&gt;when i don't get my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is nigh...&lt;br /&gt;what joy will be mine&lt;br /&gt;when sun meets the sky,&lt;br /&gt;that sky where i fly&lt;br /&gt;in my dreams every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is done.&lt;br /&gt;princess and sons&lt;br /&gt;do slumber,&lt;br /&gt;but not i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heavy heart, fragile me&lt;br /&gt;sitting by my christmas tree,&lt;br /&gt;wondering what road this be...&lt;br /&gt;life seems such a mystery&lt;br /&gt;without my churchianity.&lt;br /&gt;i've lost my false security&lt;br /&gt;and found i don't know who is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there she goes -&lt;br /&gt;despite her woes,&lt;br /&gt;she grows.&lt;br /&gt;oh, the wind - it blows,&lt;br /&gt;and my soul, it knows&lt;br /&gt;the end of the road is somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is me.&lt;br /&gt;and she grows.&lt;br /&gt;and she just doesn't know&lt;br /&gt;what it's for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-5870334464317226742?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/5870334464317226742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=5870334464317226742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/5870334464317226742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/5870334464317226742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/12/riddled-road-to-who-knows-where.html' title='riddled road to who-knows-where'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-6453446518827799727</id><published>2008-12-06T19:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T20:04:38.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>finish the sentence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;•I'm happiest when... my family adheres to routines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;•Someday I'm going to... travel to Europe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;•When I'm really down, what I want to do is... find a way to get back up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;•I feel anxious when... I don't know my bank balance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;•I'm afraid that... I will lose the people I love most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;•I like people who... are classy AND down-to-earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;•All it takes to make me happy is... some yarn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;•What I really want to do is... love people more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;•I wish that... my house would clean itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;•I don't like people who... throw cigarettes out car windows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;•A person really should... find one hobby that makes them come alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;•I just hate it that... people are imperfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;•I have everything I need, however... some motivation would be nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;•If I could do whatever I wanted, I would... wait a minute! who says I &lt;em&gt;can't&lt;/em&gt; do whatever I want?! (I think I would like to have the ability to fly....I dream about it often.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR TURN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-6453446518827799727?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/6453446518827799727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=6453446518827799727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/6453446518827799727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/6453446518827799727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/12/finish-sentence.html' title='finish the sentence...'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-5152519889485964956</id><published>2008-11-24T13:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T13:23:17.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>This morning I...&lt;br /&gt;1. studied for tomorrow's exam&lt;br /&gt;2. brewed coffee&lt;br /&gt;3. cooked breakfast for myself&lt;br /&gt;4. took photos of breakfast &amp;amp; recent knitting&lt;br /&gt;5. uploaded photos to &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=65035&amp;amp;l=03652&amp;amp;id=597096923"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Facebook&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/yummyarn/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flickr&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. ate breakfast&lt;br /&gt;7. took cookies to Hailey and hugged Noah at school&lt;br /&gt;8. stopped by the bank&lt;br /&gt;9. talked with my sister-in-law for awhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon I shall:&lt;br /&gt;10. study for tomorrow's exam&lt;br /&gt;11. take a walk with the kids&lt;br /&gt;12. post A.M. and P.M. Routines somewhere in the house&lt;br /&gt;13. cook a chicken dish of some sort...probably chicken salad&lt;br /&gt;14. clean my bedroom&lt;br /&gt;15. knit more on my fingerless mitts&lt;br /&gt;16. help kids make paper chain to count down days to Cleveland&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-5152519889485964956?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/5152519889485964956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=5152519889485964956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/5152519889485964956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/5152519889485964956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/11/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-3292845711124309717</id><published>2008-11-12T21:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:30:43.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>me in a (rather large) nutshell?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I took this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mindmedia.com/braintest.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;TEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; after reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://teamcraunchatter.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Jen's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://crunchycursive.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Leanne's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; results...rather interesting and freakishly accurate. Here's my summary...what do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your Brain Usage Profile:&lt;br /&gt;Auditory : 35%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Visual : 64%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Left : 50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right : 50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Autumn, you exhibit an even balance between left- and right- hemisphere dominance and a slight preference for visual over auditory processing. With a score this balanced, it is likely that you would have slightly different results each time you complete this self-assessment quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are a well-rounded person, distinctly individualistic and artistic, an active and multidimensional learner. At the same time, you are logical and disciplined, can operate well within an organization, and are sensitive towards others without losing objectivity. You are organized and goal-directed. Although a "thinking" individual, you "take in" entire situations readily and can act on intuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You sometimes tend to vacillate in your learning styles. Learning might take you longer than someone of equal intellect, but you will tend to be more thorough and retain the material longer than those other individuals. You will alternate between logic and impulse. This vacillation will not normally be intentional or deliberate, so you may experience anxiety in situations where you are not certain which aspect of yourself will be called on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With a slight preference for visual processing, you tend to be encompassing in your perceptions, process along multidimensional paths and be active in your attacking of situations or learning.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you should feel content with your life and yourself. You are, perhaps, a little too critical of yourself -- and of others -- while maintaining an "openness" which tempers that tendency. Indecisiveness is a problem and your creativity may not be in keeping with your potential. Being a pragmatist, you downplay this aspect of yourself and focus on the more immediate, obvious and the more functional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-3292845711124309717?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/3292845711124309717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=3292845711124309717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/3292845711124309717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/3292845711124309717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/11/me-in-rather-large-nutshell.html' title='me in a (rather large) nutshell?'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-6136636895521701671</id><published>2008-11-03T19:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:52:53.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If you were tempted to NOT vote...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/SQ-Zuh_AIYI/AAAAAAAAAZU/eY4UgFvxUqo/s1600-h/i+voted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264595514095051138" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 73px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/SQ-Zuh_AIYI/AAAAAAAAAZU/eY4UgFvxUqo/s320/i+voted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/SQ-Zvekp7VI/AAAAAAAAAZc/ey7oRyIB6Zo/s1600-h/starbuckscup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264595530359106898" style="WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/SQ-Zvekp7VI/AAAAAAAAAZc/ey7oRyIB6Zo/s320/starbuckscup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/SQ-bAL4GMiI/AAAAAAAAAZs/kpLGEBat1fw/s1600-h/krispykreme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264596916909781538" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 54px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/SQ-bAL4GMiI/AAAAAAAAAZs/kpLGEBat1fw/s320/krispykreme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(FOR &lt;strong&gt;FREE&lt;/strong&gt;!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/SQ-ZvqqyIJI/AAAAAAAAAZk/OWYiPtWYPDo/s1600-h/krispy+kreme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264595533606035602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/SQ-ZvqqyIJI/AAAAAAAAAZk/OWYiPtWYPDo/s320/krispy+kreme.jpg" border="0" /&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/11163755-6136636895521701671?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/6136636895521701671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=6136636895521701671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/6136636895521701671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/6136636895521701671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-you-were-tempted-to-not-vote.html' title='If you were tempted to NOT vote...'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/SQ-Zuh_AIYI/AAAAAAAAAZU/eY4UgFvxUqo/s72-c/i+voted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-2848145375407058517</id><published>2008-10-31T03:16:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:37:50.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>flickr fotos</title><content type='html'>If you are a privileged &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt; friend, I've uploaded lots of pictures from September and October stuff. Still have camping photos to upload, but seriously it's 3:18 AM and I am going back to bed. Here's a teaser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/SQ5VqTgaPcI/AAAAAAAAAZM/jZGa7arLNqY/s1600-h/HaileyMommy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264239199721766338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/SQ5VqTgaPcI/AAAAAAAAAZM/jZGa7arLNqY/s320/HaileyMommy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/SQrCr0qwgmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ky4XTOkp-yc/s1600-h/DSC_0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/SQrCrjdlEqI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Osqiz6pz-fU/s1600-h/DSC_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263233168045314722" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/SQrCrjdlEqI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Osqiz6pz-fU/s320/DSC_0086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/SQrCsNT3H0I/AAAAAAAAAYc/VmTOUJPJFSM/s1600-h/DSC_0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263233179278843714" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/SQrCsNT3H0I/AAAAAAAAAYc/VmTOUJPJFSM/s320/DSC_0209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/SQrCsR43OfI/AAAAAAAAAYk/tQqcH9aekJA/s1600-h/DSC_0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263233180507781618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/SQrCsR43OfI/AAAAAAAAAYk/tQqcH9aekJA/s320/DSC_0125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/SQrD90-srtI/AAAAAAAAAY8/CrNeKwHOTm8/s1600-h/DSC_0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263234581496901330" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/SQrD90-srtI/AAAAAAAAAY8/CrNeKwHOTm8/s320/DSC_0297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/SQrD9TdBJPI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Jj1JBZyJ4cc/s1600-h/DSC_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263234572497265906" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/SQrD9TdBJPI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Jj1JBZyJ4cc/s320/DSC_0116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/SQrCrLnHXoI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Ol14kvBcu6o/s1600-h/DSC_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263233161642860162" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/SQrCrLnHXoI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Ol14kvBcu6o/s320/DSC_0026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/SQrD9pyqDyI/AAAAAAAAAY0/Yl85YeiCRG0/s1600-h/DSC_0309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263234578493607714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/SQrD9pyqDyI/AAAAAAAAAY0/Yl85YeiCRG0/s320/DSC_0309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/11163755-2848145375407058517?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/2848145375407058517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=2848145375407058517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/2848145375407058517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/2848145375407058517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/10/flickr-fotos.html' title='flickr fotos'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/SQ5VqTgaPcI/AAAAAAAAAZM/jZGa7arLNqY/s72-c/HaileyMommy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-344058098910734716</id><published>2008-10-29T18:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:50:05.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>current stuff, mostly GREEN</title><content type='html'>This is the book I'm currently devouring (haha, that pun was &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; unintentional! Why do I always do that?!) Anyway...oh my gosh, I was about to say "It'll really give you a lot to chew on." HAHA. How does that happen? &lt;a href="http://teamcraunchatter.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, I hope you find the inspiration you're looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/SQjwtDteFWI/AAAAAAAAAX0/f2s9ihYFMys/s1600-h/InDefenseFood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262720821463225698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/SQjwtDteFWI/AAAAAAAAAX0/f2s9ihYFMys/s320/InDefenseFood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have an organic spaghetti squash roasting in the oven. A little good quality olive oil, some salt and freshly cracked pepper...mmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall weather has &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; arrived here. And fall colors are popping up along the landscape,too! The kids (and their mommy and daddy, too!) are excited to go trick-or-treating on Friday. I'm dressing up as a nurse. How original! Erik is going to be Mr. Incredible. Hailey is a snow queen. Noah is Scooby Doo. And I'm sure Andy will come up with something, hopefully not a zombie farmer like last year. It kinda freaked me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an announcement I'm proud to make: the Bruckman family now RECYCLES!!! It's only been 2 days, and I am &lt;em&gt;shocked&lt;/em&gt; at how much is in the recycle bin and how little is in the trash can (at least compared to what it used to be!) Fortunately we live in a city that takes just about anything that can be recycled. It feels good deep down in the core of my being to know I am making a difference and taking care of my planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been switching over to cleaning products and personal care/cosmetic products that are eco-friendly and good for my body. I've gotten some great tips from reading:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gorgeouslygreen.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262724540244820594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/SQj0FhQGAnI/AAAAAAAAAX8/mxUsbOgKFR8/s320/gorgeousgreenbook.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sophie is practical and just precious! I love the videos on her &lt;a href="http://www.gorgeouslygreen.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;website&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. While I'm on the topic of going &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;GREEN &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(or practicing &lt;em&gt;good stewardship&lt;/em&gt; of my home and body) I'd like to point you to &lt;a href="http://www.simpleshoes.com/ProductDetails.aspx?productID=9249&amp;amp;categoryID=385&amp;amp;g=w&amp;amp;model=Layaway"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simple Shoes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from whom I'm expecting a package tomorrow, yippeeee!!! My tootsies can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, I think that's enough for now. The spaghetti squash is about done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-344058098910734716?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/344058098910734716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=344058098910734716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/344058098910734716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/344058098910734716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/10/current-stuff-mostly-green.html' title='current stuff, mostly GREEN'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/SQjwtDteFWI/AAAAAAAAAX0/f2s9ihYFMys/s72-c/InDefenseFood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-3019602984247704842</id><published>2008-10-26T05:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T05:59:38.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ack!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I've got clinicals at the hospital this weekend. One of the patients has to be weighed every morning. A classmate and I were learning how to use the big scale, and I don't know &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; we were thinking but we decided to weigh ourselves! (I hadn't stepped on a scale in &lt;em&gt;months.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have gained &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pounds since my first day of nursing school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be thankful, at least, for the &lt;em&gt;abundance&lt;/em&gt; in my life. And the opportunity to receive a good education. And dreams coming true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-3019602984247704842?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/3019602984247704842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=3019602984247704842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/3019602984247704842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/3019602984247704842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/10/ack.html' title='Ack!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-5796177057596054152</id><published>2008-10-17T17:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T17:47:32.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Burned" Out!</title><content type='html'>For lecture yesterday we had a guest speaker. He's an RN at the only burn center in the state of Arkansas. I had been looking forward to hearing all of the information because my husband was badly burned and spent a month in a burn unit when he was a child. The pictures we saw yesterday were gruesome and horrifying. It was good to learn about the common causes of burns and ways to prevent them. It was great to learn a little bit of first aid regarding burns. It was heartwarming to hear successful recovery stories and see photos of a burn patient after months and years of healing. It really amazes me what those health care professionals are able to do to save lives, improve appearance, and restore function to those burn patients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends know I'm really interested in both critical care and surgery. Well, I learned yesterday that the burn center would give me plenty of experience in both of those areas! Plus, I'm all about safety and a small nurse-patient ratio... at the burn center there is often one (or even &lt;em&gt;two!&lt;/em&gt;) nurse for each critical patient. It's no cakewalk... there was a photo of a patient with so many machines, bags of fluid, dialysis, ventilator, etc., that you couldn't even see the patient in the bed. I'm very curious about this area of nursing. So I'm going to shadow a burn center nurse for a couple hours and see first hand just what they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure I could handle working with burn victims except that someone took good care of my husband when he was a 2 year old burn patient. I am grateful to those individuals, and it would be an honor for me to do the same for someone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-5796177057596054152?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/5796177057596054152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=5796177057596054152' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/5796177057596054152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/5796177057596054152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/10/burned-out.html' title='&quot;Burned&quot; Out!'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-1877766657446363032</id><published>2008-10-14T12:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T13:00:49.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cry for help</title><content type='html'>tell me i'm not a horrible person for skipping class today. it's just that my life has been so out of order for quite some time now. it's a weird and vicious cycle that tangles up my mental capacity, physical health, family's schedule, spiritual well-being and ability to nurture important relationships. i'm talking about a messy, dirty house. overdue bills. overlooked appointments. desperate trips to fast food establishments. library fines. inefficient and ineffective study sessions, if any at all. feeling down in the dumps. a lowsy example for my kids to follow (dear God, help them!) many things feels out of place, out of order, complicated, or downright funky right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i took my exam at school this morning. then i returned an overdue library item, purchased some bread and bananas, and drove home. i've run a very full load through the dishwasher and paid two bills. i filled a plastic grocery bag with trash from the living room (kids' school papers seem to replicate at lightning speed!) now i am sitting by the window ready to read some chapters on the human eye and ear. i figure i should do that before the kids come home from school. i'd rather be cleaning right now, but cleaning is easier than trying to study with kids all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any tips on getting life in order? i feel like i don't have the time and energy needed to get ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-1877766657446363032?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/1877766657446363032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=1877766657446363032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/1877766657446363032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/1877766657446363032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/10/tell-me-im-not-horrible-person-for.html' title='cry for help'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-9159558165219391659</id><published>2008-10-11T07:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T08:32:13.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>shortbits</title><content type='html'>Erik is going to compete in the school spelling bee on December 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My semester is more than halfway over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gas is only $2.97 per gallon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my 10 year high school reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah says he wants to be a chef when he grows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy's business is very, very busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailey's favorite color is... you guessed it, PINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love throwing a football around with Erik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy &amp;amp; I are going with friends to see Les Miserables at the theatre this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to feed the kids breakfast and get ready for our picnic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...after another cup of pumpkin spice coffee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-9159558165219391659?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/9159558165219391659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=9159558165219391659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/9159558165219391659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/9159558165219391659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/10/shortbits.html' title='shortbits'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-1066972800743722760</id><published>2008-10-10T20:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T20:31:09.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm thinking...</title><content type='html'>probably nobody checks my blog anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the neglect. i'll try to check in more often if anybody's here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(echo, echo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-1066972800743722760?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/1066972800743722760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=1066972800743722760' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/1066972800743722760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/1066972800743722760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-thinking.html' title='I&apos;m thinking...'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-3892303892280966093</id><published>2008-09-23T12:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T12:41:32.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantic Weekend Getaway</title><content type='html'>I planned a little getaway for my husband and me. He had no idea where we were going or what activities were planned. All he knew was that we were not flying on an airplane. Well, I'm so pleased at how the weekend turned out. The place we stayed was &lt;em&gt;lovely&lt;/em&gt; and really served our purposes well. Andy &amp;amp; I made a lot of special memories and had many cherishable moments together. Thank you to our family who took care of our children so we could reconnect with each other. Some of our favorite parts of the weekend: early morning coffee and canoeing, opening a delicious bottle of Dom Perignon we had been saving, the most exhilarating Swedish massages imagineable, tantalize-the-taste-buds caramel pecan french toast (we asked for seconds!), luxurious bed and linens, the breathtaking view from our room, one of our most memorable dining experiences yet, adequate sleep and the freedom to come and go as we please&lt;em&gt; without &lt;/em&gt;having to consider kiddos, clean and well-appointed surroundings, eating yummy ice cream while lounging in the lakeside hammock, turning our cell phones &lt;em&gt;off... &lt;/em&gt;and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249272941115428386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/SNkp7ZhBTiI/AAAAAAAAAXs/79jo_nAIGqs/s320/AAgetaway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I don't have cropping tools on my laptop. But you can see more photos &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/album.php?aid=55216&amp;amp;l=b3a7f&amp;amp;id=597096923"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; if you'd like!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-3892303892280966093?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/3892303892280966093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=3892303892280966093' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/3892303892280966093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/3892303892280966093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/09/romantic-weekend-getaway.html' title='Romantic Weekend Getaway'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/SNkp7ZhBTiI/AAAAAAAAAXs/79jo_nAIGqs/s72-c/AAgetaway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-1213515934108885637</id><published>2008-09-15T20:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:14:41.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yUmMY daYs aRE aLL ArOUnD</title><content type='html'>mmm. had the windows open all day today! it was the first time this season. the cooler air inspired me to dust, take the garbage out, shop, cook and bake. whoa nelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple hours in the kitchen tonight resulted in a double batch of Autumn Soup, double batch of homemade cornbread, double batch of brownies from scratch (complete with 4 ounces of Ghirardelli unsweetened chocolate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needless to say, it smells &lt;em&gt;divine&lt;/em&gt; within a 100 foot radius of my home, and my nursing school girlies are going to kiss me tomorrow at lunch time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was such a good week having my sister-in-law in town. we &lt;em&gt;heavily&lt;/em&gt; "supported" some local restaurants and coffee houses. ;)  the week also included scouring huge stacks of books we assembled on tables in a bookstore, cuddling some adorable puppies that we wanted to adopt but didn't, dinner &amp;amp; dancing downtown, walking the Big Dam Bridge during a &lt;em&gt;gorgeous&lt;/em&gt; sunset in the wake of Hurricane Ike, perusing high-end clothing boutiques and getting pedicures at a spa... the list goes on but i'll leave it at that. it was fun. 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on saturday i am planning to kidnap my husband and surprise him with a 3 day/2 night romantic getaway. he has the time blocked off in his schedule but doesn't know where i'm taking us or what we'll be doing. i hope it turns out to be a wonderfully relaxing time for us to heal from the stress of life and rekindle our love &amp;amp; devotion toward one another. i love my husband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-1213515934108885637?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/1213515934108885637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=1213515934108885637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/1213515934108885637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/1213515934108885637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/09/yummy-days-are-all-around.html' title='yUmMY daYs aRE aLL ArOUnD'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-8440365316135003419</id><published>2008-09-03T12:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T12:51:49.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pieces of today's me</title><content type='html'>It has been raining cats &amp;amp; dogs here (and &lt;em&gt;trees&lt;/em&gt;, according to Erik) thanks to Gustav.&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting for the posting of yesterday's exam grades, eek.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of including my Arkansas pals in my annual Autumn Celebration.&lt;br /&gt;Sure miss my Cleveland buddies though.&lt;br /&gt;Clinicals this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Knitting is stalled.&lt;br /&gt;Got a new Jason Mraz album and luv it.&lt;br /&gt;Em, hurry up and get here.&lt;br /&gt;Now drinking more tea than coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Kids are delightful, and if it weren't for school I'd probably have another.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to have &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; room upstairs this fall...dreams are flowing.&lt;br /&gt;Realizing there's quite a bit of creativity within me.&lt;br /&gt;Planning to take action toward simplifying life. (more on that later!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love&lt;/em&gt; my new purple nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I spend so much money when the seasons change?&lt;br /&gt;Got some exercise today - go me!&lt;br /&gt;So glad to be home on this rainy day...&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-8440365316135003419?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/8440365316135003419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=8440365316135003419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/8440365316135003419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/8440365316135003419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/09/pieces-of-todays-me.html' title='pieces of today&apos;s me'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-6396895033464594421</id><published>2008-08-29T10:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T10:55:26.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking News</title><content type='html'>Interesting that McCain chose a &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/POLITICS/08/29/palin.republican.vp.candidate/index.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;woman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as his VP candidate! I've been trying to educate myself on the candidates lately. I can't remember ever being this interested in politics before. I have to say, there are a lot of things I like about Obama so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-6396895033464594421?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/6396895033464594421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=6396895033464594421' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/6396895033464594421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/6396895033464594421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/08/breaking-news.html' title='Breaking News'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-6613929589337706418</id><published>2008-08-27T21:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:51:43.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>food hippie</title><content type='html'>Five days without meat. This evening I was making chicken sandwiches for my family, and I thought about eating one. But I didn't. The desire was a bit overwhelming but passed very quickly, even before I was finished assembling the sandwiches. Looking back, I am so &lt;em&gt;glad&lt;/em&gt; I decided not to eat one. I knew I wouldn't feel good afterward. And, truly, I wasn't hungry yet anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am undecided on the dairy front, which I suppose is a decision to continue consuming dairy for now...at least in limited amounts. Like today, I know there was dairy in Kaiser's potato soup she shared for lunch. Yummy! I have been eating yogurt (Fage!) daily because I'm on antibiotics and you can't be too careful with that. But I'm using soy milk and rice milk for things that require "liquid milk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For supper last night I fed the kids vegan whole wheat pancakes with real maple syrup, blueberries and bananas. And they each had a glass of milk...one child chose soy; the other two chose "cow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erik is signed up on a soccer team. How cute is that! I'm glad for him. It'll help balance out all the hours spent sitting in front of the Xbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to food (because that is obviously what is on the brain right now)...&lt;br /&gt;I've drastically cut back on sugar.&lt;br /&gt;I've drastically cut back on coffee.&lt;br /&gt;I drastically had a headeache for two days, and nothing would make it stop. So the next morning I drank a small cup of coffee. And this morning I drank two small cups of coffee (before my exam) but then I opted for green tea when my friend and I made a coffeehouse run . Go me! I've been brewing 1 or 2 cups of green tea each day. It's low in caffeine and full of beneficial antioxidants, and semi-meets my need to have a comforting hot drink in hand throughout the day. Needless to say, I miss my coffee wayyyyy more than I miss meat (&lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt; I miss meat at all.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon all I could think about was a Reese's Sonic Blast (with extra Reese's, of course!) Unlike the chicken sandwich temptation, this one lasted a good 45 minutes. I don't really know what made the craving pass. I was so close to asking Andy to make a Sonic stop on his way home. But then all I could think about was how I would feel after eating the ice cream...and I &lt;em&gt;would&lt;/em&gt; eat the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to respect my body. If you pay attention, you'll find that your body tells you what it likes and doesn't like. You might pay attention to your body and think "Yum! My body loves this pizza, Coke, burger and cheesecake!" But I encourage you to tune in &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; consumption takes place. You might feel icky, bloated, heavy, stuffed, uncomfortable, tired or unfulfilled. I &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; had the privilege of eating several meals that left me feeling energized, light-on-my-feet, satiated, alert, strong, and motivated to tackle the next item on my agenda. Maybe I will share some snack and meal ideas for you to try sometime. FYI: I don't expect any of my family or friends to "convert" to vegetarianism. I don't judge you for eating sugar (heck, I eat my share.) And, of course, I'd &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; for you to take me out to coffee! ;) Just please don't mind my rambling about food stuff for awhile. It could be a passing fascination, and that would be dandy. Or I could turn into a total food hippie. That would be fine, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-6613929589337706418?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/6613929589337706418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=6613929589337706418' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/6613929589337706418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/6613929589337706418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/08/food-hippie.html' title='food hippie'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-7935800231024007004</id><published>2008-08-25T11:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T11:26:01.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>small news</title><content type='html'>Vegetarianism is back in style in this house!&lt;br /&gt;We could be headed toward veganism again, but not just yet.&lt;br /&gt;I'm [literally] sick of eating crap.&lt;br /&gt;And I already am starting to feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-7935800231024007004?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/7935800231024007004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=7935800231024007004' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/7935800231024007004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/7935800231024007004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/08/small-news.html' title='small news'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-9187275516770460972</id><published>2008-08-19T06:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T06:51:14.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mosaic...at least for today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I saw this on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelasinbloom.typepad.com/inbloom/2008/08/a-little-game.html?ref=nf"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Angela's blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and decided to do one for myself! Here is what you do--&lt;br /&gt;1.) Type your answers to each of the questions below into the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; search engine.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Pick an image from the first page only.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Copy and Paste the URLs for each image into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mosaic Maker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4.) Save your mosaic to your computer and upload it into your own post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/SKqykFsNZqI/AAAAAAAAAXk/bGVEI1C_Jss/s1600-h/mosaicAugust1908.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236193849844262562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/SKqykFsNZqI/AAAAAAAAAXk/bGVEI1C_Jss/s400/mosaicAugust1908.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) What is your first name?&lt;br /&gt;2.) What is your favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;3.) What high school did you go to?&lt;br /&gt;4.) What is your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;5.) Who is your celebrity crush?&lt;br /&gt;6.) What is your favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;7.) What is your dream vacation?&lt;br /&gt;8.) What is your favorite dessert?&lt;br /&gt;9.) What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;10.) What do you love most in life?&lt;br /&gt;11.) What is one word to describe you?&lt;br /&gt;12.) What is your flickr name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-9187275516770460972?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/9187275516770460972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=9187275516770460972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/9187275516770460972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/9187275516770460972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-mosaicat-least-for-today.html' title='My Mosaic...at least for today'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/SKqykFsNZqI/AAAAAAAAAXk/bGVEI1C_Jss/s72-c/mosaicAugust1908.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-1269554286917561803</id><published>2008-08-18T08:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T08:49:18.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's QUIET around here today!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You wanna know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/album.php?aid=49814&amp;amp;l=1327c&amp;amp;id=597096923"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-1269554286917561803?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/1269554286917561803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=1269554286917561803' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/1269554286917561803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/1269554286917561803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-quiet-around-here-today.html' title='It&apos;s QUIET around here today!!!'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-319277433583476499</id><published>2008-08-17T06:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T07:12:57.410-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>no, really?!</title><content type='html'>quoted from one of my online tutorials for school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Antiviral drugs are drugs that kill viruses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. enlightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i'm getting annoyed with the "teach to the lower intelligence levels" method. not saying i'm better than anyone else. i'm just &lt;em&gt;bored&lt;/em&gt; at school. don't misunderstand me - the content i'm studying (cardiovascular system/drugs and antimicrobial drugs) is fascinating. i just hope Mrs. H is lecturing again soon. i like her tactful, commanding style. no fluff. please just tell me what i need to know, not what i already know. i'm paying big bucks for you to &lt;em&gt;teach&lt;/em&gt; me. and i already aced courses that taught me the heart is a pump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, off my soapbox and back to studying...&lt;br /&gt;thanks for allowing me to vent. i almost feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-319277433583476499?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/319277433583476499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=319277433583476499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/319277433583476499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/319277433583476499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-really.html' title='no, really?!'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-8934690579715664863</id><published>2008-08-14T16:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:18:07.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>speak up and a homebody</title><content type='html'>i'm very irritated. one of my kids has had some uncomfortable symptoms for many &lt;em&gt;months.&lt;/em&gt; i waited quite awhile to see if the symptoms would resolve with some TLC. finally i made an appointment, but we were unable to see our usual pediatrician. instead we saw a partner of hers that i'm not very fond of. he spent less than 4 minutes with us. glanced at the site of the symptoms and wrote a prescription for some cream. no tests, no further questions, nothing. my gut had told me to advocate for my child and demand further investigation of the symptoms. i don't know why i so passively went along with that doctor. it felt all wrong. well, my child has continued having symptoms. after a checkup on tuesday, i got a call today informing me that my child does indeed have an infection and needs to be started on antibiotics. i am angry. angry at the doctor who didn't take time for us. and angry at myself for not insisting on proper treatment for my child. poor kid has been so uncomfortable for so long. next time i will definitely speak up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onto cuter things... Noah is the sweetest little home-body you could ever meet. wherever we go, he always just wants to go home. at home he likes to play xbox (especially lego star wars) and build forts and jump on the couches and snuggle with mom or dad. seriously, 30 minutes into any shopping trip or 2 seconds after i walk into my mom's house after school, Noah says, "i just wanna go home." last night Andy and i witnessed Noah kissing the dining room wall and saying to himself "i love this house." he didn't know we were watching him. it was hilarious and cute and heartwarming all at the same time. i'm glad he feels comfortable at home. he knows he's loved and cared for. and i hope he will always feel that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-8934690579715664863?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/8934690579715664863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=8934690579715664863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/8934690579715664863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/8934690579715664863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/08/speak-up-and-homebody.html' title='speak up and a homebody'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-2970486984245598583</id><published>2008-08-11T09:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T10:21:39.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bits and pieces of life today</title><content type='html'>Knitting - I've got a few projects queued for the Ravelympics 2008 (knitting olympics!) I'm participating in a couple events, the Bag-n-Tote-Backstroke and the Mitten Medley. One of the patterns I'm using is Knitty's Summer '08 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://knitty.com/ISSUEsummer08/PATTbyob.html"&gt;byob&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Can't wait to finish it and go to Fresh Market!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family - First of all, I want to thank my family (especially Andy, Momma and Nonie!) for their support during this kooky time of life. I could not go to nursing school without their help! THANK YOU.  Next news...the kids start school in a week, &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;of them! Mixed feelings abound. I know it will be good for them to have structure and education and new friends. It will enable me to have some focused study time on my days off. But I sure miss those munchkins! Andy has been teaching them how to rollerblade. They each have their own skates, and they're so precious. Erik adores the sport and the other night he announced his need for a t-shirt that reads "i heart rollerblading" heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends - I'm so thankful for my friends, old and new. I have a few classmates who are extra-special to me, and then there are my Chix with Stixxx, ha! I miss my Cleveland girlfriends and am hoping to visit them this fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House - It has its messy parts for sure. And that's okay. I'm learning to accept this season of life for what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health - I really think my age is catching up to my metabolism. Can't get away with eating what I used to. Sitting in class for &lt;em&gt;hours&lt;/em&gt; on end surely has something to do with it. I probably don't need as many calories as I used to. But the thought of eating less food makes me sad. Ew, I wish I weren't emotionally attached to food. I think Andy's going to buy me a couple new clothing items. Neither of us mind my current size, but my clothes don't fit and that can surely make a girl feel fat and frumpy even if she's &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;. Gotta drink more water. I don't think I took a single sip of water while at the hospital this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School - Saturday was my first ever 12 hour shift at the hospital. It really wasn't as hard as I imagined. Sunday was a little shorter, and today I have mounds of papers to write about my clinical experience. This was my first clinical rotation with my new instructor, Mrs. B. We have a different instructor each semester, and each one of them has something unique to offer. For example, Mrs. B does not split hairs over commas, capitalization and APA format. Instead, she is concerned with patient interaction, basic nursing skills, and experience on the floor. I'm very excited to work with her because I can do the paperwork, no problemo. Interpersonal skills - assertiveness with patients being one - well, I have much to learn from Mrs. B. I'm glad to be part of the weekend clinical group. The hospital is more mellow then. This week of clinicals was sheer success...personal growth, opportunities to perform new skills (like hanging IV solution and changing primary tubing) while getting to know Mrs. B, working alongside a cheerful and informative nurse, resolving a little conflict with an employee. I also overcame a big temptation to take a shortcut with something. Nobody would have known, but I would have known. I don't want to be a nurse who takes shortcuts. So I went (literally) out of my way to do the right thing, and nobody knew...but I marched out of that hospital with my head held high and goose bumps on my forearms, hoping the next time I need nursing care I'll get a nurse like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-2970486984245598583?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/2970486984245598583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=2970486984245598583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/2970486984245598583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/2970486984245598583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/08/bits-and-pieces-of-life-today.html' title='bits and pieces of life today'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-6955703705495345732</id><published>2008-08-07T12:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T13:13:23.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>la dee da</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;after Noah's birthday on July 25, it was so fun to tell people i am the mother of three children, ages:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;4, 5, 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;that's impressive if you ask me. at least with everything else going on in my life. not just the fact that i &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; three kids but that they are all fed, clothed (at least most of the time!), intelligent, loved, healthy and thriving. thank God for that. and my hard-working husband, too. i really &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; love my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;so now that Erik had his birthday last weekend, the kids are ages:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;4, 5, 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i went to the school today to check them ALL in. i canNOT believe they are all three going to school this year! Noah has been 5th on a waiting list all summer, and we just got word this morning that there is finally a seat for him at our 1st choice school. hooray, life just got a little easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;knit-wise: my booga bag is so fun to tote around. someone asked me this week how much i charge. cool! my most recent FO's are a couple of cute coffee cozies to use on disposable cups from Starbucks. good timing, too, because those brown cardboard cup holders they use don't do the job. i actually burned my thumb through one last week! so now my coffee cups are going to be so cozy and happy and colorful. note to self: take photos. also, i've purchased yarn and selected a pattern for my first lace knitting project. no huge expectations on that, but i'm excited to at least try it. gotta get the pattern from a LYS soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;okay, back to the books i go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-6955703705495345732?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/6955703705495345732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=6955703705495345732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/6955703705495345732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/6955703705495345732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/08/la-dee-da.html' title='la dee da'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-4059771817255400765</id><published>2008-08-04T08:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T08:53:12.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...but I don't wanna!</title><content type='html'>having trouble with motivation. don't feel like studying. don't feel like doing much of anything. wish the anxiety and panic would stop. i have so much to do before tomorrow, and i know i can't get it all done the way i want to. so i sit here and think about how i can't do it all instead of at least doing what i can in the time that remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week's clinical rotation in the O.R. was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A.M.A.Z.I.N.G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this week feels kind of blah, especially for a monday. i usually love mondays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big nursing theory exam tomorrow morning. all about perioperative nursing and respiratory disorders and respiratory drugs. have to turn in lots of clinicals paperwork before the exam starts. and i have to actually &lt;em&gt;finish&lt;/em&gt; the paperwork before i can turn it in. i feel very unprepared for the exam, but the paperwork is a non-negotiable priority. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought some new running shoes yesterday. my last pair are wearing out. i thought a fun new pair of shoes might motivate me to get back in the gym (there is no sense in trying to exercise outdoors in this HOT weather!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::sigh::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-4059771817255400765?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/4059771817255400765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=4059771817255400765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/4059771817255400765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/4059771817255400765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/08/but-i-dont-wanna.html' title='...but I don&apos;t wanna!'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-2739382370213039087</id><published>2008-07-24T20:51:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:13:31.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tonight</title><content type='html'>This is me, up past my bedtime, after a long day of nursing theory lectures... Some of you haven't seen my face in awhile, and I miss you terribly so this is me saying "Hi, Friends!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3287/2700401578_23ea70a236.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3287/2700401578_23ea70a236.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;right now i'm filling my washing maching with hot water in preparation for completing my first &lt;em&gt;felted&lt;/em&gt; knit project. i'm so excited! wish i didn't have to wait 2 days for the booga bag to dry, but most good things take time, right? this is a photo of my Birthday Booga Bag pre-felting. Happy 28th Birthday to Me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3033/2699494203_248163f952.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;here are some photos of Erik's (progressively missing!) teeth, my &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; knit sock, and a few random recent kid photos... i don't have a photo editing program on my laptop so i think cropping and such is not going to happen. not that i have time to play with photos anyway. so you'll just have to be happy with what you get. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3168/2699493627_dbbcb754d8.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2225/2700308964_7f1a64a590.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3258/2700308630_7d4b5aa3e7.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2017/2699498659_32ab06165f.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3146/2700313640_bc0af347e5.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3169/2700316658_9963f5174c.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3023/2699502537_f386eda6dc.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today is Noah's last day as a 3 year old! Tomorrow my &lt;em&gt;baby&lt;/em&gt; will be FOUR years old!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3145/2700315062_02e7856075.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-2739382370213039087?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/2739382370213039087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=2739382370213039087' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/2739382370213039087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/2739382370213039087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/07/tonight.html' title='tonight'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-7527347274437273330</id><published>2008-07-23T21:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T21:44:29.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>annoyed</title><content type='html'>no huge deal. i'm just really annoyed that i've spent the last 90 minutes of my life scouring the world wide web for a new blog template. after i finally found a couple that were love-at-first-sight, I couldn't get them to work, ugh! so now i'm stuck with this bland, boring thing and have no energy left to play with fonts and colors. really truly, i have more important things to do anyway... like study the human respiratory system. don't worry. i only have about six thousand pages to read this week. totally doable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were going to go see the new batman movie this evening but the movie theater had lost power. fine with me. i don't even know what the batman story is about. and we saved some $. and i can always study instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, though, i might just go to bed. two days in a row of nursing theory lecture (9am-5pm) seems to have made me a bit cranky. i cannot understand how sitting on my butt for 8 hours can be so exhausting!!! but i earned a fabulous score on yesterday's theory exam, woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and i took the Ravelry plunge. basically it's like myspace for knitters, crocheters, yarn addicts... (oh, i've also started knitting during nursing theory lectures, hee hee! so far i haven't gotten in trouble.) and while we're talking about knitting, i've finished knitting my booga bag and i-cord. now just have to take some 'before' photos and then figure out how to felt it! pretty soon i'll be sporting a new purse, handmade especially &lt;em&gt;for&lt;/em&gt; me and &lt;em&gt;by&lt;/em&gt; me. how fun is that?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-7527347274437273330?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/7527347274437273330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=7527347274437273330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/7527347274437273330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/7527347274437273330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/07/annoyed.html' title='annoyed'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-5525460279502884008</id><published>2008-07-21T19:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:37:52.607-05:00</updated><title type='text'>all i ever wanted to know about the human gastrointestinal system</title><content type='html'>I took Noah's stitches out today. His chin is healing up nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I joined Ravelry. ::dun dun dun::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I better get &lt;em&gt;off &lt;/em&gt;Ravelry and get to studying for tomorrow morning's nursing exam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-5525460279502884008?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/5525460279502884008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=5525460279502884008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/5525460279502884008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/5525460279502884008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-i-ever-wanted-to-know-about-human.html' title='all i ever wanted to know about the human gastrointestinal system'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-5725946973430910722</id><published>2008-07-20T08:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T09:26:24.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All he wants for Christmas is...</title><content type='html'>his two front teeth!!! (and at least one more for the bottom...but probably more!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post a picture soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erik paid a visit to the dentist a few days ago. At some point in his lifetime - we don't know when - Erik took a hit to the mouth. The dentist said it could have been years ago. One of his front teeth started turning gray about a month ago, and an abscess developed shortly after. After looking at x-rays of Erik's mouth, Dr. Dentist decided it would be best to pull Erik's two front teeth. They would be falling out soon anyway, and this would take care of the infection without requiring antibiotics. It would also ensure the neighbor tooth would not become infected. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erik had his first experience with nitrous oxide a.k.a. laughing gas! Let me tell you it was scary and unnerving to watch my usually macho/mature/cool son transform into a silly and out-of-character boy. I was actually a little bit embarrassed for him, but I know it's completely normal and for his benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should hear how cute he is when he talks now. He has a lisp...err...lithp. :) And he has trouble with "f" sounds as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had NO trouble watching Noah's chin get stitched, but Erik's teeth pulling made me woozy. And so did the bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*unrelated side note: Noah was just talking to me about gum. He is still waking up, and he called it "gumble-bum" heeeeheee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-5725946973430910722?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/5725946973430910722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=5725946973430910722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/5725946973430910722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/5725946973430910722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-he-wants-for-christmas-is.html' title='All he wants for Christmas is...'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-5032606607481661927</id><published>2008-07-19T16:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T16:41:45.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Wishlist</title><content type='html'>This weekend I wish for &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEACE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I find that I begin to &lt;strong&gt;fret&lt;/strong&gt; as the weekend approaches. Most people are enthusiastic over their break from work and obligatory weekday activities. I enjoy the break from attending lectures and driving across town, but there is &lt;em&gt;so very much &lt;/em&gt;to be done on Sat/Sun/Mon. And I fret because I can't do it all...fretting so much sometimes that I spend the weekend &lt;em&gt;fretting &lt;/em&gt;instead of &lt;em&gt;doing&lt;/em&gt; what needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask myself, "What must happen in order for me to have a satisfying weekend?"&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning when I reflect on this weekend, what will bring &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEACE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. adequate preparation for big theory exam #1 Tuesday morning!&lt;br /&gt;2. basics needs met: hydration, nutrition, &lt;em&gt;exercise&lt;/em&gt;, Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;3. my kids know they are loved&lt;br /&gt;4. my husband &amp;amp; I are on the same page and helping one another&lt;br /&gt;5. a clean, organized bedroom&lt;br /&gt;6. organized school supplies, books, schedule, assignments&lt;br /&gt;7. progress on i-cord for knit Booga Bag&lt;br /&gt;8. a balanced checkbook&lt;br /&gt;9. time for prayer&lt;br /&gt;10. plans (even if tentative) for Noah's and Erik's birthdays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wish I had time to go to work for a bit, but that seems nearly impossible. This is a new and different kind of to-do list for me. I'll let you know how it goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-5032606607481661927?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/5032606607481661927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=5032606607481661927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/5032606607481661927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/5032606607481661927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/07/weekend-wishlist.html' title='Weekend Wishlist'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-1528880619616499318</id><published>2008-07-16T20:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:37:11.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I foresaw it.</title><content type='html'>Taking my children to the swimming pool is &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; a favorite activity of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of my time at the pool is spent with breath held and every muscle tensed as I watch the children take turns doing their 'tricks.' Sometimes they opt out of the turn-taking and jump in on top of one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other half of my pool time is spent doing diversional activites such as knitting or trying to read a book...anything to &lt;em&gt;look away&lt;/em&gt; from the anxiety-evoking spectacle before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few stunts in particular which cause me to (often literally) jump out of my seat. One such stunt finally proved itself as dangerous as it looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the gym last night to multi-task. Textbooks and treadmills work well together. I was having an invigorating workout when I thought I heard my name. I don't know anybody at the gym so I just ignored it. Suddenly, my husband appeared beside me. He was supposed to be at the pool with our children! I was so startled I almost fell off the treadmill. I guess that would have been okay since we were headed to the E.R. anyway. All Andy said was, "Autumn, we have to go get stitches &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;." I didn't know who was injured or to what extent. My heart was pounding (for reasons other than exercise) but I quickly and [I think] calmly turned the treadmill off and exited the gym. As the kids walked toward me I did a quick visual assessment, reluctantly trying to identify who was hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to make a long story short, it was Noah. He jumped into the pool, and according to his usual practice he was very close to the pool wall. He had spun around in the air this time (&lt;em&gt;fancy, &lt;/em&gt;if I do say so myself!) but unfortunately his chin landed on the cement instead of in the water. His skin was split open and had bled quite a bit. He was such a good sport! On the way to the hospital I had to tell him several times to stop laughing as it made the blood drip off his chin. We had a terrific medical team who were all very impressed by "the best patient they had &lt;em&gt;ever &lt;/em&gt;seen." They were going to have several people hold Noah down during the procedure, but I told the doctor that Noah really is a trooper. While we were waiting, Noah and I played many rounds of Thumb War and talked about buying an ice cream truck for our imaginary ice cream world. It really was a special time, and I am thankful for Andy's willingness to let me be the one to stay with Noah. Well, it required six stitches to sew him up. He was so calm during the procedure that the doctor seemed concerned. He was trying to get Noah to talk to him or respond in some way, but Noah just stared at the ceiling. The LPN joked, "Doc, I think Noah's just a little bit mad at you right now," and Noah burst out laughing at that. :) A few minutes later he fell asleep...with two more stitches to go. We finished at the hospital and then went our for ice cream since Noah was such a brave boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No swimming for 5-7 days. And that is just fine with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-1528880619616499318?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/1528880619616499318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=1528880619616499318' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/1528880619616499318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/1528880619616499318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-foresaw-it.html' title='I foresaw it.'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-5065186492874855437</id><published>2008-07-10T17:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T18:14:31.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mantra</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ONE DAY AT A TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted. I've learned SO much in my first week back to school...and there's yet another day to go. We had lecture from 0900 to 1600 today. Needless to say, it's been a loooong day even &lt;em&gt;without&lt;/em&gt; my get-up-at-0530-to-study morning! And trust me, rising time will probably get &lt;em&gt;earlier&lt;/em&gt;...I'm easing my way in. Waking up at 0400 would not be rise and SHINE just yet. ;) I've read a bazillion chapters in nursing textbooks this week. It's a teensy bit stressful to have a 650-page reading assignment for &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; of three lectures tomorrow. (Really, I did not count the pages but I am not exaggerating at the magnitude of some of the reading assignments!) I'm so glad I find the content exciting and interesting. I would never ever expend this much energy/time/money on something unless I found it to be utterly scintillating. I admit to feeling role strain as a wife and mother &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; student. Guilt tries to creep in at times, and when that happens I think about the future of my family. I am willing to sacrifice a bit of the present - I say 'sacrifice' intentionally because this path is so &lt;em&gt;difficult&lt;/em&gt; on many levels - but a couple years of sacrifice now for a future filled with opportunity? It will be worth it. I KNOW IT WILL. Before Arkansas became "The Natural State" it was called "The Land of Opportunity." And that is what it is proving to be for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ONE DAY AT A TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to pace myself, be consistent, avoid burnout, be the tortoise instead of the hare.&lt;br /&gt;Slow and steady wins the race...but this semester even 'slow and steady' feels fast and furious!&lt;br /&gt;First clinicals are later this month....I'll be in the O.R. scrubbing in on surgeries!!!! woot woot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-5065186492874855437?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/5065186492874855437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=5065186492874855437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/5065186492874855437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/5065186492874855437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/07/mantra.html' title='mantra'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-2824589636948483200</id><published>2008-07-05T11:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T12:23:24.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged i was!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://egglife.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; tagged me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rules: You must answer the questions using only one word. Then tag four others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Your significant other? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Andrew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Your hair? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Your mother? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Your father? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. Your favorite thing? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yarn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. Your dream last night? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tardy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8 Your favorite drink? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. Your dream/goal? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;RN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. The room you’re in? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11. Your hobby? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Knitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;12. Your fear? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Loss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Debt-free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;14. What you’re not? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sedentary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;15. Muffins? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;16. One of your wish list items? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;17. Where you grew up? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Arkansas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;18. The last thing you did? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Laundry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;19. What are you wearing? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;T-shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;20. Favorite gadget? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;MP3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;21. Your pets? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Nonexistent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;22. Your computer? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Laptop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;23. Your mood? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Grumpy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;24. Missing someone? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;25. Your car? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Discovery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;26. Something you’re not wearing? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;27. Favorite store? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;One?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;28. Like someone? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Noah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;29. Your favorite color? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;30. When is the last time you laughed? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;31. Last time you cried? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm tagging: &lt;a href="http://angelasinbloom.typepad.com/inbloom/"&gt;Angela&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ehsnini.blogspot.com/"&gt;Momma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;a href="http://spanishmorning.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dawn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;a href="http://teamcraunchatter.blogspot.com/"&gt;TeamCraun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-2824589636948483200?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/2824589636948483200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=2824589636948483200' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/2824589636948483200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/2824589636948483200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/07/tagged-i-was.html' title='tagged i was!'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-8322601209984556650</id><published>2008-07-02T10:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T10:41:09.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to Me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy made coffee for me this morning and we chatted for awhile. A million friends have wished e happy birthday on facebook, myspace, and Aut's Ramblings...and it's only 10:30 in the morning. I went on a long walk in the neighborhood this morning. I have some Old Navy bucks burning a hole in my pocket so I might go buy a cute shirt or dress. And of course I've printed my Cold Stone Creamery birthday coupon. Gotta get my TB test read at the health department. Might look for some new ear buds for my MP3 player since I have a small gift card to Best Buy and my current ear buds keep falling out of my ears. Maybe I'll go to Cupcakes on Kavanaugh today and save the ice cream coupon for a later date. Thinking about popping into the yarn store and petting some fiber...oh I forgot I still have some $ left on that gift card, too! Going out to dinner with some school friends tonight...and margaritas, yum! I'm an idealist, I think, so I tend to have lofty expectations and set myself up for disappointment. So I hope it turns out to be a wonderful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-8322601209984556650?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/8322601209984556650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=8322601209984556650' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/8322601209984556650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/8322601209984556650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/07/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-104716457009138456</id><published>2008-07-01T15:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T15:39:51.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is my birthday!</title><content type='html'>I'll be 28 tomorrow. I hope it's a good year for me and my family. Seems I have a lot of goals and aspirations these days. Looking for quite a bit of change. Feeling hesitantly hopeful regarding certain life issues. I haven't really been looking forward to turning 28 years old. I'm starting to see lines in my face that weren't there before. For years I have wanted to grow up, be an adult, get to the next life milestone, but now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish time could slow down. My children are growing up more quickly than I'd like. People in my extended family are showing their age a bit more, and it's hard to think of what life will be like in the next 10, 20, 30 years... yes, that's a long time, but I know it will pass all too quckly, much more quickly than the last 10, 20, 30 years. Does anyone else feel a haunting sadness when they realize they're aging? I want to enjoy and savor every day. Every day is a gift, you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of gifts, I'm giving myself a birthday gift! Want to know what it is? Okay, I'll tell you. It's....(drumroll please)...&lt;em&gt;healthy lifestyle changes&lt;/em&gt;. I have been quite sedentary since enrolling in school last summer. Because of the size and layout of my kitchen, I don't enjoy cooking like I used to...so my diet has been less than ideal and includes quite a bit of fast food: blech! During the last couple months my sleeping habits have resembled my night owl husband's which is totally not what my body thrives on. Dehydration has been my constant companion for weeks. Also, I have wasted countless hours of my life on Facebook and idle computer time which is fun for a moment but ultimately makes me nauseous. SOOO... I started unpacking my birthday gift yesterday. I drank plenty of water. I had a lengthy conversation with my body-building husband and sketched out a new exercise program. I went to the gym to get some exercise, and I am so proud of myself for that. You have no idea how much mental and physical effort it took to get there! (And I went again today!) Also, instead of playing on the computer before bedtime, I did something that feeds my soul...I wrote in my journal. My journal has been missing me for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are certain things in life that nourish my soul. Facebook is not one of them. Ice cream is not one of them ...okay, maybe &lt;em&gt;sometimes!&lt;/em&gt;  ;)  I have been spending my time on things that leave me feeling regretful, soul-sick, guilty, bored, or empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try to be more careful how I spend my time. Here are just some of the things that are important to me:&lt;br /&gt;*my husband Andy&lt;br /&gt;*my children Erik, Hailey, and Noah&lt;br /&gt;*regular exercise (endorphins!)&lt;br /&gt;*nutritious food&lt;br /&gt;*relationship with God&lt;br /&gt;*journaling&lt;br /&gt;*knitting&lt;br /&gt;*friends&lt;br /&gt;*academic success&lt;br /&gt;*my morning coffee&lt;br /&gt;*becoming debt free&lt;br /&gt;*time to relax&lt;br /&gt;*routines&lt;br /&gt;*an organized home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, despite my friends' disbelief, I &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; gained almost 20 pounds since school started last June. Please ask me how I'm doing with meeting exercise goals. I'm expecting some good results regardless, but accountability and cheerleaders will help tremendously!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-104716457009138456?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/104716457009138456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=104716457009138456' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/104716457009138456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/104716457009138456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/07/tomorrow-is-my-birthday.html' title='Tomorrow is my birthday!'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-1494374020082472732</id><published>2008-06-15T17:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T17:22:06.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blabber</title><content type='html'>flew to Baltimore last Tuesday. drove with my 2 sisters and 2 nephews all the way back to Little Rock (straight through the night...and then some!) got some kind of virus or allergy going on, complete with scratchy throat, itchy ears, headache, and nights spent sitting up and choking on post-nasal drip. had fun at knit nite last night though. first time i've been in a looong time (as in &lt;em&gt;months.&lt;/em&gt;) frogged a knit sock, started over, frogged it again. then crocheted instead. then came home and had company over. kicked booty at Tetris, no surprise there. ;) went to bed at 0200. said happy father's day to Andy before he set out for the golf course this morning. ate lunch at parents' house and took my dad a Cold Stone Creamery ice cream cake. fortunately I thought he would like &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; favorite flavor. and he was nice enough to share. :) came home for some quiet rest time with the kids. crocheted some more while looking at Hailey's newest fashion design sketches. she loves dresses. thinking about getting some soil to replant my single basil plant before i kill it. waiting for Andy to finish up his golf game and come home. kids want to go swimming but i choose not to take the threesome to the pool by myself. maybe a catnap is in order. only 3 weeks left until my napping habit will once again be snatched away by my nursing instructors...along with every millisecond of free time. if you want to see me and/or feel like we are friends, &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt; is the time. :) oh, and i am in love with Kay's homemade mac&amp;amp;cheese. i should have eaten more at lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-1494374020082472732?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/1494374020082472732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=1494374020082472732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/1494374020082472732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/1494374020082472732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/06/blabber.html' title='blabber'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-1735077009886924480</id><published>2008-06-05T17:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T18:07:12.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"good" tired</title><content type='html'>Well, it has been a busy day but a &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; busy. Hailey graduated from Pre-K today! We went to the local playground with her class and teachers. The kids played, the teachers handed out graduation certificates (no caps and gowns though...Nonie was relieved) and we ate hot dogs, bananas and chips. I can't wait to get some pictures posted! My cousin Connor and Hailey's best friend Paige also graduated Pre-K today. Thank you to Nonie, Momma, Hope, Andy, and Erik for being there to cheer the kids on. (and also to bring us Starbucks!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my sister Hope came over and went swimming with me and the kids...well I didn't get in the water, but she was terrific with the kids! It was so nice to have an extra set of eyes and hands available. I get so paranoid with the kids in the pool. There were a couple times I feared I would have to perform CPR on kids. Noah kept choking on the water until he almost threw up, but that's because he's Mr. Adventure and I try not to hold him back. There was a tiny girl who slipped out of an inner tube and ended up head down, feet sticking out of the water...and I mean tiny like less than 2 years old. It took her a couple minutes to settle down after her mom got her out of the water. Anyway, we're all in one piece. A little sunburned (despite spf 50) and exhausted. Hailey and Noah usually take a daily nap (so do I for that matter!) and none of us got one today. I'm trying to stay awake so I can keep them awake until bedtime. At least TOMORROW WE CAN SLEEP IN!!!! School is out for the summer after today! I'm excited but apprehensive. That means I'm that much closer to going &lt;em&gt;back&lt;/em&gt; to school...July 7 is not too far away. not far enough anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-1735077009886924480?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/1735077009886924480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=1735077009886924480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/1735077009886924480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/1735077009886924480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-tired.html' title='&quot;good&quot; tired'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-369078945749519507</id><published>2008-06-02T18:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T18:33:23.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merci</title><content type='html'>81. my ear is feeling better&lt;br /&gt;82. Hailey got to play at her best friend's house after school today&lt;br /&gt;83. bamboo sheets on my bed...ahhhh, luxurious!&lt;br /&gt;84. my husband can cook&lt;br /&gt;85. my grind &amp;amp; brew &amp;amp; insulate coffee machine&lt;br /&gt;86. my daughter's curls&lt;br /&gt;87. bad dreams that help me &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; take my kids for granted&lt;br /&gt;88. Scooby Doo band-aids and neosporin &lt;em&gt;with pain relief&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. people who leave coupons next to items on store shelves (used one today!)&lt;br /&gt;90. air conditioning!&lt;br /&gt;91. thunder&lt;br /&gt;92. daisies&lt;br /&gt;93. Andy bought me a fun new dress for last Saturday's cocktail party (Momma, I wore the black and white one)&lt;br /&gt;94. my husband gives haircuts to our boys and my cousins (saves $)&lt;br /&gt;95. wireless XBOX "dee-trollers"&lt;br /&gt;96. family who get involved in kids' events such as school, ball games, etc.&lt;br /&gt;97. living in such a beautiful state...lots of green this time of year&lt;br /&gt;98. my growing collection of "crafts" my daughter lovingly makes for me&lt;br /&gt;99. quick &amp;amp; easy access to information about &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. God's goodness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-369078945749519507?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/369078945749519507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=369078945749519507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/369078945749519507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/369078945749519507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/06/merci.html' title='Merci'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-7390268350293718294</id><published>2008-05-29T20:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T20:58:18.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>schlepping</title><content type='html'>Thank you, &lt;a href="http://5boysandagirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Janet&lt;/a&gt;, for giving me permission to &lt;em&gt;do nothing&lt;/em&gt;! :) It's nice to have girlfriends who are permission-givers. Everyone else seems so busy I guess during this break from school I'm going to have to be my own permission-giving girlfriend, too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GIVE MYSELF PERMISSION TO:&lt;br /&gt;1. entertain my children by doing cartwheels in the living room while they eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;2. read an indulgent fictional novel...nothing to do with nursing or self-improvement.&lt;br /&gt;3. take as many naps as I want during any hour of the day or night.&lt;br /&gt;4. wear flip flops or bare feet &lt;em&gt;all the time&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;5. be spontaneous and a bit impulsive, provided I pay attention to intuition.&lt;br /&gt;6. kiss and hug my kids and husband until they have to pry me off of them.&lt;br /&gt;7. paint my nails metallic aqua blue.&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; like swimming or swimsuits or sunburns.&lt;br /&gt;9. work night shift if I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; work at all if I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;11. stay up late to paint with watercolors and drink a beer.&lt;br /&gt;12. accept help without feeling guilty.&lt;br /&gt;13. laugh out loud if something tickles my fancy.&lt;br /&gt;14. cook without recipes.&lt;br /&gt;15. wear clothes that don't match.&lt;br /&gt;16. lock my bedroom door when I want to get away.&lt;br /&gt;17. shop, try on lots of clothes, and not buy anything.&lt;br /&gt;18. splurge on my kids from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;19. turn 28 years even though that number sounds too old&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;to me.&lt;br /&gt;20. count chores and housework as 'exercise'&lt;br /&gt;21. talk to strangers wherever I go because people are interesting.&lt;br /&gt;22. pursue a career that will benefit myself, my family, and my community.&lt;br /&gt;23. buy expensive yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;24. stop apologizing for having an opinion.&lt;br /&gt;25. be unconventional.&lt;br /&gt;26. watch t.v. without guilt.&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; micromanage my time.&lt;br /&gt;28. 'waste time' watching squirrels, listening to birds, gazing at stars, savoring ice cream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think of something else that might enhance my last five weeks of freedom in 2008, let me know! cuz after that...i'll be busier than EvER and wishing to taste boredom again.  :)  funny how the grass is always greener...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-7390268350293718294?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/7390268350293718294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=7390268350293718294' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/7390268350293718294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/7390268350293718294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/05/schlepping.html' title='schlepping'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-2430055066765030105</id><published>2008-05-27T15:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T15:11:56.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ouchie</title><content type='html'>got a tube put in my ear today. how fun, right?!? the wierdest part was listening to Dr. ENT make the incision on my tympanic membrane (aKa "eardrum") he said it would sound like paper being cut...not quite, but I can't describe it any better. it was disconcerting to say the least. the numbing drop wore off promptly after i left the office, and i'm &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; feeling so chipper. my hearing is wacky. i'm supposed to get used to it in a few days? at least there's hope of no eardrum ruptures for the next 6 months. after that... who knows. next step is a CT scan. it's just wierd yaknow. at least i have an extra excuse to stay out of the swimming pool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-2430055066765030105?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/2430055066765030105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=2430055066765030105' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/2430055066765030105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/2430055066765030105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/05/ouchie.html' title='ouchie'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-4682197986191834304</id><published>2008-05-23T08:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T08:47:16.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aut &amp; Andy</title><content type='html'>How long have you been married? tomorrow will be 8 years!&lt;br /&gt;Where did you meet? at the WILDS camp in Brevard, North Carolina during our high school senior class trips (which happened to be at the same place and time)&lt;br /&gt;How long did you date? we had a long distance relationship for 2 years before marrying&lt;br /&gt;How old is he? 28 (with only 7 birthdays)&lt;br /&gt;Who eats more? he does&lt;br /&gt;Who said “I love you” first? I honestly don't remember but it was on instant message and we have the conversation printed out and in a memory box&lt;br /&gt;Who is taller? him&lt;br /&gt;Who sings better? he does and I love it when he sings&lt;br /&gt;Who is smarter? we're smart in different ways...i would have to say me though ;)&lt;br /&gt;Whose temper is worse? definitely mine&lt;br /&gt;Who does the laundry? I do...and lots of it!&lt;br /&gt;Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? me...wait, which side is the right side?&lt;br /&gt;Who pays the bills? we both do&lt;br /&gt;Who cooks dinner? we both do...sometimes the guys at Las Palmas do :)&lt;br /&gt;Who drives when you are together? ME, usually from the passenger seat though&lt;br /&gt;Who is more stubborn? we're both very 'strong' in this area&lt;br /&gt;Who kissed whom first? he asked me if I wanted a Tic Tac, I said yes, he put it between his lips and I retrieved it&lt;br /&gt;Who is the first to admit to being wrong? he is...i'm usually right. (hehe)&lt;br /&gt;Whose parents do you see the most? used to be his, but now it's mine&lt;br /&gt;Who proposed? he did&lt;br /&gt;What’s his best physical attribute? I love all of him! (especially his eyes, smile, hair, hands)&lt;br /&gt;Who has more friends? hard to say...we both need more time for friends, but Andy is liked by everyone&lt;br /&gt;What are you most proud of him for? building his own business, constantly growing and learning, loving and providing for his family&lt;br /&gt;Who has more siblings? we're both the oldest of three&lt;br /&gt;Who wears the pants in the family? I like to think that I do and I like him to think that I do but ultimately he does (shhh, don't tell him!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... &lt;a href="http://spanishmorning.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dawn&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://5boysandagirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Janet&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ehsnini.blogspot.com/"&gt;Momma&lt;/a&gt;, it's your turn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-4682197986191834304?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/4682197986191834304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=4682197986191834304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/4682197986191834304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/4682197986191834304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/05/aut-andy.html' title='Aut &amp; Andy'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-7989798380852020749</id><published>2008-05-21T21:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:37:30.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yippity.skippity.hip.hip.HOORAY!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GO DAVID COOK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my "idol" hehe ;)&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy girl tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(all in good fun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-7989798380852020749?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/7989798380852020749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=7989798380852020749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/7989798380852020749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/7989798380852020749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/05/yippityskippityhiphiphooray.html' title='yippity.skippity.hip.hip.HOORAY!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-3119491084053113791</id><published>2008-05-20T20:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:04:22.317-05:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol's final week</title><content type='html'>okay, DAWN... for your info (are you sitting down for this?) I decided not to vote tonight!!! why? well, i'm torn. you know i am in love with DC. he's totally cool. he's a rockstar in my book. Archie is fabulous, too. he probably will win the AI competition. and my kids will even tell you "mom will be happy either way." my hunch is that DC might be better off with 2nd place because then he can move on with his career and not always be known as an &lt;em&gt;american idol&lt;/em&gt;, you know? he can be his own cool self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.m.g. Noah came out to the living room in his backwards Scooby Doo underwear (I told him to get his pj's on)...Erik just informed me that Noah decided to sleep in his 'sexy underwear'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee hee ha hee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-3119491084053113791?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/3119491084053113791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=3119491084053113791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/3119491084053113791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/3119491084053113791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/05/american-idols-final-week.html' title='American Idol&apos;s final week'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-4734776773120514196</id><published>2008-05-20T11:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T11:39:57.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you kindly</title><content type='html'>more to be thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. my husband's phone calls, e-mails, myspace and facebook and text messages&lt;br /&gt;62. a teenage sister who thinks it's fun to sleep over at my house :)&lt;br /&gt;63. $4 prescriptions at Wal-Mart&lt;br /&gt;64. surviving 10 years out of high school!&lt;br /&gt;65. maintenance men who respond &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; quickly (no time to clean up!)&lt;br /&gt;66. a fabulous long weekend spent camping with my children&lt;br /&gt;67. butterflies&lt;br /&gt;68. motivation to exercise today...go me!&lt;br /&gt;69. humor, comedy, laughter&lt;br /&gt;70. XBOX 360 (and Tetris and Guitar Hero)&lt;br /&gt;71. a break from school (albeit &lt;em&gt;too short&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;72. Fage yogurt (pronounced "Fa-yeh")&lt;br /&gt;73. good hearing ability in at least one ear&lt;br /&gt;74. fingernail polish&lt;br /&gt;75. floss&lt;br /&gt;76. generous parents&lt;br /&gt;77. plenty of "stuff" (trying to turn things positive here...)&lt;br /&gt;78. reminders of my husband whenever I look around my house&lt;br /&gt;79. Flylady's Blogtalk radio 24/7&lt;br /&gt;80. inspiring friends (there are so many, but today I will mention Bek, Rachael, Ang and Janet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still not feeling great with all my ear mess. This is surprising since I've been on antibiotics (faithfully I might add!) for 6 days. I know from experience that it can take a couple months for hearing to be restored, but the ear is still kind of achey. Appointment next Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited that Dawn is coming to town in June. Looking forward to spending some time with her (if everyone else doesn't steal her away) and cuddling with my darling nephews!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do people store winter coats during the warm seasons? I really don't want them taking up space in the front closet. I'd rather use that closet for beach towels, outside toys, and summer fun stuff. I'm slowly revamping the storage spaces available to our family... but making a mess in the process. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-4734776773120514196?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/4734776773120514196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=4734776773120514196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/4734776773120514196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/4734776773120514196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/05/thank-you-kindly.html' title='thank you kindly'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-2908459944861276452</id><published>2008-05-17T18:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T18:17:22.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy campers</title><content type='html'>does anyone else who wears contacts find that they "push their glasses up" on their nose after putting in a fresh pair of contacts? it makes me feel so silly when i reach up to my nose and their is nothing there but ... my nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i surprised myself this past weekend and took our 6 year old, 5 year old, and 3 year old camping...without my husband! granted, we were with a group which included my wonderful aunt &amp;amp; uncle (those titles make them sound old but they're more like good friends) and it worked out pretty well. we were supposed to leave around 1030 Thursday morning, and I decided around 0730 that we were indeed going. crazy i know. sometimes it suits me. so we made the 2.5 hour drive home this afternoon, and now the laundry is whirring, kids are bathed, ticks are picked off everybody, camping gear is already back in the storage unit (minus the cooler), we're all hungry, and i am collapsed on the couch trying to think of what to do for dinner. pizza anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-2908459944861276452?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/2908459944861276452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=2908459944861276452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/2908459944861276452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/2908459944861276452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-campers.html' title='happy campers'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-3662819583731626782</id><published>2008-05-14T18:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T18:14:13.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>goodness gracious</title><content type='html'>had to have the house sprayed because i've found two too many brown recluse spiders this week. i DON'T do spiders. especially poisonous ones that want to crawl in my daughter's bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;debating about going camping this weekend. the kids are begging. i really want to go. just wondering whether it would be fun-filled or just too much work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my ear doc appt today. the generic version of my antibiotics was a whopping $95.00! have to go back in 2 weeks for x-rays of my head. gee, fun. my doctor is perplexed by my recurrent ear infections. and i'm wishing we had some health insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I'm trying to get the kids fed and to bed before American Idol comes on tonight. I'm holding my breath and crossing my fingers and toes that "the Davids" both make it to the final week!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-3662819583731626782?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/3662819583731626782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=3662819583731626782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/3662819583731626782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/3662819583731626782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/05/goodness-gracious.html' title='goodness gracious'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-3812551743009578802</id><published>2008-05-11T11:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T11:15:40.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day to me!</title><content type='html'>My eardrum has ruptured once again. Based on what the doc said last time, I will probably be having minor surgery this week to put tubes in my ears...at least in the one that keeps getting infected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking with Andy this morning, and he was so funny. Apparently whenever I have referred to getting "tubes put in my ears" he has envisioned quite a sight... a literal tube coming out of my ear and wrapping around the back of my head and making me talk funny, heee heeee. I'm sure he was relieved when I explained what really happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm a little nervous to go to the doctor. This ear problem is getting costly, and my last appointment was invasive enough (they stuck a long scope up my nose and sinuses to visualize some ear structures.) I don't like the idea of tiny instruments in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew what's causing the problems. According to my ENT, it's very unusual for a healthy adult with no childhood history of ear infections to suddenly have several significant infections in a matter of months. ::sigh::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-3812551743009578802?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/3812551743009578802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=3812551743009578802' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/3812551743009578802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/3812551743009578802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day-to-me.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day to me!'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-7568167509886709468</id><published>2008-05-11T01:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T02:34:07.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merci (Thank you)</title><content type='html'>21. the privilege of motherhood and the personal growth that accompanies it&lt;br /&gt;22. my sublime work arrangement and such flexible hours&lt;br /&gt;23. lip balm&lt;br /&gt;24. thunderstorms (we had golf ball sized hail!)&lt;br /&gt;25. PBS Kids&lt;br /&gt;26. Panera Bread opening soon in my city!!!&lt;br /&gt;27. digital cameras&lt;br /&gt;28. my garlic press&lt;br /&gt;29. the sweet smell and taste of honeysuckle&lt;br /&gt;30. a huge yard for the kids to play in&lt;br /&gt;31. satin pillowcases&lt;br /&gt;32. sisters&lt;br /&gt;33. indoor plumbing&lt;br /&gt;34. unlimited calling to in-network friends and family&lt;br /&gt;35. a husband who cares about his appearance&lt;br /&gt;36. a husband who prefers a clean home&lt;br /&gt;37. a husband who perseveres&lt;br /&gt;38. a game closet that's overflowing&lt;br /&gt;39. friends who keep in touch even when I don't&lt;br /&gt;40. romantic movies that remind me of falling in love for the first time&lt;br /&gt;41. brown eyes...I like them on me and on other people, too&lt;br /&gt;42. Momma (she's a constant friend with a big heart)&lt;br /&gt;43. my tall dining room table and chairs&lt;br /&gt;44. living within walking distance of bank, post office, grocery, etc.&lt;br /&gt;45. playgrounds&lt;br /&gt;46. The Container Store  :)&lt;br /&gt;47. strawberries and asparagus in season (not together, of course!)&lt;br /&gt;48. Starbucks on every corner&lt;br /&gt;49. I finally got the perfume I wanted for so long&lt;br /&gt;50. a sheltered childhood that protected me from a lot of heartache&lt;br /&gt;51. contact lenses&lt;br /&gt;52. friends who knit&lt;br /&gt;53. a husband and kids who are less serious than me...they make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;54. the ability to type quickly&lt;br /&gt;55. good drinking water&lt;br /&gt;56. Saving Dinner by Leanne Ely&lt;br /&gt;57. the library&lt;br /&gt;58. old photographs&lt;br /&gt;59. flip-flops&lt;br /&gt;60. a great-fitting pair of jeans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-7568167509886709468?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/7568167509886709468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=7568167509886709468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/7568167509886709468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/7568167509886709468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/05/merci-thank-you.html' title='Merci (Thank you)'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-2103416252818375328</id><published>2008-05-10T08:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T08:08:20.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thankful still more</title><content type='html'>11. weekends&lt;br /&gt;12. an armoire for the t.v. so I can get it out of sight&lt;br /&gt;13. changes in weather&lt;br /&gt;14. birdsongs in the morning&lt;br /&gt;15. walls that aren't white&lt;br /&gt;16. easy access to good healthcare&lt;br /&gt;17. online banking&lt;br /&gt;18. coffee&lt;br /&gt;19. music&lt;br /&gt;20. 2 wonderful brothers-in-law&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-2103416252818375328?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/2103416252818375328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=2103416252818375328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/2103416252818375328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/2103416252818375328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/05/thankful-still-more.html' title='thankful still more'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-112691637358790555</id><published>2008-05-09T18:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T18:56:46.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>copycat</title><content type='html'>Today I played in a volleyball tournament. It was our school picnic, and I'm so glad I attended. Our class team kicked booty! My face hurts from sunburn, but it was so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I rushed over to a Mother's Day Tea in Hailey's classroom. She served me, Nini, Nonie, Hope, and Noah some cookies and pink lemonade. She gave me some really adorable creations of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to copycat those who are doing 1,000 Things I'm Thankful For.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. air conditioning in my home&lt;br /&gt;2. air conditioning in my car&lt;br /&gt;3. Las Palmas&lt;br /&gt;4. living so close to Skip and Janet&lt;br /&gt;5. an overabundance of fresh food&lt;br /&gt;6. the opportunity to pursue a career in nursing&lt;br /&gt;7. my dishwasher&lt;br /&gt;8. having all four limbs on my body&lt;br /&gt;9. my laptop and wireless internet in my home&lt;br /&gt;10. my three beautiful children&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-112691637358790555?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/112691637358790555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=112691637358790555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/112691637358790555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/112691637358790555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/05/copycat.html' title='copycat'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-6960984791319476630</id><published>2008-05-08T12:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T13:01:21.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>According to my children.</title><content type='html'>Erik slept in my bed last night since Andy wasn't here. I overslept this morning (how I can sleep through &lt;em&gt;three&lt;/em&gt; alarms boggles my mind) so Erik actually woke &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; up. He was staring blankly at the wall so I asked him what was on his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: "Mom, first grade is a waste of time."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-6960984791319476630?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/6960984791319476630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=6960984791319476630' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/6960984791319476630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/6960984791319476630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/05/according-to-my-children.html' title='According to my children.'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-328643927322513394</id><published>2008-05-07T15:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T15:47:22.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>snipits</title><content type='html'>i'm growing my hair out again, and it's really fluffy and annoying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been eating really well the last couple days, but i think i just ate a BAG of sunchips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M NO LONGER A FRESHMAN! woot woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be an interesting month with husband's work plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yoga class was pleasantly challenging today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so thankful to live close to family, for various reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i ate all those sunchips (the kids did help &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i might have a cavity :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the air outside smells very sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've decided to limit my family's meat consumption (and increase veggies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with no schoolwork to do, i've become WAY o.c.d. with my calendar and to do list&lt;br /&gt;(just ask Janet!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday night i saw the most extensive wound i've seen yet...so gross and fascinating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may 24 is our 8th wedding anniversary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a kid again with all the bruises and cuts i've been getting lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;consistency in parenting is so hard but it pays off within one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to mother's day tea at my 5yo daughter's class on friday :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-328643927322513394?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/328643927322513394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=328643927322513394' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/328643927322513394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/328643927322513394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/05/snipits.html' title='snipits'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-63784303183802603</id><published>2008-04-28T16:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T16:21:49.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rambles</title><content type='html'>~looking into buying a grill...any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;~beginning to plan a real family vacation&lt;br /&gt;~my kids have soooo much energy&lt;br /&gt;~this is the final week of my spring semester!&lt;br /&gt;~loving yoga classes&lt;br /&gt;~looking forward to stimulus check&lt;br /&gt;~in-laws coming to town on Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;~husband working quite a lot&lt;br /&gt;~gnats are incredibly annoying&lt;br /&gt;~little sister got her braces off&lt;br /&gt;~library books overdue&lt;br /&gt;~kids changed fridge temp and froze everything&lt;br /&gt;~claritin works&lt;br /&gt;~vacuum broke&lt;br /&gt;~dreaming of a bigger kitchen&lt;br /&gt;~can't decide what to do during school break&lt;br /&gt;~next semester begins July 7&lt;br /&gt;~friends are essential&lt;br /&gt;~i need a good jog&lt;br /&gt;~looking for a new bedroom color scheme&lt;br /&gt;~want some company&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-63784303183802603?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/63784303183802603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=63784303183802603' title='3 Comments'/><link 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loud multiple times this morning.&lt;br /&gt;___________________&lt;br /&gt;Noah (climbing into my bed and shaking my shoulder): Mom! When are you going to wake up? Mom! Mo-om! When are going to wake up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (opening my eyes wide and looking at Noah, trying to show him I was already awake): What does it look like, Noah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah: uh... morning.&lt;br /&gt;___________________&lt;br /&gt;Me (to Andy): You want to make some coffee for me, Babe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah: No.&lt;br /&gt;___________________&lt;br /&gt;Me (to Noah): What do you want for breakfast, my dear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah (giggling): I not a deer!&lt;br /&gt;___________________&lt;br /&gt;Noah: Mom, do we not have a lot of food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: We have enough, but we do need to go to the grocery store soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah: But if we eat all the junk, we will get fat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, and be unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah: Yeah, and we would roll like a big ball!&lt;br /&gt;___________________&lt;br /&gt;Noah: I burped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, what do you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah (trying to speak French): Excuse me, wall.&lt;br /&gt;___________________&lt;br /&gt;(in other news, only 2 weeks of school left for me! and i need a haircut.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-5251149682615132979?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/5251149682615132979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=5251149682615132979' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/5251149682615132979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/5251149682615132979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/04/morning-with-noah.html' title='A morning with Noah.'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-4306239004238246089</id><published>2008-04-15T21:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:53:28.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>jeez louise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i might fall asleep as i sit here and type this. don't know why i don't get up and walk myself the 20-ish steps to my bed. ah, yes...that would require energy expenditure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;loving microsoft word which is newly installed on my laptop. has lots of bells and whistles to get used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;final math exam tomorrow at 0800. it'll be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;today my friend at school said it hurts her eyes when the instructors turn the lights on and off and on again during a power point lecture. i exclaimed "that's because it's bleaching your rhodopsin!" (it just slipped out... i couldn't help myself!) then i apologized for being such a nerd. then she said "it's okay, autumn, you can't help it." and that tells me she loves me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and i really should not be apologizing anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;(and i really am sort of a nerd.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;(but i &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-4306239004238246089?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/4306239004238246089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=4306239004238246089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/4306239004238246089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/4306239004238246089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/04/jeez-louise.html' title='jeez louise'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-5128012057761376716</id><published>2008-04-14T19:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:39:06.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>settling</title><content type='html'>today was nursing theory exam #9...the "mt. everest" of the semester...and i did really swell! only 2 theory exams left this semester. i've done all the calculations, and it looks like i'll be getting a high 'B' this semester unless i simply don't show up for the last 2 exams. (i console myself with the knowledge that at any &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; school it would be an 'A')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i loathe tax time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm happy i passed surgical scrub checkoff on my first attempt! not a lot of people can say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i've been growing out of all my clothes and feeling drained of energy, i decided to start walking again. starting small (or &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;, as it would seem, hee hee!) today is day 2 (in a row!) that i walked 15 minutes. throwing in some push-ups (ha! not many!) or crunches or lunges here and there. my short-term goal is &lt;em&gt;simply&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;walk 15 minutes each day this week, Sunday through Saturday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i loathe tax time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm celebrating some small successes... or maybe they're not so small!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-5128012057761376716?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/5128012057761376716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=5128012057761376716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/5128012057761376716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/5128012057761376716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/04/settling.html' title='settling'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-4083161343152193481</id><published>2008-04-11T17:12:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T17:33:46.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday HAILEY JOY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You're &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIVE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;things I love about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;, my daughter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. your creative mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. your wonder-filled curiosity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. your nurturing spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. your exuberant laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. your big brown eyes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy Birthday, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hailey&lt;/span&gt;. I love you so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;From Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-4083161343152193481?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/4083161343152193481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=4083161343152193481' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/4083161343152193481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/4083161343152193481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-hailey-joy.html' title='Happy Birthday HAILEY JOY!!!'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-8544321648694100601</id><published>2008-04-05T09:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T09:27:31.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>we survived.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We survived the &lt;a href="http://www.therenfroes.us/thvphoto/thumbnails.php?album=24"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tornado weather&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thursday night. It was exciting! I love storms. I'm sad for the people who lost cars and homes and stuff. But it was fun crouching in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ONE BATHROOM&lt;/span&gt; while the sirens were going off -- Skip, Janet, Caelan, Colby, Cameron, Connor, Camille, Erik, Hailey, Noah, and myself. (That's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ELEVEN PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt; if you didn't count!) The kids and I ended up sleeping over because the storms just kept coming. It was a memorable night for sure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Thank God for protecting our families.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-8544321648694100601?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/8544321648694100601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=8544321648694100601' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/8544321648694100601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/8544321648694100601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-survived.html' title='we survived.'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-3794304888804212544</id><published>2008-03-31T10:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T11:03:52.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so Blue-who-who-who.</title><content type='html'>It's that time of year again. I'm struggling to feel sane and keep my wits about me. Even on sunshine days I'm having a hard time getting out of bed (don't even mention leaving the house.) I feel disorganized, drowning in clutter. And when I try to fix it, somehow it just gets worse! Take yesterday for example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My clothes closet was in such disarray that I couldn't really see what I &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; in there. And even if I &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; see something, it probably wouldn't fit me anyway. I wear scrubs most days, but on days I wear regular clothes I am LOST. So I emptied out my entire closet...even detail-vacuumed the little bit of carpet in there. But oops... I bit off more than I could chew! The process of emptying out my closet (and piling every article of clothing on the bed) took every ounce of energy that I had. Sadly, Andy slept on the couch last night (no hard feelings...there was just no room!) and I scrunched up on one corner of the clothes-covered bed. Long night indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems no matter how much effort, energy, sweat, or love I put into this house, it keeps getting messier and messier. Am I not doing enough? I thought I was pretty good about throwing things out, dropping donations off for charities, etc. HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't just stop life to get my house in order. If I do, my nursing student career will suffer. It's intense. I need a lot of study time these days. ::sigh::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all I meant to say is that I'm struggling with that seasonal depression monster, and somehow this turned into a rant about my messy house. I'm sure the two are mingling together to intensify both problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I've got to figure out which clothes fit and what to do with the rest...and what on earth I'll wear when that's complete. (Can't you feel my excitement?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(yes, that was sarcastic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-3794304888804212544?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/3794304888804212544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=3794304888804212544' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/3794304888804212544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/3794304888804212544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-so-blue-who-who-who.html' title='I&apos;m so Blue-who-who-who.'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-3859845163548166951</id><published>2008-03-25T14:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:18:49.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures as promised...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I left for Arizona, I wanted to be sure to get a picture with a cactus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181766558729400258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R-lVOyIQb8I/AAAAAAAAAVs/pXDF5C794VY/s320/AutCactus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181766563024367570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R-lVPCIQb9I/AAAAAAAAAV0/ysO1dyG5OqA/s320/autcactus2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few weeks ago we got a bit of snow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181766545844498354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R-lVOCIQb7I/AAAAAAAAAVk/B-aei7MjPSE/s320/SnowyNoah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and the man I love so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181767323233579106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R-lV7SIQcGI/AAAAAAAAAW8/BSfQdIGLxJI/s320/easterAA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hailey, Erik, Noah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181767018290900994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R-lVpiIQcAI/AAAAAAAAAWM/s_1Jd1UB3ZA/s320/easterHEN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R-lV7CIQcFI/AAAAAAAAAW0/6SV_LzA0VWc/s1600-h/easter3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181767318938611794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R-lV7CIQcFI/AAAAAAAAAW0/6SV_LzA0VWc/s320/easter3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R-lVqiIQcBI/AAAAAAAAAWU/q7g330oeWFQ/s1600-h/easter3tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181767035470770194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R-lVqiIQcBI/AAAAAAAAAWU/q7g330oeWFQ/s320/easter3tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids really love each other!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R-lVqyIQcCI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G_-NClsz_R0/s1600-h/easterEHkiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181767039765737506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R-lVqyIQcCI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G_-NClsz_R0/s320/easterEHkiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R-lVrCIQcDI/AAAAAAAAAWk/tCO-kCRR8yQ/s1600-h/easterEH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181767044060704818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R-lVrCIQcDI/AAAAAAAAAWk/tCO-kCRR8yQ/s320/easterEH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R-lVrSIQcEI/AAAAAAAAAWs/FW_fS__Z1RY/s1600-h/easterboyshug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181767048355672130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R-lVrSIQcEI/AAAAAAAAAWs/FW_fS__Z1RY/s320/easterboyshug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So happy together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181766571614302178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R-lVPiIQb-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/pvjGaTHFpyg/s320/easterfamily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R-lVQSIQb_I/AAAAAAAAAWE/bRkccVwaDKI/s1600-h/easterprofile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181766584499204082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R-lVQSIQb_I/AAAAAAAAAWE/bRkccVwaDKI/s320/easterprofile.jpg" border="0" /&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/11163755-3859845163548166951?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/3859845163548166951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=3859845163548166951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/3859845163548166951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/3859845163548166951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/03/pictures-as-promised.html' title='pictures as promised...'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R-lVOyIQb8I/AAAAAAAAAVs/pXDF5C794VY/s72-c/AutCactus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-1572479310889434211</id><published>2008-03-24T11:55:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T18:00:38.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deenoah</title><content type='html'>Noah cracks me up. He's irresistably cute and funny. And sometimes just the way he pronounces his words makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has started placing a "de" or sometimes a "be" at the beginning of various words. Examples:&lt;br /&gt;deemote (remote)&lt;br /&gt;deetroller (xbox controller)&lt;br /&gt;beetato (tomato or potato)&lt;br /&gt;Lightning DeQueen (pretty obvious if you've seen Cars)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few other things I love to hear him say:&lt;br /&gt;beardy (bird)&lt;br /&gt;feeyearty (thirty)&lt;br /&gt;feeyirst (first)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter photos coming soon hopefully!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-1572479310889434211?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/1572479310889434211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=1572479310889434211' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/1572479310889434211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/1572479310889434211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/03/de-noah.html' title='Deenoah'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-3733037843422685014</id><published>2008-03-22T10:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T10:34:40.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>on marriage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  During my senior year of high school my Anatomy &amp;amp; Physiology teacher, Miss Beckwith, and I had several meaningful conversations about life. One particular comment she made has come back to haunt me in recent years:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"The person you'd choose to marry at 19 is very different than the person you'd choose to marry at 29."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;  It just so happens that I married when I was 19, and next year I will turn 29. Miss Beckwith's comment usually comes to mind during a heated argument or when the grass on the "other side" turns a vibrant kelly green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  When I got married people warned me that, "Marriage is hard work." And I never doubted them. But now I know for sure. Marriage - especially a &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; one - takes lots of effort. It takes thought, planning, introspection, communication. Add in some good intention, plenty of patience, vulnerability, and choosing to believe the best about someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Sometimes married people lose that 'loving feeling.' Even worse, sometimes married people feel ::gasp:: hatred and rage toward one another. Those times can be devastating, I know. But I also know that persistence, commitment, loyalty, and some good old sweat and tears... they &lt;em&gt;pay off&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  My marriage is far from perfect, but it's &lt;em&gt;perfect for me&lt;/em&gt;. It is challenging (and you know how I love a good challenge!) and causes me to grow on a daily basis. I find comfort in this relationship. Just the other day I told Andy that being next to him, I feel like I can weather any of life's storms. On the worst of days I know that at some point I'll be able to lay my head on a pillow next to my lover, and everything will be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Miss Beckwith was right. I probably would have chosen someone different had I married at 29. And in that case, &lt;em&gt;thanks be to God&lt;/em&gt; that I married at 19!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  For the last 10 years Andy and I have been growing... growing &lt;em&gt;up&lt;/em&gt; individually and making sure we're growing &lt;em&gt;together&lt;/em&gt; in the process... and that's where the hard work comes in. And it has been SO worth it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  I love you, Andy. Thank you for marrying me, providing for me, fathering our children, and inspiring me simply by being who you are. A girl couldn't ask for more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-3733037843422685014?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/3733037843422685014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=3733037843422685014' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/3733037843422685014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/3733037843422685014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/03/on-marriage.html' title='on marriage.'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-1523855731764981015</id><published>2008-03-10T22:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T22:36:45.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the valleys and the peaks</title><content type='html'>my trip to Phoenix had its ups and downs (both literally and figuratively!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some high points:&lt;br /&gt;1. no nursing school for a whole week!&lt;br /&gt;2. flying on airplanes with my favorite person in the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;3. eating lots and LOTS of dessert&lt;br /&gt;4. finding some great new jeans... then realizing they're on sale for $10&lt;br /&gt;5. seeing and hugging and playing dress-up with my beloved sister-in-law&lt;br /&gt;6. doing yoga until it hurts to sit down on the toilet seat (but oh so fun!)&lt;br /&gt;7. riding around in a convertible for the first time&lt;br /&gt;8. some of the best restaurant experiences ever&lt;br /&gt;9. heaven-breakfasts with good coffee (don't know how else to say it)&lt;br /&gt;10. a comfortable bed to sleep on in a peaceful home&lt;br /&gt;11. SUNSHINE...and lots of it!&lt;br /&gt;12. marriage growth&lt;br /&gt;13. getting my hair chopped some more&lt;br /&gt;14. sinking into my seat at 120 mph (only for a second, and no I wasn't the one driving)&lt;br /&gt;15. waking up with no alarm clock (even it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; 6:00 in the morning)&lt;br /&gt;16. missing the kids - an opportunity to treasure them even more&lt;br /&gt;17. Pita Jungle&lt;br /&gt;18. having a groovy girlfriend to scour clothing racks with&lt;br /&gt;19. becoming the owner of a perfume I've wanted for more than a year&lt;br /&gt;20. not being pregnant&lt;br /&gt;21. cacti &amp;amp; palm trees &amp;amp; endless blue sky&lt;br /&gt;22. having a good long cry (sometimes you just need one)&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;em&gt;leaving&lt;/em&gt; the party&lt;br /&gt;24. garmin&lt;br /&gt;25. receiving permission to go to an 8-day yoga retreat in Costa Rica&lt;br /&gt;26. discovering fabulous music&lt;br /&gt;27. the highlight of my trip: Sunday... taking a long drive with my husband up into the mountains, enjoying the scenery, stopping for delicious food at the Spotted Donkey, holding hands in the art gallery, eating Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's ice cream, taking photos of ourselves next to a cactus, driving through a gorgeous mountaintop neighborhood, dreaming of our future, watching the sunset, marvelling at the purple mountain majesty (now I get it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Andy agrees with me. Our time together on Sunday was worth the whole trip. He said it's like dessert - we'd rather have a few bites of a gourmet, beautifully-presented masterpiece of a dessert than a whole 5-gallon bucket of some cheap ice cream. Don't get me wrong...I need &lt;em&gt;quantities&lt;/em&gt; of time with my husband, but this sure was some of the best &lt;em&gt;quality&lt;/em&gt; time we've ever had. Thank you, Andy, for taking me with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and a huge THANK YOU to Skip &amp;amp; Janet and my mom &amp;amp; dad for providing childcare!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-1523855731764981015?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/1523855731764981015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=1523855731764981015' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/1523855731764981015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/1523855731764981015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/03/valleys-and-peaks.html' title='the valleys and the peaks'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-741020168417168789</id><published>2008-03-09T16:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:18:49.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sunshine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R9RdG5tXWBI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XdTXKO6Aw2A/s1600-h/DSC_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175864244907235346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R9RdG5tXWBI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XdTXKO6Aw2A/s320/DSC_0149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175863076676130818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R9RcC5tXWAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EAhnsVOP9m0/s320/DSC_0081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cannot wait to see the kiddies again! But for today, I'm going to enjoy the sUNsHinE!!!&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/11163755-741020168417168789?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/741020168417168789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=741020168417168789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/741020168417168789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/741020168417168789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/03/sunshine.html' title='sunshine!'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R9RdG5tXWBI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XdTXKO6Aw2A/s72-c/DSC_0149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-2422026678616204072</id><published>2008-02-29T18:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T19:03:07.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LEAP for joy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today is Andrew's 7th birthday!!! Please leave a comment naming 7 random things you love about my wonderful husband! And I'll go first...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. he's the most &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;professional&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;savvy&lt;/span&gt; businessman I know, but also...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. he's probably the &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;silliest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, most &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; grown-up boy ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. he's &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;H-O-T...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  ::tsssss::  (sorry, hun, I couldn't resist)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. he brings &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;balance&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;laughter&lt;/span&gt; to our family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. he has a solid &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;work ethic&lt;/span&gt; coupled with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;integrity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. he's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;musical&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;artsy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;creative&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. he is&lt;/span&gt; truly &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;coolest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; guy I know, and if I had to choose a husband today ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'D STILL CHOOSE HIM!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Andy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;With love, Autumn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-2422026678616204072?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/2422026678616204072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=2422026678616204072' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/2422026678616204072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/2422026678616204072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/02/leap-for-joy.html' title='LEAP for joy!'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-420804848906196891</id><published>2008-02-25T12:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T12:45:28.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me some ideas...</title><content type='html'>I need your help. Read my most recent post at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://savarysensations.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Savary Sensations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-420804848906196891?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/420804848906196891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=420804848906196891' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/420804848906196891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/420804848906196891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/02/give-me-some-ideas.html' title='Give me some ideas...'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-1672506954971861165</id><published>2008-02-24T19:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:18:51.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Post!</title><content type='html'>ummm... &lt;a href="http://www.5boysandagirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Janet&lt;/a&gt; will appreciate this... Out of 100+ pictures from birthday party night, there was only one with me in it (and not quite blog-worthy.) But some of these are pretty cute! There are several photos of my little cousins, a couple of my kiddos, and a few of Birthday Boy Andy. I sooo love that my daughter is not a prissy prim-and-proper girl. I'm trying to encourage her creativity, imagination, and wonderful artistry. So what if she insists on wearing rainbow-striped tights, polka dot shorts, and ladybug rain boots all at the same time?! Maybe she'll be a trendsetter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mazie and Hailey posing for the camera. Erik must have been hiding because this was about the only picture of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170705907036235122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R8IJoHropXI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ciJRbkWeLLc/s200/HaileyMazie.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R8IJZXropWI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Wlba6B0eiqs/s1600-h/erikblurry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170705653633164642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R8IJZXropWI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Wlba6B0eiqs/s200/erikblurry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R8IJoXropYI/AAAAAAAAAUk/wgCYy42Ijcg/s1600-h/Hcrazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170705911331202434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R8IJoXropYI/AAAAAAAAAUk/wgCYy42Ijcg/s200/Hcrazy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R8IJonropZI/AAAAAAAAAUs/GBf488XtxJY/s1600-h/Hwild.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170705915626169746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R8IJonropZI/AAAAAAAAAUs/GBf488XtxJY/s200/Hwild.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my most favoritest women in the world (and one precious cousin). Noah loves to play dress-up, and check the masculine wrapping paper my mom used for Andy's birthday gifts. ;) His card played "Macho Man" when it was opened. There's a family joke there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R8IJo3ropaI/AAAAAAAAAU0/1Is5Qxprgf0/s1600-h/JanetCamilleMom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170705919921137058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R8IJo3ropaI/AAAAAAAAAU0/1Is5Qxprgf0/s200/JanetCamilleMom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R8IJpHropbI/AAAAAAAAAU8/CW4OCzFvd4I/s1600-h/noahfrills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170705924216104370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R8IJpHropbI/AAAAAAAAAU8/CW4OCzFvd4I/s200/noahfrills.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more cousins...all BOY. I think Andy was having a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R8IJYXropSI/AAAAAAAAAT0/1pK0UrFkei0/s1600-h/boyswithguns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170705636453295394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R8IJYXropSI/AAAAAAAAAT0/1pK0UrFkei0/s200/boyswithguns.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R8IJNHropOI/AAAAAAAAATU/oL2A4WroGrE/s1600-h/Andycloseup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170705443179767010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R8IJNHropOI/AAAAAAAAATU/oL2A4WroGrE/s200/Andycloseup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In lieu of "cake"...obviously someone had swiped a few before the photo was taken. Happy Birthday, Andy and Caitlyn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R8IJYnropTI/AAAAAAAAAT8/oDA3__Ubww4/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170705640748262706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R8IJYnropTI/AAAAAAAAAT8/oDA3__Ubww4/s200/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R8IJNXropPI/AAAAAAAAATc/qWhGQbITWC0/s1600-h/andylaughing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170705447474734322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R8IJNXropPI/AAAAAAAAATc/qWhGQbITWC0/s200/andylaughing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camille and Caitlyn. Connor enjoys his root beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R8IJZHropUI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Qp2oBDXCj0E/s1600-h/camillecaitlyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170705649338197314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R8IJZHropUI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Qp2oBDXCj0E/s200/camillecaitlyn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R8IJZHropVI/AAAAAAAAAUM/QamlZwB2F7I/s1600-h/connorpop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170705649338197330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R8IJZHropVI/AAAAAAAAAUM/QamlZwB2F7I/s200/connorpop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clockwise from top: Zachary, Donavan, Colby, Cameron. I think I scared baby Andrew just a teensy bit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R8IJM3ropNI/AAAAAAAAATM/74Yv4DB5O9M/s1600-h/4boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170705438884799698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R8IJM3ropNI/AAAAAAAAATM/74Yv4DB5O9M/s200/4boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R8IJN3ropRI/AAAAAAAAATs/QTuMNlsM1_s/s1600-h/babyandrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170705456064668946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R8IJN3ropRI/AAAAAAAAATs/QTuMNlsM1_s/s200/babyandrew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R8IJNnropQI/AAAAAAAAATk/0Z3j-0nTFUU/s1600-h/Andymartini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170705451769701634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R8IJNnropQI/AAAAAAAAATk/0Z3j-0nTFUU/s200/Andymartini.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-1672506954971861165?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/1672506954971861165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=1672506954971861165' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/1672506954971861165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/1672506954971861165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/02/photo-post.html' title='Photo Post!'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/R8IJoHropXI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ciJRbkWeLLc/s72-c/HaileyMazie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-4764024527213906009</id><published>2008-02-24T09:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T09:24:26.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>random tidbits... or titbits, hee hee</title><content type='html'>i'm happy my fave local coffee shop has started having live music nights. :) i was there last night, and it was groovy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until now i have neglected to mention that Andybubba is taking me to arizona soon! sunshine, here i come!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ear is still draining (yuck) and i don't want to take my hearing ability for granted ever again...i feel handicapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want your boobies to grow, just gain a few pounds! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-4764024527213906009?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/4764024527213906009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=4764024527213906009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/4764024527213906009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/4764024527213906009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/02/random-tidbits-or-titbits-hee-hee.html' title='random tidbits... or titbits, hee hee'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-3652340740940126918</id><published>2008-02-22T16:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T16:38:19.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yowza!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;My eardrum&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;ruptured&lt;/em&gt; while I was taking my exam this morning! It hurt so so so so so badly, and it's still aching and "leaking" and I still can't hear very well...and the things I &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; hear sound warped like your voice when you talk into a fan. I have fun memories of doing that as a kid. I think I could still get a kick out of it I owned a fan. :) Anyway, I hope it gets better soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Em, you would be so proud! :) It has definitely been a week of growth. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-3652340740940126918?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/3652340740940126918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=3652340740940126918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/3652340740940126918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/3652340740940126918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/02/yowza.html' title='yowza!!!'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-7230034531881796113</id><published>2008-02-22T06:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T07:03:08.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pain, pain, go away!</title><content type='html'>bags under my eyes. i have been up since 3:00 this morning. nursing exam at 8:00. sooo not prepared for it. burned out on studying. having trouble concentrating. the pain in my ear doesn't help. that's what woke me up so early. why these ear infections?!? why now? every tiny burp is excruciating. how annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a more positive note, the kids seem to be getting better. motherly instinct worked this time...$100+ wasn't wasted to have a physician announce that we have a virus and simply have to ride it out. Noah's fever went away yesterday so we're in the clear for tonight's extended family February birthday party...Happy Birthday, Andy! (Feb 29)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave my first injection yesterday!!!!!!! my darling friend Rachel said she didn't even feel it! i have never had trouble with shots...i'll volunteer to let classmates practice on my arm all day. no big deal. now let me tell you that &lt;em&gt;administering&lt;/em&gt; them is a whole new ballgame. i got all my supplies prepared, wiped her arm with the alcohol swab, grabbed her arm in one hand, syringe in the other, and then.... got a wee bit WOOZY. i was so scared. my instructor was saying things like "take some deep breaths, Autumn" but i finally got the nerve to stab her arm and i'm relieved it went so well (i passed medication administration!) and honestly i can't wait to do it again and again, haha! (now that just makes me feel evil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. seriously, i was dead-set against it, but i think i'm going to have to buy some new scrubs for school. my pants seem to have "shrunk!" and i guess that's okay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-7230034531881796113?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/7230034531881796113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=7230034531881796113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/7230034531881796113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/7230034531881796113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/02/pain-pain-go-away.html' title='pain, pain, go away!'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-625103322914447716</id><published>2008-02-19T15:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T16:02:15.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CVICU &amp; some random thoughts</title><content type='html'>Hailey keeps saying "Mommy, I'm a fan of &lt;em&gt;you.&lt;/em&gt;" awwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working in CVICU (cardiovascular intensive care unit) over the weekend was a good learning experience. It was a big wake-up call for me, a reminder that I am not studying &lt;em&gt;to make good grades&lt;/em&gt;...I am studying &lt;em&gt;to save lives&lt;/em&gt;. One person told me that CVICU is the most intensive unit in the hospital. I was intimidated by all the tubes/lines/wires that were attached to my patients. There were so many machines. The nurses and other staff were very friendly and helpful. I almost passed out a few times (was literally blacking out and squatting down to the floor so I wouldn't fall and hit my head) then the nurse I was with figured out that I had never worked a night shift and did not think to EAT. So she gave me a piece of pizza and a little while later I felt better. It took me ALL WEEKEND to recover from that night shift (legs/feet and fatigue). Not sure if I'm recovered &lt;em&gt;yet&lt;/em&gt; actually. I didn't crack a textbook open all weekend so I'm feeling a bit behind...and also hope I'm not getting sick. Got that malaise thing going on. Noah and Hailey are coughing... the school nurse called me to pick up Hailey early today. I think I hear some crackles and wheezes (we played "doctor" with my stethescope when we got home) but she acts okay and doesn't have a significant temperature. hmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy's birthday is coming up! It's birthday #7 for him, hee hee!!! He's my leap day Babe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailey went to her best friend's birthday party this weekend and had a ball! She is still talking about it. She won the pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey game and viciously attacked the pinata. She talks about her friend (the birthday girl) every single day (no exaggeration here!) and they are a riot to watch when they're together (didn't know 2 little girls could make so much NOISE!) Anyway, the other day Hailey told me how they first met. "On the very first day of school I said 'Turn the page' and Paige said 'Hey!&lt;em&gt; You just said my name&lt;/em&gt;!'" And they lived happily ever after. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's time for me to quit stalling. I need to study. And do laundry. And do both some more. And maybe I'll get so much done that I can justify watching American Idol tonight!!! (one of my guilty pleasures...anyone else a crazy fan?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-625103322914447716?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/625103322914447716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=625103322914447716' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/625103322914447716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/625103322914447716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/02/cvicu-some-random-thoughts.html' title='CVICU &amp; some random thoughts'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-1472464080620942140</id><published>2008-02-15T19:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T19:44:33.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another lookalike, V-day, my first day @ work</title><content type='html'>Today a classmate said she thinks I look like Katie Holmes with my bangs. It's funny how everyone sees things differently. I guess it's all a matter of perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy surprised me last night with babysitter arrangements, a movie, and dinner. I was planning to cook dinner and then study for this morning's medical terminology exam. We went to see Juno and then tried P.F. Changs for the first time. The entree (some kind of spicy curry rice noodle dish with cilantro, chicken and the &lt;em&gt;tastiest &lt;/em&gt;shrimp ever!) was delicious, and I had a wonderful glass of J. Lohr Cabernet. Though I like a variety of wines, Cabernet Sauvignon is my wine of choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided I better roll up my sleeves and get oriented to working at the hospital. I chose to start tonight because I've heard it's pretty slow at night, and that might give me some time to find my way around and get familiar with equipment, etc. So I'm working 2400 - 0600 (midnight to 6:00 AM) oh. my. gosh. I'm in no way a night owl so this should be an interesting experience. Also (on the "interesting things" note) my scheduling lady put me in critical care! I don't know if that means ICU or step-down unit or NICU or ER or what?! I'll find out when I get to the hospital. So now I'm going to put my new "hunter green" (bright and atrocious) in the dryer and try to get some rest. (Andy's working and the kids are here with me so &lt;em&gt;rest&lt;/em&gt; might be elusive.) ::sigh:: pray for me! I get so nervous when starting something new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-1472464080620942140?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/1472464080620942140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=1472464080620942140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/1472464080620942140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/1472464080620942140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/02/another-lookalike-v-day-my-first-day.html' title='another lookalike, V-day, my first day @ work'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-4256739984091572145</id><published>2008-02-11T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T13:14:16.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lookalike</title><content type='html'>I'm studying at a local coffee shop today. Someone just told me I look Anne Hathaway. Must be the new bangs. I'll have to get Andy to take a pic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-4256739984091572145?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/4256739984091572145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=4256739984091572145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/4256739984091572145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/4256739984091572145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/02/lookalike.html' title='lookalike'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-5812642608795789727</id><published>2008-02-11T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T11:39:13.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>irréparable</title><content type='html'>spoken into existence&lt;br /&gt;irretrievable&lt;br /&gt;filled with energy,&lt;br /&gt;potential,&lt;br /&gt;and possibility.&lt;br /&gt;capable of healing&lt;br /&gt;yet so able to destroy.&lt;br /&gt;memorable&lt;br /&gt;for better or for worse.&lt;br /&gt;oh please, loved one,&lt;br /&gt;won't you forget&lt;br /&gt;the thoughtless words&lt;br /&gt;i spoke to you?&lt;br /&gt;so filled with regret&lt;br /&gt;am i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me kiss your feet.&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-5812642608795789727?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/5812642608795789727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=5812642608795789727' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/5812642608795789727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/5812642608795789727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/02/irrparable.html' title='irréparable'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11163755.post-9112535518750236029</id><published>2008-02-09T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T11:36:48.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>precious</title><content type='html'>the other morning Noah and I were having breakfast together at the dining room table. he held out his hand and I gave him a high five. he grabbed onto my hand, leaned toward my face and said, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"mom, you're so precious."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;altogether now: "awwww!" it made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i'm happy to have a hair appointment today. tonight is knit nite. it's also a game night with fellow nursing students...i'm quite torn between the two events and will probably do a little of both. Andy's mom and dad are in town, and the kids are having a blast spending time with them. it's gorgeous outside today (sunny and mid-60's) so we're planning to walk to a nearby playground. i'm going to try really hard today to &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; do any studying. i seem to be more productive when i take a real break once in awhile (but that's hard for me to do.) the driver side window in my land rover is stuck ... rolled all the way down. the two automotive shops we use are closed on the weekend. boo. i highly recommend ordering citrus straight from Florida groves. so sweet and juicy and delicious! there are flower buds on the tree outside. yippee! the coming of spring is hope-inspiring. it won't be winter forever. hope you all have a lovely weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11163755-9112535518750236029?l=sweethephzibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/feeds/9112535518750236029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11163755&amp;postID=9112535518750236029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/9112535518750236029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11163755/posts/default/9112535518750236029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethephzibah.blogspot.com/2008/02/precious.html' title='precious'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371955087651850618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0s69wjtRz4/TP5OGySgbnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/esQhApaPVpU/S220/IMG_0254_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
