<?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-16695389</id><updated>2012-01-26T13:57:43.864-07:00</updated><category term='Book Reviews'/><category term='Joy Challenge'/><category term='Judy'/><category term='TV'/><category term='scrapbooking'/><category term='Thing One'/><category term='T'/><category term='Blog Challenges'/><category term='scooter'/><category term='Thing Two'/><category term='Wordless Wednesday'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='POTD'/><category term='Thankful 2010'/><category term='Nurse Tales'/><category term='MT Vacation'/><category term='thankful 2009'/><category term='Thankful 2011'/><category term='th'/><title type='text'>Ride along with the Chang Gang</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1052</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-8367560378791123701</id><published>2012-01-22T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T09:04:57.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons Learned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ufo7ixaMMo/TxwxbH1IKRI/AAAAAAAACxM/vGo-mRr5lno/s1600/DSC_4888.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ufo7ixaMMo/TxwxbH1IKRI/AAAAAAAACxM/vGo-mRr5lno/s320/DSC_4888.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The waiting ended on Saturday, January 14th. &amp;nbsp;In the early hours of the morning, Judy lost her battle with cancer. &amp;nbsp;This past week has actually been one of quiet calmness as we all knew what came next. &amp;nbsp;The funeral was Friday, a packed house on a warm sunny Colorado day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I find myself reflecting on some lessons I have learned through this experience. &amp;nbsp;I'm sure the list will continue to grow in the months that follow. &amp;nbsp;But, in the moment, here is a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FIrLmlw_2Uc/TxwtGj-ZFnI/AAAAAAAACw8/1EG7yma06CA/s1600/PD_0049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FIrLmlw_2Uc/TxwtGj-ZFnI/AAAAAAAACw8/1EG7yma06CA/s320/PD_0049.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;b&gt;.Stay in touch.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In the year before Judy got sick, both she and I found ourselves seeing less and less of each other. &amp;nbsp;No, we hadn't had a falling out or anything dramatic. &amp;nbsp;Nope, it was as simple as the kids got older, the schedules got fuller and we just sort of drifted apart. &amp;nbsp;As I look back on the past 8 months, I was able to re-connect with an old friend. &amp;nbsp;And yet, even that was bittersweet. &amp;nbsp;As a nurse, it was only natural that I played the "what if" game of being an early detector. &amp;nbsp;What if we had been together more in those months leading up to her illness, would I have sensed her health was more compromised and pushed her to go see the doctor sooner? &amp;nbsp;I know that the&lt;i&gt; What if game &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;really doesn't get you &amp;nbsp;anywhere...so &amp;nbsp;instead, I shall focus on the importance of staying in touch. &amp;nbsp;Make time for coffee with friends, drop in unannounced (as I used to do but had gotten out of the habit), make those ritual &amp;nbsp;summer trips back to Wisconsin to see friends and family. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;If face-to-face contact isn't always realistic, at least stay in touch through other means. &amp;nbsp; Email, phone calls, facebook: &amp;nbsp;use what you've got but stay in touch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WyxRPEdlr84/TxwpBztoPQI/AAAAAAAACwc/GZIE8yheyHE/s1600/Judy+2002+%25285%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WyxRPEdlr84/TxwpBztoPQI/AAAAAAAACwc/GZIE8yheyHE/s200/Judy+2002+%25285%2529.JPG" width="195" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. &amp;nbsp;Bake Cookies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Eric's eulogy (which by the way, rocked the house), he mentioned so many things about Judy but for me, the cookie baking remains a lingering memory. &amp;nbsp;Who doesn't prefer a home baked cookie over a store bought variety? &amp;nbsp;I can think of no better way to show someone you care by offering them a home-baked cookie (or other baked treat). &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;So, there you go, you have been warned...expect more cookies to be coming your way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BGh_WB_Xq8U/TxwqMATY6bI/AAAAAAAACw0/R3I8nCmqjLI/s1600/Marching+Band+Surprise+5.26.2011+%25284%2529+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BGh_WB_Xq8U/TxwqMATY6bI/AAAAAAAACw0/R3I8nCmqjLI/s320/Marching+Band+Surprise+5.26.2011+%25284%2529+-+Copy.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. &amp;nbsp;Create a community&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of along the lines of staying in touch, &amp;nbsp;yet this is a broader lesson. &amp;nbsp;Honestly, we can't be in touch and close with everyone that we meet. &amp;nbsp;That dilutes the quality of our relationships.. &amp;nbsp;But, we can create a sense of community that supports us when one is in a rough spot. &amp;nbsp;Judy's many communities were well represented on Friday. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Beyond her immediate family, I spotted members of Eric's work community, friends from Judy's volunteer efforts, many friends from the girls' school communities. &amp;nbsp;But the one that warmed my heart the most was seeing so many people from our own neighborhood community of Park View. &amp;nbsp;Maybe they had met Judy only while she was out walking her huge dogs through the open spaces. &amp;nbsp;Or perhaps they only knew of her through others stories of her fun filled ways. Perhaps they were part of her amazing Angel Tree. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It didn't really matter: here in the suburbs, where we often wonder does anyone know their neighbors any more, was a community that really came together. &amp;nbsp;It is critical that where ever we go, whatever we do...we connect with our community on some level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N2OE8gw76Fw/TxwpbxUJJvI/AAAAAAAACwk/9OaSE6qfuoo/s1600/Easter+2009+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N2OE8gw76Fw/TxwpbxUJJvI/AAAAAAAACwk/9OaSE6qfuoo/s320/Easter+2009+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. &amp;nbsp;Be Happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By far, the biggest lesson I have learned from Judy during our 14+ years of friendship is to Be Happy. &amp;nbsp;A couple years ago, long before this cancer became known, I shared my gratitude of Judy in &lt;a href="http://www.changgang1.blogspot.com/2008/11/gratitude-challenge-day-13.html"&gt;one of &amp;nbsp;my Thanksgiving posts. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; Those observations of her being able to find&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Joy in the Journey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; remain stronger than ever. &amp;nbsp;Being happy was Judy's trademark feature. &amp;nbsp;A few of us were included into her inner circle and know that she had plenty of reasons to be less than happy with the way her childhood abruptly ended when she was 14 and her mother passed away rather suddenly. &amp;nbsp;She did not let that define her adult experiences and went on to be part of one of the happiest marriages I have ever seen, raising 3 amazing, bright, and happy girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YSuXlCF7cHI/TxwxOeTqmlI/AAAAAAAACxE/c1jSx8oKmIE/s1600/DSC_4901+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YSuXlCF7cHI/TxwxOeTqmlI/AAAAAAAACxE/c1jSx8oKmIE/s320/DSC_4901+%25281%2529.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was diagnosed, her desire to be happy continued to be a request of hers. &amp;nbsp;As a slightly more cynical type, I thought at first this was a coping strategy more closely aligned with denial. &amp;nbsp;But, as I watched her story unfold, I realized, nope, this was simply Judy's way of approaching her illness. &amp;nbsp;Through this ability to be happy, even when there are 1001 reasons not be...she is showing her daughters that you can make it through tough times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Judy, her tough times have ended. &amp;nbsp;Her faith in God and her belief in the everlasting life assures us that she &amp;nbsp;continues to be happy. &amp;nbsp;We honor her and her friendship when we try to find that happiness and joy in this journey...even if we are a bit more of an Eeyore in our approach to life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/c6Hx2yHgO-4/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c6Hx2yHgO-4?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c6Hx2yHgO-4?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Judy...thank you for the friendship and the love...you will remain forever in my heart!&lt;br /&gt;Ciao Chick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-8367560378791123701?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/8367560378791123701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=8367560378791123701&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/8367560378791123701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/8367560378791123701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2012/01/lessons-learned.html' title='Lessons Learned'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ufo7ixaMMo/TxwxbH1IKRI/AAAAAAAACxM/vGo-mRr5lno/s72-c/DSC_4888.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-6505551097354011993</id><published>2012-01-14T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T10:21:13.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Returning to a favorite</title><content type='html'>Last night, I completed a covert operation. &amp;nbsp;Having received word from my sources that someone in the House of Lish was struggling, I kidnapped Judy's middle daughter, Allie and took her over to "her other mom's" house (&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;thanks Donna for letting us crash your family dinner)&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Together we laughed, cried, told sassy stories (&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;ok, that was mostly MY doing)&lt;/span&gt; and celebrated the gifts that come from making friends out of our neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, recovering from the migraine I had during the night (&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;was it the tears or the red wine? &amp;nbsp;Probably a little bit of both&lt;/span&gt;) I was reminded of this video. &amp;nbsp;I shared it a few years ago on my blog but now the sentiments are even more relevant given the struggles of the past 8 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit in "waiting mode", it is good to be reminded of the truth...we will transcend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tissues required&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/u_4qwVLqt9Q?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-6505551097354011993?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/6505551097354011993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=6505551097354011993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/6505551097354011993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/6505551097354011993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2012/01/returning-to-favorite.html' title='Returning to a favorite'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/u_4qwVLqt9Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-4009249078963783621</id><published>2011-12-28T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T15:28:28.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I learned from Christmas 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AGCC0JRzr-E/TvuTEotVfRI/AAAAAAAACu8/TjV6pAGvFAg/s1600/PD_0020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AGCC0JRzr-E/TvuTEotVfRI/AAAAAAAACu8/TjV6pAGvFAg/s320/PD_0020.JPG" width="206" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Try not to blink...because if you do...the little boy in the overalls, waiting anxiously for Santa to arrive, is soon ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PMgmsCKoRCc/TvuTxEPmGQI/AAAAAAAACv0/8goiVAKRRrQ/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PMgmsCKoRCc/TvuTxEPmGQI/AAAAAAAACv0/8goiVAKRRrQ/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A young man of 12, willing and able to help his family and the neighbors deal with the close to the foot of snow that arrived just days before Christmas. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f72yy1NqZp8/TvuTM2xhiAI/AAAAAAAACvE/8Ulkk_zSl5c/s1600/DSC01326.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f72yy1NqZp8/TvuTM2xhiAI/AAAAAAAACvE/8Ulkk_zSl5c/s320/DSC01326.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;When all else fails, caramel corn that tastes just like Grandma used to make is sure to bring about some holiday cheer....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vmRRweLyiSY/TvuTPkz_1YI/AAAAAAAACvM/okzjc9-l8WM/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vmRRweLyiSY/TvuTPkz_1YI/AAAAAAAACvM/okzjc9-l8WM/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, Things given too much sugar are likely to prove to be less than cooperative when you try to take the traditional Christmas Eve-new pajamas photo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6_gm86zyF2E/TvuTZW_TYUI/AAAAAAAACvU/AR3MSs3j2ws/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6_gm86zyF2E/TvuTZW_TYUI/AAAAAAAACvU/AR3MSs3j2ws/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And while they decided they were too old to build gingerbread houses...they are not too old to build a lego set (Thanks Auntie Laura, it was a HUGE hit!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VEnNrET917c/TvuTbE5jGsI/AAAAAAAACvc/HaUS9Noqx0A/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VEnNrET917c/TvuTbE5jGsI/AAAAAAAACvc/HaUS9Noqx0A/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;When I set my mind to it....I can indeed channel my inner Martha and put together a delicious feast worthy of the title "food porn". &amp;nbsp;(notice, veggies without company? &amp;nbsp;better call the doctor, she must be sick!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wNNJ2hn_4y8/TvuThVB4DZI/AAAAAAAACvk/3YGW0Hx7Vaw/s1600/DSC_0084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wNNJ2hn_4y8/TvuThVB4DZI/AAAAAAAACvk/3YGW0Hx7Vaw/s320/DSC_0084.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Just like when they were younger, playing with the packaging is half the fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3u0EF_mk6I/TvuTlAotWGI/AAAAAAAACvs/Ep7FAWWbl1I/s1600/DSC_0048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3u0EF_mk6I/TvuTlAotWGI/AAAAAAAACvs/Ep7FAWWbl1I/s320/DSC_0048.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Santa not only sees all, he apparently smelled all! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-axlaOzrdIto/TvuTy1zpjuI/AAAAAAAACv8/0LCj2ZjpRww/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-axlaOzrdIto/TvuTy1zpjuI/AAAAAAAACv8/0LCj2ZjpRww/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The hubby...can indeed smile (he's got this week off from work...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_DIP7OPch4s/TvuT44zlOsI/AAAAAAAACwE/wWO-tPRo5lM/s1600/DSC_0090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_DIP7OPch4s/TvuT44zlOsI/AAAAAAAACwE/wWO-tPRo5lM/s320/DSC_0090.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;14 is not too old for a pillow pet...especially if you finally find a moose one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As we finish out the year, I recall the blessings of this year....good food, good times, good friends and of course, &amp;nbsp;good health. &amp;nbsp;No matter what sadness and challenges cross our path, may I always find the courage to REMEMBER all that is good in my life! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-4009249078963783621?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/4009249078963783621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=4009249078963783621&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/4009249078963783621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/4009249078963783621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-i-learned-from-christmas-2011.html' title='What I learned from Christmas 2011'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AGCC0JRzr-E/TvuTEotVfRI/AAAAAAAACu8/TjV6pAGvFAg/s72-c/PD_0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-4121887923395784530</id><published>2011-12-18T17:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T19:02:31.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IKEA, the rest of the story...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yxfb9aAmDJU/Tu6Dz6TelUI/AAAAAAAACtE/imXXttGGII4/s1600/IKEA+Funnies+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yxfb9aAmDJU/Tu6Dz6TelUI/AAAAAAAACtE/imXXttGGII4/s200/IKEA+Funnies+%25283%2529.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It all started rather innocent...The Things were asking about new chairs for their video den. &amp;nbsp;I suggested we check out what they had at IKEA. &lt;br /&gt;But first, we decided to grab a snack...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bDo8gVDtSuc/Tu6D7kwWf-I/AAAAAAAACtU/K7-SKPht5po/s1600/IKEA+Funnies+%25286%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bDo8gVDtSuc/Tu6D7kwWf-I/AAAAAAAACtU/K7-SKPht5po/s200/IKEA+Funnies+%25286%2529.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And, while I wasn't looking, I fear they over-indulged on Mountain Dew and Lingonberry &amp;nbsp;Soda. &amp;nbsp;For we hadn't gotten very far when younger Thing announced he needed to use the restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he ran towards the nearest (and maybe only) bathroom, he started to giggle "&lt;i&gt;Man, those Swedes must have BIG bladders...I can't believe a store this big has only ONE bathroom? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L6ybbH4hP4I/Tu6D3lCZ9gI/AAAAAAAACtM/kEf_zurLqQA/s1600/IKEA+Funnies+%25287%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L6ybbH4hP4I/Tu6D3lCZ9gI/AAAAAAAACtM/kEf_zurLqQA/s200/IKEA+Funnies+%25287%2529.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Giddy Up, Crazy Child!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;And from there...we all got a case of the giggles. &amp;nbsp;I watched in wonder &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;and in delight as they entertained me with their silly and humorous ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4k2d_s7bu7w/Tu6EL07MQFI/AAAAAAAACt0/TqSJjqWmL-Q/s1600/IKEA+Funnies+%252815%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z2OsY8fm6ao/Tu6EXCdt1FI/AAAAAAAACt8/-Z7u77CjNJk/s1600/IKEA+Funnies+%252812%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4k2d_s7bu7w/Tu6EL07MQFI/AAAAAAAACt0/TqSJjqWmL-Q/s1600/IKEA+Funnies+%252815%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4k2d_s7bu7w/Tu6EL07MQFI/AAAAAAAACt0/TqSJjqWmL-Q/s200/IKEA+Funnies+%252815%2529.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even I couldn't resist joining in the mayhem&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9vur428LXF4/Tu6EbAbbKRI/AAAAAAAACuE/QXefZj3xGEc/s1600/IKEA+Funnies+%252814%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9vur428LXF4/Tu6EbAbbKRI/AAAAAAAACuE/QXefZj3xGEc/s200/IKEA+Funnies+%252814%2529.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bucket Boys...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pp9fWVCCcq8/Tu6EAXx4hrI/AAAAAAAACtc/dQVEnda3eio/s1600/IKEA+Funnies+%252810%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pp9fWVCCcq8/Tu6EAXx4hrI/AAAAAAAACtc/dQVEnda3eio/s320/IKEA+Funnies+%252810%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were rather amused to find a doll that looked "just like us"....but of course, it couldn't stop there...they went on about "you didn't put us in pink striped onesies" did you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hDUGr3DUMcw/Tu6WjxB0_sI/AAAAAAAACuU/R3dczx-3OGw/s1600/IKEA+Funnies+%25289%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hDUGr3DUMcw/Tu6WjxB0_sI/AAAAAAAACuU/R3dczx-3OGw/s200/IKEA+Funnies+%25289%2529.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wwL6hv5RjOA/Tu6WgefbxQI/AAAAAAAACuM/BZiWLxZdWmA/s1600/IKEA+Funnies+%25288%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wwL6hv5RjOA/Tu6WgefbxQI/AAAAAAAACuM/BZiWLxZdWmA/s200/IKEA+Funnies+%25288%2529.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Through the laughter of it all...I was reminded what the Christmas season should be about...spending time with those we love, those who make us laugh and those who are able to distract us, if just for a few hours from the worries of the day. &amp;nbsp;Thanks Boys! &amp;nbsp;You made my day! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And sadly, we left IKEA empty handed...as the chairs were deemed "not right, Ma"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-4121887923395784530?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/4121887923395784530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=4121887923395784530&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/4121887923395784530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/4121887923395784530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/12/ikea-rest-of-story.html' title='IKEA, the rest of the story...'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yxfb9aAmDJU/Tu6Dz6TelUI/AAAAAAAACtE/imXXttGGII4/s72-c/IKEA+Funnies+%25283%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-796465844050610400</id><published>2011-12-18T08:01:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T08:17:15.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who needs Disney?</title><content type='html'>Friday, the Things were in r.a.r.e form as we visited IKEA.  Not sure what it was, but the planets were all in alignment and all three of us were in sync with the sillies.  I've tried to upload other photos but Blogger isn't wanting to play nice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead, I shall share with you their grand finale....dancing and singing.  &lt;br /&gt;I suppose it was one of those "You had to be there..."  but they really were wound up and crazy which just made me smile...for it was one of those days when all I could do was laugh it off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_XwSlnGWQGs?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-796465844050610400?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/796465844050610400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=796465844050610400&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/796465844050610400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/796465844050610400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/12/who-needs-disney.html' title='Who needs Disney?'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_XwSlnGWQGs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-844240652631494114</id><published>2011-12-03T19:27:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T20:00:58.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Day 28:  Thankful that by nature, I am a morning person.  I really enjoyed my long 5 day weekend.   I found myself staying up late and (gasp) sleeping in.    I worried that returning to work this morning would be challenge (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-align: left; "&gt;or stating it bluntly, re-entry was really going to s*ck).    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-align: left; "&gt; But the truth is, I am mostly a morning person.  So while I wasn't awake when the alarm went off at 5:20 a.m., after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; my hot shower and cup of coffee, I was set to face the challenges of work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nk3bsdQeuEI/TtrddFyj7lI/AAAAAAAACsU/Wtn5kPtRfoc/s320/Lish%2Bscanned%2Bpics%2B%25288%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682097371721494098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Judy (holding Thing 2) with her daughter Barb.  October 1999&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Day 29:  Today I am thankful for my health.  Oh sure, I have the random aches and pains, the occasional headaches and I am carrying more weight than I should for my height.  But overall, I am healthy as is my hubby and my kids.    Not everyone is so fortunate....we wait patiently to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;hear whether Judy's body is responding to the chemo she has been receiving.  Yesterday she was due to have some studies that would give the doctors insight into her condition.  I simply cannot imagine what that must be like...to put your body through such challenges as chemo, to endure the testing process and then to wait for the phone to ring with the results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8qJlugYVieI/TtrdzvBUuMI/AAAAAAAACsg/mh3rlBtvJ9M/s320/Abbott%2BValley%2B7.11.11%2B%25281%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682097760746387650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 30:  I'm thankful for online friends.   While they aren't physically close enough to be a part of our every day lives, they are still as dear to me and precious as my neighborhood friends.  Instead of gathering for coffee or joining in  book club, we connect through comments on blogs, exchanges on message boards and emails that all offer those same words of encouragement, reassurance and thoughtful insight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a quote that hangs in my craft room....&lt;i&gt;Friends are the family you meet along the way. &lt;/i&gt;When my mom made that for me so many years ago, she surely didn't know about Internet friendships (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;as Al Gore hadn't invented the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; yet&lt;/span&gt;)...but I am sure that she'd have to agree...it doesn't matter how the friendship starts...they really do play an important role in our lives.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank-you friends and family for joining me on this November journey of thankfulness....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-844240652631494114?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/844240652631494114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=844240652631494114&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/844240652631494114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/844240652631494114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/12/3-days-to-go.html' title='3 days to go'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nk3bsdQeuEI/TtrddFyj7lI/AAAAAAAACsU/Wtn5kPtRfoc/s72-c/Lish%2Bscanned%2Bpics%2B%25288%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-8717149845736319679</id><published>2011-12-03T19:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T19:26:46.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up continues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G58x6G4QCmM/TtrXFOe3sEI/AAAAAAAACsI/UIYG5Y0OgSw/s1600/DSC01227.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G58x6G4QCmM/TtrXFOe3sEI/AAAAAAAACsI/UIYG5Y0OgSw/s320/DSC01227.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682090364668194882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 25:  Thanks, but I'll have to pass on the madness of Black Friday shopping.  Instead, the boys asked to go see a movie.  And there is where I found my daily gratitude:  thankful that their taste in movies is maturing.  They asked to go see Tower Heist with Ben Stiller and Eddie Murphy.  It was a fun movie...and considerably less crowded than the Muppet Movie (which we'd all like to see as well, just not on opening weekend).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 26:  Thankful for finishing the family Christmas letter.  Yes, I know...it isn't even December 1st, but I'm wired such that I can't start the Christmas shopping, decorating or baking until I write the letter.  And sometimes the creative mojo just isn't flowing.  But it was today and so we cranked it out, picked some pictures and now all I need to do is put it all together and mail  them out in the next week or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-10fpHQtKZls/TtrXEhJ3U5I/AAAAAAAACr8/uQxT2f-cL_8/s1600/DSC01231.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-10fpHQtKZls/TtrXEhJ3U5I/AAAAAAAACr8/uQxT2f-cL_8/s320/DSC01231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682090352500495250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 27:  Thankful for a dedicated craft space.  While it is hard to believe if you saw how much stuff I still have, I have been working on clearing through some of my crafting supplies.  Recently, I reached the point where I decided I needed to reorganize the actual storage system and requested an early Christmas present.  This is the Expedit bookshelf, sold at IKEA and very popular with scrapbook fanatics because of the square design that fits our over-sized books so nicely.  I am in love with my reorganized space and am hopeful that the crafting mojo will really start to flow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-8717149845736319679?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/8717149845736319679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=8717149845736319679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/8717149845736319679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/8717149845736319679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/12/catching-up-continues.html' title='Catching up continues'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G58x6G4QCmM/TtrXFOe3sEI/AAAAAAAACsI/UIYG5Y0OgSw/s72-c/DSC01227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-5523727397609702767</id><published>2011-12-03T18:43:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T19:06:54.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrapping up thankfulness...Day 23 and 24</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wxftKor9zAA/TtrSUdtb0uI/AAAAAAAACrw/BWzqzEQNtQc/s1600/POTD33.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wxftKor9zAA/TtrSUdtb0uI/AAAAAAAACrw/BWzqzEQNtQc/s320/POTD33.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682085128895714018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 23...thankful for the gift of coffee club.  This is a picture from earlier this year, but every Wednesday, we gather at the local coffee shop for good coffee and great conversation.  Work gets in the way for some of us, but I know that the love and support of these women is just a quick phone call away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8FppyhekWiE/TtrRkIDvbqI/AAAAAAAACrM/y-Fvg6UEtxo/s320/DSC01225.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682084298449972898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tGaX5YQmxKI/TtrRjx1mhkI/AAAAAAAACrA/7-KvFfn1ayw/s320/DSC01224.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682084292485088834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tHAEl1Ffwmg/TtrRlGiYXKI/AAAAAAAACrc/RZjJBfUNYP4/s1600/DSC01231.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Day 24:  The big day of giving Thanks has arrived.  And this year, I was thankful for our simple plans to celebrate.  In years past, we've gathered with friends but this year would be different and we found ourselves home alone.  There was a sense of calm and quiet that came with just being together as a family of 4.  I'm sure next year I'll be up for playing hostess, but this year...it was a treat to just be with my 3 guys.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tHAEl1Ffwmg/TtrRlGiYXKI/AAAAAAAACrc/RZjJBfUNYP4/s1600/DSC01231.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-5523727397609702767?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/5523727397609702767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=5523727397609702767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/5523727397609702767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/5523727397609702767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/12/wrapping-up-thankfulnessday-23-and-24.html' title='Wrapping up thankfulness...Day 23 and 24'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wxftKor9zAA/TtrSUdtb0uI/AAAAAAAACrw/BWzqzEQNtQc/s72-c/POTD33.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-4136018595721390692</id><published>2011-11-22T21:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T21:26:38.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful for...Day 22</title><content type='html'>a good book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-4136018595721390692?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/4136018595721390692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=4136018595721390692&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/4136018595721390692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/4136018595721390692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-forday-22.html' title='Thankful for...Day 22'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-1077519213185914943</id><published>2011-11-21T20:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T20:05:59.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful for...Day 21</title><content type='html'>Another quick one...thankful for ibuprofen.  For a short week, it was a long day.  Leaving me with a headache and a back ache.  (I don't think I sat down for more than 5 minutes at a stretch today).  And to go with those Advil...I'm thankful for the hot bath that is next on the to-do list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-1077519213185914943?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/1077519213185914943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=1077519213185914943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/1077519213185914943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/1077519213185914943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-forday-21.html' title='Thankful for...Day 21'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-2966470949344444614</id><published>2011-11-20T18:14:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T18:27:23.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful for...Day 20</title><content type='html'>I'm thankful for "the team effort" that the Things and the Hubby have been  displaying here at The House of Chang.  Earlier this Fall, I was feeling over-worked and under-appreciated on the domestic home front and had several meltdowns and temper tantrums.  Not the ideal strategy to incorporate change, but hey...in my defense I was stressed.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since then, things have been so much better at home.  They all pitch in and the work gets done in half the time it took me to do solo.   Today, we tackled a couple bigger projects:  as we moved all the electronics out of the boys' bedrooms and finally bought Thing Two a real bed (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;he'd outgrown his twin bed, and initially thought a futon was the way to go, maximizing his floor space in his room.  Yeah...those things are not very comfortable, are they?&lt;/span&gt;).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  None of this would have been possible had we not all pitched in and worked together....thanks guys!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-2966470949344444614?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/2966470949344444614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=2966470949344444614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/2966470949344444614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/2966470949344444614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-forday-20.html' title='Thankful for...Day 20'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-5516445937756329676</id><published>2011-11-19T18:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T18:57:52.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful for...Day 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CRmfIttxM9Y/TshcyjI7TYI/AAAAAAAACq0/pZnEWqfuYK8/s1600/DSC01198.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CRmfIttxM9Y/TshcyjI7TYI/AAAAAAAACq0/pZnEWqfuYK8/s320/DSC01198.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676889353796406658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, the boys and I were reminded how fortunate we are to have the resources to put together a Thanksgiving meal.   Thanks, Terri for letting our family help your church in making sure that 200+ families in need will also have the items they need to feast next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-5516445937756329676?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/5516445937756329676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=5516445937756329676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/5516445937756329676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/5516445937756329676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-forday-19.html' title='Thankful for...Day 19'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CRmfIttxM9Y/TshcyjI7TYI/AAAAAAAACq0/pZnEWqfuYK8/s72-c/DSC01198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-2151929230517973597</id><published>2011-11-18T20:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T20:09:58.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful for...Day 18</title><content type='html'>Friday....and yes, some days, the gratitude is as simple as the day of the week.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-2151929230517973597?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/2151929230517973597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=2151929230517973597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/2151929230517973597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/2151929230517973597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-forday-18.html' title='Thankful for...Day 18'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-1103909088953704325</id><published>2011-11-17T17:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T17:57:41.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful for...Day 17</title><content type='html'>Google...oh how did we manage without it?&lt;div&gt;Especially when your oldest child remembered his homework (yeah) but forgot his notes....and it's been way too long since I had to balance a chemistry equation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;type in a quick search and boom...my old mama brain has been refreshed...and we're back in homework checking business!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-1103909088953704325?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/1103909088953704325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=1103909088953704325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/1103909088953704325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/1103909088953704325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-forday-17.html' title='Thankful for...Day 17'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-7360998811204984673</id><published>2011-11-16T20:12:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T20:29:55.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful for...Day 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GxcMxS8H2u4/TsR-M_1yQSI/AAAAAAAACqQ/Kw1LgBLZg9U/s320/DSC01183.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675800192154222882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thing Two has been having some struggles adjusting to the challenges of middle school. Frustrating times here in the House of Chang as we sort through forgotten homework, assignments not turned in, distracted in class and other "growing pains" that come with transitioning to middle school. His one consistently happy place is Orchestra. Tonight, we enjoyed his first concert. I am thankful that even in the middle of rough times, he has found something school related that puts a smile on his face. It gives me hope...that soon the rest of school will involve more smiles, and less tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pf0nMlNDvOo/TsR-NKJMTOI/AAAAAAAACqc/vRds7-hj7vo/s1600/DSC01196.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pf0nMlNDvOo/TsR-NKJMTOI/AAAAAAAACqc/vRds7-hj7vo/s320/DSC01196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675800194919976162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g2E_JXJHHGc/TsR-NsOOGXI/AAAAAAAACqo/jc__D2GCc3w/s320/DSC01195.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675800204067871090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-7360998811204984673?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/7360998811204984673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=7360998811204984673&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/7360998811204984673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/7360998811204984673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-forday-16.html' title='Thankful for...Day 16'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GxcMxS8H2u4/TsR-M_1yQSI/AAAAAAAACqQ/Kw1LgBLZg9U/s72-c/DSC01183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-8918543488613990713</id><published>2011-11-15T17:42:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T06:19:33.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful for...Day 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-02NeCEHJhw8/TsMHQkCprUI/AAAAAAAACqE/tx1ohoMENdY/s1600/Stewart%2Bin%2BtheFall%2B%25282%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-02NeCEHJhw8/TsMHQkCprUI/AAAAAAAACqE/tx1ohoMENdY/s320/Stewart%2Bin%2BtheFall%2B%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675387936551054658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I am thankful for Stewie....he's cute, he's fun to ride and today...he was my only means of transportation.  My car is in the shop, unsure when I'll have her back.  So until then, it's Scooter and Me.    I guess the bonus gratitude is that even if I didn't have Stewie, I'd be ok for a couple days...as there is pretty much everything I need within walking distance.  Work, grocery, fast food, even a frozen yogurt spot.  Yep, we COULD manage for awhile without a car.  What we can do vs. what we want to do...well...yeah, let's hope the car is fixed quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-8918543488613990713?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/8918543488613990713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=8918543488613990713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/8918543488613990713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/8918543488613990713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-forday-14_15.html' title='Thankful for...Day 15'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-02NeCEHJhw8/TsMHQkCprUI/AAAAAAAACqE/tx1ohoMENdY/s72-c/Stewart%2Bin%2BtheFall%2B%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-7660524271628763224</id><published>2011-11-14T19:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T19:50:23.111-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful 2011'/><title type='text'>Thankful for....Day 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Not a day goes by at work, that I don't give thanks that my children are fortunate enough to have that soft place to land at the end of their day.  where the parents love them, unconditionally, support them in their pursuits, providing rules and boundaries, forgive them when they falter.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have come to appreciate that even out here in the 'burbs, that this is not a given.  Too many kids are struggling, with parents either not available physically and emotionally.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thankful that both my hubby and I are present....and there for our kids.  I wouldn't have it any other way!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-7660524271628763224?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/7660524271628763224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=7660524271628763224&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/7660524271628763224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/7660524271628763224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-forday-14.html' title='Thankful for....Day 14'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-4752943578039254254</id><published>2011-11-13T17:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T17:37:24.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful for...Day 13</title><content type='html'>How I spent my Sunday:  Going to church, having donuts for breakfast, catching up on shows that have been recorded, helping a reluctant child finish up some homework he really didn't want to do on his own, taking a nap, chatting with family, doing a load (or two-three-four) of laundry.  There is so much to be enjoyed on a lazy Sunday (ok, for the record, while I don't enjoy laundry, it is a necessary chore)....and I am thankful that our family schedule is such that this is actually a rather typical way of spending Sundays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-4752943578039254254?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/4752943578039254254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=4752943578039254254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/4752943578039254254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/4752943578039254254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-forday-13.html' title='Thankful for...Day 13'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-2272490886657982138</id><published>2011-11-12T17:02:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T17:18:09.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful for...Day 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mhx2epYr5gs/Tr8JHTuDG2I/AAAAAAAACps/EWf6bRMP6R8/s1600/PD_0001.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mhx2epYr5gs/Tr8JHTuDG2I/AAAAAAAACps/EWf6bRMP6R8/s320/PD_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674264076667263842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today, on my 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; wedding anniversary, I am thankful for the gift of marriage.   This poem has been around for a long time....but the words ring true for Hubby and I.  Not every day is perfect, we have our ups and downs, our ins and outs, but the trend is always in the upward direction.  Hubby, Happy Anniversary....I hope you like the present I got you...(which is...money in the bank...he said he wanted nothing, he gets nothing!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 20px !important; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Recipe For A Happy Marriage Poem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 20px !important; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;4 cups of Love 2 cups of Loyalty Dash of Faith 3 cups of Kindness 4 cups of Understanding 1 cup of Friendship 5 spoonfuls of Hope 1 barrel of Laughter Pinch of Forgiveness (no substitutions) Dash of Thoughtfulness (not optional)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 20px !important; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Take love and loyalty and mix thoroughly with faith. Blend in kindness and understanding, add friendship and hope. Sprinkle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 20px !important; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; abundantly with laughter. Garnish with forgiveness and thoughtfulness. Bake with sunshine. Serve daily with generous helpings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 20px !important; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mhx2epYr5gs/Tr8JHTuDG2I/AAAAAAAACps/EWf6bRMP6R8/s1600/PD_0001.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ujZOmAoHJkA/Tr8MbMLznhI/AAAAAAAACp4/sWU_4DF2PLs/s320/Roxborough%2BPark%2B9.4.11%2B%25289%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674267716776861202" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-2272490886657982138?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/2272490886657982138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=2272490886657982138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/2272490886657982138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/2272490886657982138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-forday-12.html' title='Thankful for...Day 12'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mhx2epYr5gs/Tr8JHTuDG2I/AAAAAAAACps/EWf6bRMP6R8/s72-c/PD_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-5095949066598275795</id><published>2011-11-11T17:56:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T18:24:29.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful for...Day 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nh_FFWN6FeE/Tr3JxDy8h3I/AAAAAAAACpc/1pMOYSKatZY/s1600/DSC01168.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nh_FFWN6FeE/Tr3JxDy8h3I/AAAAAAAACpc/1pMOYSKatZY/s1600/DSC01168.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZLrFGS9EkQ/Tr3HMBNxm_I/AAAAAAAACpQ/2oxNN7jZvTI/s320/DSC01150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673910114855263218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qKcTDTQ28aE/Tr3GnTEvimI/AAAAAAAACpE/dPcMsquUkNs/s320/DSC01155.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673909483994057314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veteran's Day...2011....I've shared before my gratitude for military service. It really was the launching point for so many amazing things that have happened in my life...both personally and professionally.  This year, our district placed a tremendous amount of emphasis on Veterans Day:  from tribute cards to mail to vets, visiting active duty to lead the school in the pledge, to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; visual tributes I'm sharing in the post. So, while I will always remain thankful for having had the opportunity to serve my country, this year I am also thankful to work for an employer that continues to respect and recognize our nation's military.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qKcTDTQ28aE/Tr3GnTEvimI/AAAAAAAACpE/dPcMsquUkNs/s1600/DSC01155.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nh_FFWN6FeE/Tr3JxDy8h3I/AAAAAAAACpc/1pMOYSKatZY/s320/DSC01168.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673912950226454386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;visiting&lt;/span&gt; military service members (parents of students), and school staff that are Vets.  (missing are about 4 other staff)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-5095949066598275795?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/5095949066598275795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=5095949066598275795&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/5095949066598275795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/5095949066598275795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-forday-11.html' title='Thankful for...Day 11'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZLrFGS9EkQ/Tr3HMBNxm_I/AAAAAAAACpQ/2oxNN7jZvTI/s72-c/DSC01150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-5612265427910569723</id><published>2011-11-10T18:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T18:25:07.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful for....Day 10</title><content type='html'>Today, it is impossible to pick just one thing to be grateful for....&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am thankful I got passed over for that elementary school nurse job I first applied for.  Today, we had  visiting elementary students on campus and a child was injured.  No big deal, until I got the dad on the phone.  The amount of parental telephonic hand-holding I had to do was more than I was up for.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am thankful for my school employing a full time psychologist.  Because when a kid's schizophrenia is not in control, the situation gets ugly real quick.   Thankful that Dr. D. was in the house and could handle the situation.  Because psychiatric nursing?  Uh, no thanks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am thankful that I do not have to be any one's case manager. I can help and support but I am not the one left holding the case file.   The things they have to get parents to understand without escalating the situation is never ending and requires negotiation skills that put my "people" skills to shame.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am thankful for TAKE OUT......because at the end of a chaotic day...the last thing I want to sort out is what to fix for dinner.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-5612265427910569723?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/5612265427910569723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=5612265427910569723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/5612265427910569723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/5612265427910569723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-forday-9_10.html' title='Thankful for....Day 10'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-6337037721100661328</id><published>2011-11-09T17:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T17:33:33.005-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful 2011'/><title type='text'>Thankful for...Day 9</title><content type='html'>As I sit here, watching the younger Thing work on his homework....I'm mighty thankful I only have two kids.  Because right now, the thought of having to endure the adjustment to middle school for any more kids?  Might just do me in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-6337037721100661328?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/6337037721100661328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=6337037721100661328&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/6337037721100661328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/6337037721100661328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-forday-9.html' title='Thankful for...Day 9'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-8175955396142870385</id><published>2011-11-08T18:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T18:38:17.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful 2011'/><title type='text'>Thankful for...Day 8</title><content type='html'>Today, work was quiet enough that I was able to take a lunch break.  Those of us who work in health care can appreciate what a rare treat this is (right up there with regular opportunities to use the restroom)....that it deserves a shout-out of thanks!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-8175955396142870385?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/8175955396142870385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=8175955396142870385&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/8175955396142870385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/8175955396142870385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-forday-8.html' title='Thankful for...Day 8'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-751073065635173328</id><published>2011-11-07T18:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T19:18:32.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful 2011'/><title type='text'>Thankful For...Day 7</title><content type='html'>I had plans to keep today's thankful post simple and silly.  But alas, that is not meant to be.  I learned earlier today of the sudden passing of a long-time friend of my family.  We do not know the details of George's sudden passing, but our hearts are heavy for the grief his family must be feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this evening, I am giving thanks for the laughter and happy times spent with George and Carolyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is impossible to say one name without the other.  Really, they were THAT kind of couple.  One minute, they were bickering and fussing at each other (I'm hearing his southern drawl, as he calls out her name, almost always starting  with the phrase &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sh*t, Carolyn&lt;/span&gt;, and a sigh and an eye roll....)....the next moment,  there was that carefree flirting that comes from a couple truly in love with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were neighbors for only a couple years, but somehow they always managed to stay in touch, making time to see my parents.  They flew out to take a joint vacation with my folks...where they rented an RV and drove to Canada.  It would be the last time my mom was healthy enough to enjoy such a road trip.  When my college graduation rolled around, they flew out to share in the celebrations.  And when I was pregnant with Thing Two, again, they found a reason to come and visit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kind of  family friends come along only a few times in our lives....how lucky we were to call them friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace, Papa George....&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ready for the Road...Summer 1986&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(if you look closely, you can see my mom in the driver's seat!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--gsWIf8hYMU/TriCsNS649I/AAAAAAAACok/qvf-X7uRfuw/s320/PD_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672427426668012498" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;May 1987...Commissioning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ceremony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dsy9y1Y0Av0/TriCsTQFiKI/AAAAAAAACow/rJyfnEiloMI/s320/PD_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672427428266739874" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zYyniMrTh2Q/TriCsJq_1CI/AAAAAAAACoc/VvWLCoztvbM/s1600/PD_0002.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zYyniMrTh2Q/TriCsJq_1CI/AAAAAAAACoc/VvWLCoztvbM/s320/PD_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672427425695257634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;George, you are in good company now and then....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt Jimmy and Grandma Irene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-751073065635173328?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/751073065635173328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=751073065635173328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/751073065635173328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/751073065635173328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-forday-7.html' title='Thankful For...Day 7'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--gsWIf8hYMU/TriCsNS649I/AAAAAAAACok/qvf-X7uRfuw/s72-c/PD_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-5542604877791610962</id><published>2011-11-06T16:36:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T17:17:44.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful for...Day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today, I am thankful for BIRTHDAYS!  Growing up, birthdays were a special time for us.  My mom baked a cake and every cake contained a special figurine.  It was always a great surprise to discover what would be the cake topper.  After my mom passed away, birthdays became a bit more bittersweet.  What's the point?  Mom wasn't around to make that cake and share in the fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But then, I became a mom....and birthdays became fun again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-25lS5QqUNBY/Trcc7_Ej0DI/AAAAAAAACoE/MTKROtGV4Jg/s320/PD_0008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672034072564846642" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Thing One enjoying birthday cake at Hubby's 40th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   I'd still say we're a rather low-key family when it comes to celebrations (HELLO?  Half the time I don't have candles to put on the cake) .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There is one person out there who really knows how to have a birthday in style.  My friend Judy.  Today....is not just her birthday....but it is a mileSTONE birthday.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And while I knew I wanted to help her celebrate, I really struggled with how to make it fun, festive and still very flexible....as every day is unique in the challenges she and her family will be facing.  So, during my snow day, I sent off a quick email...asking a dozen friends or so to help me collect, and embellish fifty ROCKS.  Because well....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vE6veFqedsY/TrcarSJDyAI/AAAAAAAACn4/W5ZPYaL8IHU/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672031586602960898" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The plan was to do a bit of a ding-dong ditch. We'd leave the basket (which actually grew to be a big box and then some) on her front porch...letting her know that we were all thinking of her on this special day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But then her daughter called and said "The party is ON"....asking that we stop by for a brief hug, smile and slice of cake.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bRK_EDMGGsw/TrcarHiRqJI/AAAAAAAACns/1Xq3qe7axHc/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672031583755937938" /&gt;As you can see, she really did enjoy her basket of rocks.  What started as a "Oh my, this might be a stupid idea" (as I said, I asked for people to find rocks in the middle of a blizzard), ended up being something I am so proud to have helped create.  Through the years, Judy has shown us all how important it is to take time to find joy in the journey, spend time with our families, make crafts with our kids, and well...get a little messy.  So many of us did that this weekend, all in honor of Judy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cziQBOucAm4/TrcaqbeRhcI/AAAAAAAACng/zNgDmyX-wFk/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672031571927991746" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, yep, today....I am thankful for birthdays......and remember....more birthdays...less cancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/N4SEdM67v1Q?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/16695389-5542604877791610962?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/5542604877791610962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=5542604877791610962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/5542604877791610962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/5542604877791610962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-forday-6.html' title='Thankful for...Day 6'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-25lS5QqUNBY/Trcc7_Ej0DI/AAAAAAAACoE/MTKROtGV4Jg/s72-c/PD_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-1328112909926452809</id><published>2011-11-05T19:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T20:37:34.474-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful 2011'/><title type='text'>Thankful for....Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today, I'm thankful for my digital camera.    Remember, back in the day....when we used film...and you had taken some  great pictures, but you had to wait until the roll was finished, turn the film in for developing and still we waited for the prints to be ready.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sharing pictures?  Oh my, what a  challenge that posed: Did you order duplicates at time of order.....or have reprints made of the few pictures that turned out. Then you had to mail the pictures or wait until you saw the friend, hoping that you remember that you promised to share the pictures with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; Yep, you bet I'm grateful for the digital age and how sharing pictures is such a quick, easy process. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so, why the rocks?  You'll hear more about that later....but today, I had a blast laughing with friends while we painted rocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ha0_buCSPfQ/TrXksh2cK8I/AAAAAAAACm8/QId_fcJ1Bxw/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671690759395093442" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R5tgTAb06XQ/TrXkrhAEXkI/AAAAAAAACm0/5YPOHGsQCPI/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671690741987171906" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j-0Px2swIh0/TrXkrPZpsVI/AAAAAAAACmk/04f8jFBeM9A/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671690737262637394" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you had a chance to spend some time today, with those that make you laugh and remind you that each day gives us so many things to be thankful for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-1328112909926452809?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/1328112909926452809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=1328112909926452809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/1328112909926452809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/1328112909926452809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-forday-5.html' title='Thankful for....Day 5'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ha0_buCSPfQ/TrXksh2cK8I/AAAAAAAACm8/QId_fcJ1Bxw/s72-c/DSC_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-4229594195358647820</id><published>2011-11-04T05:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T06:01:33.358-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful 2011'/><title type='text'>Thankful for....Day 3 and Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671106005171187698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xdwnCWS1Tco/TrPQ3WnQL_I/AAAAAAAACmM/lBbPXrDCUbY/s320/POTD280.JPG" /&gt;Oh my, give me a bonus day off and my entire routine falls apart. What happened to yesterday? If you are local, you know this picture is NOT a recent picture. It is from a couple weeks ago. This week's view? Covered in white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which brings me to what I am thankful for....our gorgeous Colorado weather. It changes...sometimes dramatic changes occur in the course of a few hours. Wednesday I had a snow day. Yesterday afternoon? I was overheating in my coat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the changes...and am thankful for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what am I thankful for today, November 4th?&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671107349890014114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kE7t7YmT5AY/TrPSFoFNG6I/AAAAAAAACmY/iz3nQbpjKGk/s320/hamanbbq%2B%25285%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My friend Carol....she's the one in the middle. And yes, another "archived" picture. When her boys were both in school full time, she herself headed back to school and in May she graduated with her masters degree in Education. In August, she landed her first classroom gig. A pretty amazing feat given how tight the economy is and how most teacher openings have hundreds of applicants for just one vacancy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm thankful for the years of friendship we have enjoyed. Through her, I have been reminded how important it is to stay focused on the end goal, to remain positive and confident...no matter how many obstacles get tossed in your path.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Carol, I know you are still in the overwhelmed state of being a first year teacher...but should you see this? HAPPY BIRTHDAY! So thankful to call you friend!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-4229594195358647820?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/4229594195358647820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=4229594195358647820&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/4229594195358647820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/4229594195358647820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-forday-3.html' title='Thankful for....Day 3 and Day 4'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xdwnCWS1Tco/TrPQ3WnQL_I/AAAAAAAACmM/lBbPXrDCUbY/s72-c/POTD280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-6661956177573183239</id><published>2011-11-02T06:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T07:00:29.038-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful 2011'/><title type='text'>Thankful for...Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eTQMAwPwI0c/TrE-se8HbCI/AAAAAAAACmA/1xlsPbFTy7I/s1600/POTD306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670382339776539682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eTQMAwPwI0c/TrE-se8HbCI/AAAAAAAACmA/1xlsPbFTy7I/s320/POTD306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Nuf said.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-6661956177573183239?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/6661956177573183239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=6661956177573183239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/6661956177573183239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/6661956177573183239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-forday-2.html' title='Thankful for...Day 2'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eTQMAwPwI0c/TrE-se8HbCI/AAAAAAAACmA/1xlsPbFTy7I/s72-c/POTD306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-8968483291566648696</id><published>2011-11-01T16:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T17:00:51.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful for...Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdAMrxMYt34/TrB3ZZTGa9I/AAAAAAAACl0/rm6f0F9a7mg/s1600/DSC01130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670163209030888402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdAMrxMYt34/TrB3ZZTGa9I/AAAAAAAACl0/rm6f0F9a7mg/s320/DSC01130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;November? Um, hello...what happened to October? How can it be November already? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to work on what has become my annual tradition....taking time each day in November to identify at least one thing I am thankful for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I am thankful for these cute kids....my little raptors. While I work at a high school, and most of the kids I see are teenagers, we are also fortunate enough to have an in-school day care program (for the children of staff). Yesterday, 18 little kids came trick-or-treating to my clinic. Luckily, we knew this in advance and had something better to offer than &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;band aids&lt;/span&gt; and cough drops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halloween at the House of Chang is changing....no longer are the boys finding fun in dressing up, nor do I find myself packaging up treats to take to class parties. With my little raptors....well the fun of Halloween came to me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-8968483291566648696?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/8968483291566648696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=8968483291566648696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/8968483291566648696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/8968483291566648696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-forday-1.html' title='Thankful for...Day 1'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdAMrxMYt34/TrB3ZZTGa9I/AAAAAAAACl0/rm6f0F9a7mg/s72-c/DSC01130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-8248816017395922115</id><published>2011-10-26T04:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T05:34:40.588-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Judy'/><title type='text'>Looking Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/ophirlodge/websize/POTD286.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Recently, my good friend Dodi reminded herself (and all of us friends on Facebook) that sometimes you just have to "look up". &lt;br /&gt;But I have to confess, this Fall, it has been hard for me to consistently "look up".  I've been feeling down.  Watching my friend Judy and her family work through the realities of her diagnosis has been at times almost impossible to watch.  My nurse brain has focused on the realities of her situation. &lt;br /&gt;During the work week, I keep myself busy and distracted.  It's easy to do...one never knows when this might march past your door....&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/ophirlodge/websize/The%20Band.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days are usually so busy I don't have time to let my mind wander to the worries waiting at home.   And when I do feel down, well kids like this one&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/ophirlodge/websize/BH%20and%20Ben.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;, have a magical way of lifting my spirits.&lt;br /&gt;It's the weekends that get long.  But, now here we are in the middle of Fall Break. We're getting ready to experience our first big snow of the season (no pictures, it's still pitch dark outside).  And I am reminding myself of Dodi's words of wisdom to look up...&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, I looked up and out from my scrapbook table and here is the view that greeted me...&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/ophirlodge/websize/DSC01066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Pretty special, don't you think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I looked up and was greeted by these two people....&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/ophirlodge/websize/DSC01083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; For 4 hours, Judy and I chatted....we talked about everything under the sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I looked up, I saw my nurse brain worries melt away (not an easy task when I'm sitting in a great room filled with 20+ chemo chairs, all full on a Tuesday afternoon).... &lt;br /&gt;When I looked up, I saw my friends....determined to take down this beast of a cancer that has invaded Judy's body. &lt;br /&gt;If they can continue to look up and forward.....I too can also keep on trying!  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/ophirlodge/websize/DSC01082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Judy Go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-8248816017395922115?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/8248816017395922115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=8248816017395922115&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/8248816017395922115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/8248816017395922115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/10/looking-up.html' title='Looking Up'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-2570545211071070823</id><published>2011-10-05T06:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T06:15:23.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Worried Thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rWCGdSLm3q8/ToxJ9E0DjnI/AAAAAAAACls/Cwu3BJMgqu4/s1600/Track%2BMeet%2Bat%2BLiberty%2B9.8%2B%25289%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659980145310797426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rWCGdSLm3q8/ToxJ9E0DjnI/AAAAAAAACls/Cwu3BJMgqu4/s320/Track%2BMeet%2Bat%2BLiberty%2B9.8%2B%25289%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, Thing Two was finishing up his homework, when he got that deep worried look...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mom, were you catty when you were young?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes, why do you ask?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, I just was wondering if I have to figure out how to put up with these girls being catty forever, or if they'll grow up to be nice like you".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, it was killing me not to probe more and figure out what these girls in his class were saying that he, "Captain Obvious" noticed. Usually, he's totally clueless to the drama unfolding around him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I didn't want to expose the truth....girls grow up to be moms like me...who manage to disguise their cattiness a little more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-2570545211071070823?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/2570545211071070823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=2570545211071070823&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/2570545211071070823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/2570545211071070823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/10/worried-thing.html' title='Worried Thing...'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rWCGdSLm3q8/ToxJ9E0DjnI/AAAAAAAACls/Cwu3BJMgqu4/s72-c/Track%2BMeet%2Bat%2BLiberty%2B9.8%2B%25289%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-6434133557355740943</id><published>2011-09-15T21:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T21:27:44.314-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The tears were a flowing...</title><content type='html'>Sobbing Student: &lt;em&gt;"Will I still be able to go to the parade?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive Nurse (that would be me): &lt;em&gt;"I'm not sure, that is up to the dean"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobbing Student: &lt;em&gt;"Because you know, that is the only reason I came to school today. I wasn't feeling good, but I really wanted to go to the homecoming parade"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive Nurse: "&lt;em&gt;I know, but it really won't be my decision"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobbing Student: &lt;em&gt;"Well, can you at least tell me, is my mascara ok? It isn't ruined is it?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive Nurse: &lt;em&gt;"no, it looks fine".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only funny because....Sobbing Student was a HE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, HE was able to attend the parade because he was not high.&lt;br /&gt;His two pals? not so lucky...both with the dean's decision and the ruined mascara...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-6434133557355740943?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/6434133557355740943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=6434133557355740943&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/6434133557355740943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/6434133557355740943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/09/tears-were-flowing.html' title='The tears were a flowing...'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-1125208837131844599</id><published>2011-09-14T20:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T20:20:07.997-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The family optimist</title><content type='html'>Thing One tells me on the way home from confirmation class &lt;em&gt;"You know, when I'm in high school, I won't be able to go to this class. I"ll be too busy."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, what will you be busy doing?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well, when the chicks call, I'll need to be ready".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep...the family optimist...convinced that all he'll need to do is wait for the phone to ring...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-1125208837131844599?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/1125208837131844599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=1125208837131844599&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/1125208837131844599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/1125208837131844599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/09/family-optimist.html' title='The family optimist'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-2621084524202937688</id><published>2011-08-30T19:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T20:02:44.024-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nurse Tales'/><title type='text'>Much Ado about Ice?</title><content type='html'>Little Darling reportedly "hurt" his ankle in gym class....but he just kept playing and never came to see me when it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Darling  got in a car at lunch and went with his cousin to Chic-Fillet for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Little Darling got back to school and his ankle started to hurt, so he asked his teacher for a pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He  hobbled in (anyone with experience with a dramatic child  can visualize the "exaggerated" style  they present with when the injury isn't as serious as they wish it  was...).&lt;br /&gt;He wanted a bag of ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said No....and explained to him his  injury was minor and didn't necessitate  leaving a core class to seek medical care for something that  occurred hours ago...I event pointed out that as a sophomore, we will be  expecting more independence from him this year than last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent him back to class without giving him a bag of ice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I expected, Hover Mama called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"YOU DIDN'T GIVE HIM ICE? WHAT KIND OF NURSE ARE YOU?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"YOU  WILL NEVER TAKE CARE OF MY CHILD AGAIN, YOU HAVE LABELED HIM". THAT IS  WRONG! &lt;/span&gt;(I do admit, I used the phrase "frequent flier" with her, and it  is considered derogatory on some levels, should have said "he is a known  visitor".  There is your lesson in political correctness in school nurse lingo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to explain to mama that&lt;br /&gt;1. My clinical exam and evaluation revealed no swelling, joint deformity or reason to offer ice just because he "asked for it".&lt;br /&gt;2.  Little Darling came to see me in excess of 40 times last year(I get tired  counting that high....I quit at 40)...so he is a known visitor and I am  trying to work on more independence now that he is a sophomore.&lt;br /&gt;3. It wasn't medically urgent that he leave a core class for a minor  concern when he was clearly feeling ok enough to leave campus for lunch.  He wasn't hurting enough during his own time to seek care but during  academic instruction?  90% of the "diagnosis" is made in the history (ok, I didn't tell her that, but was trying to impart this line of logic)&lt;br /&gt;4. While yes, it is "just a bag of ice", I could just give it to him.  However,  the lost class time for a  minor need is also an issue that needed to be addressed, along with the reality that  I am  responsible for the health care needs of 2300 students (yep, I am the only RN in the building). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If I spend it  all day handing out ice packs (which could easily happen if I didn't set some limits on what type of care is provided during the school day), I will not be available to manage the  true medical emergencies and administrative aspects of my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sensed she was out for blood...so I tried to apologize but she wasn't buying it.  We've all heard that tone of "no, just you wait, I am not letting this matter end". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  emailed my principals and their secretaries, giving them the heads up that an angry parent was likely to call them...maybe they can talk this  mama off the ledge....I wasn't going there with her any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And should she head up the chain of command, determined to "get me in trouble" (because clearly that is what she wanted to do...again, you can just "tell)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then the cat will be out of the bag that &lt;b&gt;Little Darling  as a sophomore was in violation of the student code of conduct for leaving campus during the school day....&lt;/b&gt;(only upper class men are allowed to leave our building, AND his ride?  was his cousin who attends another high school...another no-no for the students to visit the other schools during the school day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My evil side will just love it if all her huffing' and puffin gets Little Darling  in trouble. And just to show my snark, I'll deliver Little Darling  a bag  of ice to him when he sits in all day detention! ******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Oh Don't worry, my faithful and trusted assistant will make sure I don't do something as petty as that...but it is always nice to imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The honeymoon?  Is so o.v.e.r:  for me AND my students! (I still love what I do, where I do it, I'm just not a freshman anymore, and I'm setting some new standards/rules for what I'm willing to do.  This seeing 85+ students a day simply has to end!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-2621084524202937688?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/2621084524202937688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=2621084524202937688&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/2621084524202937688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/2621084524202937688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/08/much-ado-about-ice.html' title='Much Ado about Ice?'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-1780407312226220750</id><published>2011-08-23T18:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T19:26:42.624-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thing Two'/><title type='text'>Firsts...</title><content type='html'>Those milestone moments don't end after the first year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644221155085831250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v8yNCaZfTDI/TlRNPHaizFI/AAAAAAAAClk/RPGAukn8yZc/s320/DSC00865.JPG" /&gt;Last week, the "baby" had his first energy drink. Yeah, bad mommy...but he really was being very low key about his 12&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday...declining offers to have friends over, go to water world, even said &lt;em&gt;"don't really need a present Mom, we've done loads of stuff this summer&lt;/em&gt;". So, with that, how could I resist his tender request to "&lt;em&gt;Do you think, I could maybe try, you know...an energy drink?".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The verdict? &lt;em&gt;"&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eww&lt;/span&gt;...way too sweet, it needed extra water&lt;/em&gt;"....followed by "&lt;em&gt;WOW, these are expensive, I think I'll stick to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;lemonade&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(yeah, glad at least for now, this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;curiosity&lt;/span&gt; has been quenched)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644221150998662050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MUULrU2kANQ/TlRNO4MFi6I/AAAAAAAAClc/HjFUeu6vY3o/s320/DSC00866.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up was to let him light his own candles. Who could resist with the flame producing device we found on vacation...a long handle lighter shaped like an M-16 rifle. Despite my hovering, he managed to light all the candles without burning himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644221140935694242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3QUAVb7wfhM/TlRNOSs416I/AAAAAAAAClU/kU2uNcwpGEs/s320/DSC00872.JPG" /&gt; And finally....first time in years I had the right number of candles for the birthday cake&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.(um, make that pie, the boy wanted Huckleberry pie...just like we had on vacation. good thing he told me that while we were still in Montana and I could pick up the supplies).&lt;/span&gt; Yeah Me: usually I have no candles and we end up lighting the baptism candle. But this year? I had it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the younger Thing is officially 12 and has headed off to middle school. Day 2, and he asks his brother at dinner &lt;em&gt;"When do we actually start to you know...learn stuff&lt;/em&gt;?" Apparently, 2 days of getting to know you stuff and he's ready to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snuck a quick peek at his getting to know you worksheet...here are some of the things he had to say about himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A list of books I've read:&lt;em&gt; Behind the Bedroom Wall, all 5 Lightening thief Books and the first 2 Harry Potter books. &lt;/em&gt;(mom notes: he has read more, but I guess these were his favorites?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;In school I want to learn &lt;em&gt;"all they have to offer"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(can you say Class Kiss Up?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would like to be better at&lt;em&gt; video games, typing and viola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I fear&lt;em&gt; rats, foreclosures and bankruptcy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Words that best describe me:&lt;em&gt; lazy, tired, unwilling to do lots of new things, giving, friendly, a mid-sized kid in height, smart, musically inclined&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-To9dgirGNl4/TlRMAi5CBpI/AAAAAAAAClE/jrcEFI-U72U/s1600/DSC00866.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WfDMfSVy8k4/TlRMAIWzFQI/AAAAAAAACk8/eW8en9QOpZM/s1600/DSC00865.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-1780407312226220750?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/1780407312226220750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=1780407312226220750&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/1780407312226220750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/1780407312226220750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/08/firsts.html' title='Firsts...'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v8yNCaZfTDI/TlRNPHaizFI/AAAAAAAAClk/RPGAukn8yZc/s72-c/DSC00865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-4992239394865993816</id><published>2011-08-16T20:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T20:57:03.625-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thing One'/><title type='text'>Funny Guy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2kN5rJDWlaU/TkstainLoqI/AAAAAAAACk0/17W1JA3Pbac/s1600/POTD221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641652892202672802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2kN5rJDWlaU/TkstainLoqI/AAAAAAAACk0/17W1JA3Pbac/s320/POTD221.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Proud Kid.....he's been selected to serve as a Web Leader for his middle school...think ambassadors for the incoming 6th graders...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This afternoon, the clouds rolled in and the thunder started to roll. From the next room, I heard Thing One remark "Wow, God must have had one baaaaaad burrito"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/16695389-4992239394865993816?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/4992239394865993816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=4992239394865993816&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/4992239394865993816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/4992239394865993816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/08/funny-guy.html' title='Funny Guy....'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2kN5rJDWlaU/TkstainLoqI/AAAAAAAACk0/17W1JA3Pbac/s72-c/POTD221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-3074770894789031828</id><published>2011-08-13T07:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T08:15:51.612-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging with the boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640336615085382370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9oZRRW36jQ/TkaARIPLGuI/AAAAAAAACkk/Rj3QsitySIk/s320/Water%2BWorld%2Baug%2B12.JPG" /&gt; I wonder what they are talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640336618757090338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c3vDwdbz7uI/TkaARV6k7CI/AAAAAAAACks/CMNazkzbCIo/s320/POTD224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, nothing too deep...probably what to name their fake mustaches... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And that folks is where I'm at today....taking a line from the book I am reading to heart &lt;em&gt;"...I'm not quite sure whether to grab my camera or just live in the moment. Usually I grab the camera and later regret it when the picture doesn't turn out.". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, set the camera (or kepboard/laptop) down and go live in the moment...even if the moment is just laundry, cleaning and tackling paperwork (that's what my day looks like...sad but true). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S.: Mustache names have not been confirmed but so far we've got Jordego for Thing One, and other two...just can't decide...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-3074770894789031828?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/3074770894789031828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=3074770894789031828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/3074770894789031828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/3074770894789031828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/08/hanging-with-boys.html' title='Hanging with the boys'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9oZRRW36jQ/TkaARIPLGuI/AAAAAAAACkk/Rj3QsitySIk/s72-c/Water%2BWorld%2Baug%2B12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-4859560756849214589</id><published>2011-08-11T22:17:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T22:42:06.941-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Judy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nurse Tales'/><title type='text'>Late night ramblings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Back to School...circa 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DtQk7i2VyEo/TkSsI-yUIJI/AAAAAAAACkU/PvFypi0YrtY/s1600/FirstDay2004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639821903667667090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DtQk7i2VyEo/TkSsI-yUIJI/AAAAAAAACkU/PvFypi0YrtY/s320/FirstDay2004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's back to school for me...registration week. Time to crank up the blog with new school nurse stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's start the year off with a sweet story....An upside to working at the neighborhood school, is seeing the neighbor kids. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, so far it has been an upside. I suppose I'll change my tune when or if I see them in a troubling situation.&lt;/span&gt; But so far, the neighbor kids have been friendly and happy to see a familiar face. Yesterday, a young girl that I've known since she was in 2nd grade was checking in. She's now a sophomore in high school. I spotted her talking to &lt;em&gt;b.o.y.s. &lt;/em&gt;So I teased her "I'm gonna tell your mom". You see, my job is one part nurse-one part mama. She replied, smiling as she said "It's ok, Nurse Martha, they are Mormon boys". &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(see, I love working with this age group, they get my attempts at humor)&lt;/SPAN&lt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's been good to be back at work this week. Keeping the hands busy so the mind doesn't wander. When my phone rang mid-day today, I was jolted out of my zone of working with some rather unsettling news. Judy's surgery did not go as planned and the situation has taken a new turn...not for the better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I shall follow my son's recommendations (the wisdom of an almost 12 year old)...He told me "Mom, don't think of the sadness, if you can't just not think of it, then at least just think of the happy times with Miss Judy".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;when did that boy grow up and how did he get to be so wise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span size="3"&gt;So tonight, I head off to bed...remembering and reflecting on all the Happy times we've spent with our favorite couple....Eric and Judy...and wishing them peace and courage to face the challenges presented today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wz0fCEbSJbA/TkStdm1elLI/AAAAAAAACkc/fCktRhng3GA/s1600/Eric%2Band%2BJudy%2Bretro.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wz0fCEbSJbA/TkStdm1elLI/AAAAAAAACkc/fCktRhng3GA/s1600/Eric%2Band%2BJudy%2Bretro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639823357527364786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wz0fCEbSJbA/TkStdm1elLI/AAAAAAAACkc/fCktRhng3GA/s320/Eric%2Band%2BJudy%2Bretro.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-4859560756849214589?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/4859560756849214589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=4859560756849214589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/4859560756849214589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/4859560756849214589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/08/late-night-ramblings.html' title='Late night ramblings...'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DtQk7i2VyEo/TkSsI-yUIJI/AAAAAAAACkU/PvFypi0YrtY/s72-c/FirstDay2004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-3546968475579663022</id><published>2011-08-07T08:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T09:32:00.304-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Judy'/><title type='text'>Preparing for Battle...Lish Style</title><content type='html'>Last night, we gathered with friends to wish Judy well as she heads off to battle.  On Thursday, surgeons will spend 10-12 hrs tackling the cancerous beast that has invaded her body.  The surgeons will remove all that they can, and finish it up with a series of  hot chemo infusions applied directly to the stomach...a "shake and bake" approach to  battling cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not a surgery for the faint of heart or weak in spirit.  So, what better way to rally support than to have a party...to wish Judy well and to show her family (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hubby Eric and 2 of the 3 girls were there)&lt;/span&gt; that there is a whole community behind them.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Cyjy6hivBo/Tj6oekIilRI/AAAAAAAACjs/30VKJFV5WcU/s1600/DSC00838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Cyjy6hivBo/Tj6oekIilRI/AAAAAAAACjs/30VKJFV5WcU/s320/DSC00838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638129026563478802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thank you Patty C. for opening up your home and heart to this gathering of friends of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lishes&lt;/span&gt;...You and Jack really know how to host a perfect party...even when the reason for the gathering is so very bittersweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nGtjkfse7wk/Tj6ofKLZ-JI/AAAAAAAACj8/cPf5Od_8aQM/s1600/DSC00848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nGtjkfse7wk/Tj6ofKLZ-JI/AAAAAAAACj8/cPf5Od_8aQM/s320/DSC00848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638129036776044690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Donna, my trusted side kick on this journey of support&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(pictured here with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lish&lt;/span&gt; Lady #2, who yes, is legally old enough now to hold that glass of red wine)&lt;/span&gt;...Donna and I both work in the medical field....it has placed us in a challenging spot...we know the medical realities....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bzekweL4VMc/Tj6sJHIWtaI/AAAAAAAACkE/ypSWo-vKoHc/s1600/DSC00849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bzekweL4VMc/Tj6sJHIWtaI/AAAAAAAACkE/ypSWo-vKoHc/s320/DSC00849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638133056047330722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And yet last night, we set those realities aside and embraced the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lish&lt;/span&gt; Factor....through laughter and love, you can face any challenge thrown in your path!  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(that's our Mr. E, hamming it up for the camera)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DOOqxmdQMD0/Tj6oHpaKiCI/AAAAAAAACjc/OCv9eoZiJAs/s1600/DSC00840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DOOqxmdQMD0/Tj6oHpaKiCI/AAAAAAAACjc/OCv9eoZiJAs/s320/DSC00840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638128632842586146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So to you my friend....remember the words of Jeremiah 30:17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I will restore you to health and heal your wounds declares the Lord"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EXXrUWEz_Dw/Tj6shPFEt5I/AAAAAAAACkM/6QlmOORrhtY/s1600/DSC00845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EXXrUWEz_Dw/Tj6shPFEt5I/AAAAAAAACkM/6QlmOORrhtY/s320/DSC00845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638133470497912722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EXXrUWEz_Dw/Tj6shPFEt5I/AAAAAAAACkM/6QlmOORrhtY/s1600/DSC00845.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-3546968475579663022?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/3546968475579663022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=3546968475579663022&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/3546968475579663022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/3546968475579663022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/08/preparing-for-battlelish-style.html' title='Preparing for Battle...Lish Style'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Cyjy6hivBo/Tj6oekIilRI/AAAAAAAACjs/30VKJFV5WcU/s72-c/DSC00838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-882900223949802955</id><published>2011-08-02T13:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T14:05:37.073-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooter'/><title type='text'>Stewart gets around</title><content type='html'>So, my confidence in riding isn't near what Hubby and his pals have. But, in my little baby step process, I am starting to step out, or rather "scoot" around the neighborhood a little bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I scooted to church. Sure, it is close to home but the only way to get there is to drive on THAT road...a neighborhood road where folks sort of do their own thing with regards to road safety and speed. Shoot, even in a cage it isn't my favorite road to be on. But, I figured I could handle it for the short 1/2 mile distance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, I did fine...(but missed the photo op of Stewart at church, sorry...the other parishioners were looking at me strangely as it was)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636349605492398690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hjR_OISOYX4/TjhWGoFJmmI/AAAAAAAACjQ/6Yr2Rglx3T8/s320/DSC00817.JPG" /&gt;Oh would you look at that, I've finally used my first tank of gas. Time to fuel up. Hee Hee...didn't realize you could fill a tank with just the lose change in the bottom of your purse. (ok, not really, for convenience, I used the plastic, but I had enough change to have paid in coins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636349595393557842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O4aVKFvCkwM/TjhWGCdZhVI/AAAAAAAACjI/EWGLjsdAVgM/s320/DSC00823.JPG" /&gt;And today...Stewart met Target. I am sure they will form a life long relationship! The downside? Can't do much impulse buying when you have yet to decide on a supplemental storage system. What I bought had to fit under the seat (which it did). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now, who knows what I'll try next? The mall perhaps? ....time will tell!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-882900223949802955?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/882900223949802955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=882900223949802955&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/882900223949802955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/882900223949802955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/08/stewart-gets-around.html' title='Stewart gets around'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hjR_OISOYX4/TjhWGoFJmmI/AAAAAAAACjQ/6Yr2Rglx3T8/s72-c/DSC00817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-1721524945197787531</id><published>2011-07-30T16:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T16:32:56.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let us know how that works out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XsmxHltJ93U/TjSF0ic9XYI/AAAAAAAACjA/3FGlypN_pK0/s1600/DSC_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635276171395292546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XsmxHltJ93U/TjSF0ic9XYI/AAAAAAAACjA/3FGlypN_pK0/s320/DSC_0034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo circa November 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This afternoon Thing One noticed my wedding ring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mom, are those real diamonds in your ring?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"yes, son they are"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"WOW, Dad spent a load of cash on you. When I get married, I'm gonna give her just an &lt;strong&gt;onion &lt;/strong&gt;ring"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um, yeah...good luck with that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-1721524945197787531?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/1721524945197787531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=1721524945197787531&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/1721524945197787531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/1721524945197787531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/07/let-us-know-how-that-works-out.html' title='Let us know how that works out'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XsmxHltJ93U/TjSF0ic9XYI/AAAAAAAACjA/3FGlypN_pK0/s72-c/DSC_0034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-1674514994611408543</id><published>2011-07-28T07:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T07:33:44.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beauty of Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L2ACfWQSJ9s/TjFiYO9RvdI/AAAAAAAACio/coPthvEGbf0/s1600/P1010731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634392777288695250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L2ACfWQSJ9s/TjFiYO9RvdI/AAAAAAAACio/coPthvEGbf0/s320/P1010731.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday I celebrated my 46th birthday. And I could think of no better way to celebrate than to fill my kitchen with the ladies from Coffee Club. Together, they bring so much laughter and love into my life....right up there with Hubby and the Things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee and Friends...the perfect blend indeed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-1674514994611408543?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/1674514994611408543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=1674514994611408543&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/1674514994611408543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/1674514994611408543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/07/beauty-of-birthdays.html' title='The Beauty of Birthdays'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L2ACfWQSJ9s/TjFiYO9RvdI/AAAAAAAACio/coPthvEGbf0/s72-c/P1010731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-8382695704494061430</id><published>2011-07-26T08:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T08:17:08.694-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MT Vacation'/><title type='text'>Movie Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yN0hyXvyTLk?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The post-vacation blues is setting in: yesterday I had to deal with the DMV and the receptionist at the orthodontist. Both women were being 'rigid' and I wasn't having any part of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a good night's sleep, I woke up this morning and am ready to carve out a new mood for the day. What better way to start the day than with a ride....since the sidecar is still sidelined, it'll have to be a virtual ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy the view! I know I did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-8382695704494061430?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/8382695704494061430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=8382695704494061430&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/8382695704494061430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/8382695704494061430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/07/movie-time.html' title='Movie Time'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yN0hyXvyTLk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-8395363525893222232</id><published>2011-07-23T20:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T20:25:22.914-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitting the sauce?</title><content type='html'>Tonight's dinner: spaghetti and meatballs.&lt;br /&gt;Thing Two's face was covered in red sauce....&lt;br /&gt;When I commented about it, in his serious "future attorney" voice he replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, Mom I hit the marinara sauce pretty hard didn't I"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-8395363525893222232?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/8395363525893222232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=8395363525893222232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/8395363525893222232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/8395363525893222232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/07/hitting-sauce.html' title='Hitting the sauce?'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-1951229220440927581</id><published>2011-07-23T06:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T11:00:06.899-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Reviews'/><title type='text'>Escaping with a good book...</title><content type='html'>When I started summer vacation, I created a "to-do" list. On it, I listed 10 things I wanted to tackle during vacation. One of those was to "read 3 books". I figured that was a reasonable number to tackle. Suffice to say, I have read three and then some. Here is a quick peek at what I've found myself reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632529552439471634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O68ye0tF1vA/TirDyRgLbhI/AAAAAAAACiA/P5Gen33Bp0g/s320/51KnPbWhndL__SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp%252CTopRight%252C12%252C-18_SH30_OU01_AA160_.jpg" /&gt; The Lincoln Lawyer by Michael Connelly. I may have started this one before summer break. Not exactly sure. Anyways, the women at work were talking about the movie coming out, and I hadn't heard anything about the movie or the book. Sounded interesting. And it was...especially as I pictured the main character as the ever-so-yummy Matthew McConaughey. The book moves quickly, with a couple twists that were well thought out. I liked it: and am now eager to read other books by this same author. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632540815822056914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kg3MNDiSChY/TirOB432bdI/AAAAAAAACiI/GRpZvV7CWlE/s320/Secret_Life_of_CeeCee_Wilkes_trade.jpg" /&gt;I kid you not, but I read this book in a day! I dropped the boys off at the movie theatre, and started reading. By the next day, I was finished (and yes, I did pause to retrieve the boys from the movie, fix dinner, sleep and other essential tasks). The book starts with the disappearance of the Governor's pregnant wife. 20 years later, the remains of the pregnant woman are found. Only problem is, there was no signs of the baby. She had been born and only the woman had died What happened to this woman and her child? Read the book and find out! That's why I couldn't put it down. I had to figure it out (and on a nook, it is much hard to jump ahead and sneak a peak at the ending). Ok, after I read it, I was a bit disappointed. The premise was great but the way it all wrapped up? Seemed a little too neat and pretty for even my tastes. One to something with a bit more "bite" to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632529553282704802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TDM0oOR4iyg/TirDyUpOJaI/AAAAAAAACh4/y4c2vbHS8Lo/s320/the-kitchen-house-a-novel-audio-cd.jpg" /&gt;The Kitchen House by Kathleen Grissom. I read this for my neighborhood book club meeting in June. It was fascinating! When I finished, I remarked that a book can be good even if it sad. The story, set in the late 1700s on a plantation in Virginia (with some of the story taking place in Williamsburg), follows the lives of two women living on the plantation. One was a black slave and the other was a white woman who arrived in America as an indentured servant. Through other books/films, I had a pretty good appreciation for the challenges that slaves faced during this time in history, but hadn't really given much thought to the indentured servant experience. The author did a great job of creating characters both primary and secondary that were credible and engaging. At times I wished for happier story line but let's face it, this time in history was not happy. Overall, I would encourage others to check out this book...however, have a happy book ready to dive into next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632529551936072066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PzIrAYMxdLM/TirDyPoKKYI/AAAAAAAAChw/BHdSxcEqvDY/s320/51i0N5oikmL.jpg" /&gt;That being said, I jumped right into this book by Lisa See. Shanghai Girls. It had been on my nook for months and I just never got around to reading it. Figured I was on a roll with historical fiction. Um, uh...probably not a great idea to go from one emotionally draining story to another...set in a different location and time in history but still a story filled with hardships and sadness. This story starts in Shanghai in the 1930s and follows the lives of two young girls sent to America for arranged marriages. Perhaps because of the culture I married into, I found it fascinating to learn more about the immigration process during this era. Also, I am not a "serious reader", so I need to have my history served up to me in a fictional fashion. This book delivered that and more. I will say I HATED the ending...until I discovered that the author has already written a sequel. Good, because she sort of left you hanging at the end of this book. Ok, I like my books to end with things all wrapped up. I'll let it slide knowing that this was more of a "cliff hanger" than an ending. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On a side note, Lisa See has also written Snow Flower and the Secret Fan. I read it a couple years ago, and am anxious for the movie to reach my local theatres. Right now it is on a "limited release" and not even playing at the artsy-movie house here in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632529310553609490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pVI_fKiXcrg/TirDkMaGFRI/AAAAAAAACho/DTHJyqKXRRA/s320/51lvYFEuZ3L__BO2%252C204%252C203%252C200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click%252CTopRight%252C35%252C-76_AA300_SH20_AA278_PIkin4%252CBottomRight%252C-34%252C22_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg" /&gt;Next up, I found myself setting the nook down and picking up a traditional book. I received this book last year for my birthday. From my aunt I believe. She said she it reminded her of the "coffee club" I so often speak of. Yes, for the past 4 years, a group of us have met at the local coffee shop every Wednesday morning. Ok, not every Wednesday, but the group meets on Wednesdays and when schedules permit, we all try to drop by for a quick chat and cup of coffee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, this author takes a similar starting point and weaves a story of four very different women and some of the challenges they are facing. I admit, it was a little too much "chick lit" for my tastes at the beginning. Characters seemed predictable and almost cliche. But in the second half of the book, I found myself eager to discover how all their struggles worked out. In the end, it turned out to be a good book. Mind you, not what I would consider a 'great' book, but an easy summer read just the same. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632529304691049714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fjOOyVFjgek/TirDj2kWhPI/AAAAAAAAChg/Ge6GxBN8Ddk/s320/279700.jpg" /&gt;Talk about an easy summer read, this book by Alexander mcCall Smith is our July Book Club choice. It is less than 100 pages and well written. If you have ever read anything by this author, you will be familiar with his writing style. Some may say it is an acquired taste and at least for me, something I can handle only in small doses. In this book, the reader meets 3 very quirky Linguistic professors. As one reviewer noted, think of the German version of Frazier and Niles. 'Twas a fun read and I am sure our book club will have a good time talking about it later this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632529304137030098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JFB5iZZRS68/TirDj0gQ2dI/AAAAAAAAChY/7fjrTXTaz5k/s320/DaveBarryMoneySecrets.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632529301803029346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7fhnHw7kAw/TirDjrzy02I/AAAAAAAAChQ/27o29N70dwE/s320/my-life-as-10-year-old-boy-nancy-cartwright-audio-cover-art.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632529302015125378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L1NCf0NCF2g/TirDjsmXJ4I/AAAAAAAAChI/tdCmZGJgkDI/s320/HELLS-CORNER.jpg" /&gt;And finally, these last three titles. No, I didn't read them, we listened to them on our big vacation adventure. I'm not sure I've whined on my blog about the 'car' side of our vacation, but I really was a bit worried about driving that many miles. I used to love the adventures of a road trip, but then I became a mom and got old. Driving across town is an effort for me. If I can't get there in 15 minutes, I don't want to-or- need to go. So knowing that about myself, I decided I had better be prepared. I went to the library and scoped out what I hoped would be ok books to listen to in the car. The boys would be zoned out on their gadgets, but I had to make sure what I was listening to was "ok" in case they tuned in. And, I hadn't really planned in advance, so I had to go with what the library had in stock vs. requesting books in advance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dave Barry's Money Secrets was a collection of his essays. Some parts amusing but others where sort of 'eh...". It's been awhile since I've read his material, but I had a recollection that he was funnier in his early works. Again, could be age playing tricks on me...but overall this one was not a huge hit with any of us in the car. We finished it but not sure I'd recommend it for a car-trip choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Next up was the memoirs of Nancy Cartwright, the voice of Bart Simpson. My guys are huge fans of this show and I thought it would be interesting to listen to. And it was. But she sort of repeated herself in many different chapters and I didn't think the book really "flowed" as easily as one would hope. I did find it fascinating to learn how much time goes into creating just one episode of the Simpsons. Initially, each episode was hand-drawn. That has changed with the advances in technology, but sheesh...you forget how much work goes into such a program.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The last road trip choice was a huge hit. David Baldacci is a good author and his audio book is well recorded. Someone sets off a bomb in Lafayette Square (across the street from the White House) and Oliver Stone is assigned to sort through the many layers of who might have done it. The title is taken from the fact that jurisdiction in this park is split and trying to achieve cooperation with the various agencies (D.C. police, FBI, CIA and Homeland Security) is a hellish process. This book also captured the boys' attention and often they would chime in with questions "so, who do you think is the mole?". The down side? We got home before we finished the reading...but hey, I've got a CD player, we'll just finish up those last 45 minutes in the house...because NOPE, I was not going to drive any longer just to finish hearing it in the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, that pretty much wraps up what I've read this summer. The list of what I'd like to read is longer than I started, but oh well...this summer alone, I've "traveled" to China and Europe (Shanghai Girls and Portuguese Verbs), I've felt the heat and the deception of Virginia (Kitchen House and Hell's Corner) and even spent some time in sunny California (with Matthew McConnaughy and Bart Simpson). A book really can take you away.....even if you never leave your house or car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-1951229220440927581?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/1951229220440927581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=1951229220440927581&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/1951229220440927581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/1951229220440927581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/07/escaping-with-good-book.html' title='Escaping with a good book...'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O68ye0tF1vA/TirDyRgLbhI/AAAAAAAACiA/P5Gen33Bp0g/s72-c/51KnPbWhndL__SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp%252CTopRight%252C12%252C-18_SH30_OU01_AA160_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-6149899951839059817</id><published>2011-07-19T18:11:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T19:19:58.874-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All roads lead to....Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HDCrgyLnmC0/TiYhT88eMUI/AAAAAAAACg4/PIrZ563jR4E/s1600/DSC00785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631225010734379330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HDCrgyLnmC0/TiYhT88eMUI/AAAAAAAACg4/PIrZ563jR4E/s320/DSC00785.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Hey Guys...look it's Yellowstone again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(cue the moans/groans from the peanut gallery in the backseat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fear not, it is just the easiest way to get where we need to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ImTFRUXo4U/TiYhTlVyfWI/AAAAAAAACgw/ehyqR1pkI9E/s1600/DSC00786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631225004398116194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ImTFRUXo4U/TiYhTlVyfWI/AAAAAAAACgw/ehyqR1pkI9E/s320/DSC00786.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And, we're about halfway home too!&lt;br /&gt;Crossing the continent...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631225000357217314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XdiCQ4DTn_E/TiYhTWSXRCI/AAAAAAAACgo/khLRQl8KK_w/s320/DSC00787.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631224036072101426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnHrJPNaLPs/TiYgbOC4FjI/AAAAAAAACgg/Vc62azp2cBM/s320/DSC00791.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See guys, told you we were just passing through Yellowstone....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now we're headed to another national park&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;cue more moans-groans and a cry..."but this is the THIRD one this vacation".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yep, you can count son! I am so proud of you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631224026155233170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x2JaAWHXU8A/TiYgapGgr5I/AAAAAAAACgY/77PJ7B6KCXk/s320/DSC00793.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631224019722285026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9L44SsH8Wbk/TiYgaRIxr-I/AAAAAAAACgQ/oJThCnWGzQU/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631224011221413586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbxKWXGctkU/TiYgZxeArtI/AAAAAAAACgI/XiSnqAFv_a4/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;More mountain pictures for my sister Laura...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631224009201907970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PuNrdW93-Ik/TiYgZp8heQI/AAAAAAAACgA/V5NtBIM7Xbk/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh, you mean this does not apply to my kids?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here, have some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cheetos&lt;/span&gt; boys...we need to keep moving&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We've got miles to cover, mountains to see, and apparently continents to divide&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(having just passed another divide sign, we would cross it at least 5 times that day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631221696525650354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ojZbbGNw55c/TiYeTCjiSbI/AAAAAAAACf4/1CWqguZ83A8/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" /&gt;Clouds cleared, looks like the storm is not going to follow us home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631221687312497234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L0KOAG833v0/TiYeSgO8ulI/AAAAAAAACfw/G-DusHBFHHY/s320/DSC00794.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you call it brunch if your first meal of the day isn't until 2pm?&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah, but it was a tasty sandwich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631221684018216546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-orvYku_A2CA/TiYeST9h_mI/AAAAAAAACfo/TQJTLDvH7dc/s320/DSC00795.JPG" /&gt;The restaurant with the tasty sandwiches had this cool playground...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You'd think after sitting next to each other for over 2,000miles they wouldn't want to sit next to each other on the swings. Nope...they are still liking each other...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631221682536428322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0R9cifVNKXA/TiYeSOcPsyI/AAAAAAAACfg/9RDbsMFDcGE/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" /&gt;No need to seek alternative means of transport home...Schnitzel continues to perform as if she is on the Autobahn in Germany. *and I have yet to receive a performance award, which is good...have I mentioned she just floats at 80mph?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631221672551553346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2X4grht2NP8/TiYeRpPqmUI/AAAAAAAACfY/mynak8ok7AQ/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And here we are with one of my dearest college pals...Jen.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631231623281717746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YAFdVbFHB2U/TiYnU2mnMfI/AAAAAAAAChA/4FcVB6JTufA/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On our way to see Jen and her family, Thing One said "Does she have any hot chicks for daughters?"I didn't know how to answer that....so I didn't.But, here is Jen, her hubby and 3 of her 5 kids (the little girl was the neighbor girl...the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;teen aged&lt;/span&gt; boys were not around for the photo op).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thing One begged to stay longer at their house....I am guessing he found the scenery here more pleasing to the eye than all the mountains, glaciers and geysers I'd exposed him to over the past 11 days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And now...I am home. 2600 miles, 11 days, 3 national parks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy trails to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-6149899951839059817?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/6149899951839059817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=6149899951839059817&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/6149899951839059817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/6149899951839059817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/07/all-roads-lead-tohome.html' title='All roads lead to....Home!'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HDCrgyLnmC0/TiYhT88eMUI/AAAAAAAACg4/PIrZ563jR4E/s72-c/DSC00785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-7130684132240625655</id><published>2011-07-17T20:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:26:13.151-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MT Vacation'/><title type='text'>Yellowstone in a Day</title><content type='html'>Yes, the park can be toured in a day...but oh my...what a long and tiring day!&lt;br /&gt;We started at the far north end, near Mammoth Hot Springs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630521611551906898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lIJv43_f6cQ/TiOhkuy2HFI/AAAAAAAACfQ/cVA1Wpxz908/s200/DSC_0019.JPG" /&gt;Lunch was a trip down memory lane....I took the boys over to the General Store where I worked as a soda fountain girl some 27 years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oU9pntZyX4c/TiOhkRXr2yI/AAAAAAAACfI/Aupge3XG5JI/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630521603653360418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oU9pntZyX4c/TiOhkRXr2yI/AAAAAAAACfI/Aupge3XG5JI/s200/DSC_0020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The shop has been remodeled but remains pretty much the same general design.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TWbAuxuLY7A/TiOhkJ4NzdI/AAAAAAAACfA/RC1fxih_jmI/s1600/DSC_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630521601642319314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TWbAuxuLY7A/TiOhkJ4NzdI/AAAAAAAACfA/RC1fxih_jmI/s200/DSC_0032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We gulped down lunch and scooted over to watch "Old Reliable" perform at the noon-time show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630521595923011810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8iCxA_HdgH0/TiOhj0koGOI/AAAAAAAACe4/hwrnlcBxj0E/s200/DSC_0029.JPG" /&gt;Thing One was feeling a bit grumpy as we waited for the "show" and I pointed out that watching Old Faithful is Americana at its best...his sassy-14 year old self replied with a "Yeah, we could just stay home and watch it on You-Tube". &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* Yeah, at that moment I said a little prayer of apology to my own parents....as I too probably didn't appreciate the efforts that went into all the family adventures we took when I was his age&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630521590618046322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jXGvW7xH-VY/TiOhjgz0v3I/AAAAAAAACew/CbjncdNuI9M/s200/DSC_0033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Old Faithful Lodge remains unchanged....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630520569710899298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pv_Dtx42s1k/TiOgoFol8GI/AAAAAAAACeo/dBTTCSnIkqw/s200/DSC_0036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to get back on the road...(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;disclaimer: not on this classic Yellow Bus....but it made for a good photo op)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630520564193955042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w8BnJP9RT8s/TiOgnxFQDOI/AAAAAAAACeg/iOeRUJmK9xY/s200/DSC_0047.JPG" /&gt;The advantage of sitting by the window on the fully enclosed air-conditioned coach bus...Thing One had cheered up by this point and said "Can we bring him home and call him Sprinkles?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ok, kid, you might be back in my good graces and won't have to walk home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630520559490055410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VrLlQ2J94cw/TiOgnfjwPPI/AAAAAAAACeY/7kGDGGASt1E/s200/DSC_0082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We reach the half way point of our adventure and check out the Falls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630520551621301490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vr6-aYstcTA/TiOgnCPslPI/AAAAAAAACeQ/v6SbpeUjV1w/s200/DSC_0080.JPG" /&gt;Taking advantage of the "twin connection"...a family with young twins approached me and asked if I wanted them to take a picture of me and my twins. Who was I to correct them when they managed to capture Thing One smiling AND looking at the camera (a rare occurence). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630520548214634194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p9tflHyGt_0/TiOgm1je9tI/AAAAAAAACeI/ibXX9B9Cbok/s200/DSC_0097.JPG" /&gt;And here we are, back where we started...Mammoth Lodge...dinner time for the elk. 10+ hours in a tour bus, over 150 miles traveled, countless photos taken... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another good day on this Western Family Adventure....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-7130684132240625655?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/7130684132240625655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=7130684132240625655&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/7130684132240625655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/7130684132240625655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/07/yellowstone-in-day.html' title='Yellowstone in a Day'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lIJv43_f6cQ/TiOhkuy2HFI/AAAAAAAACfQ/cVA1Wpxz908/s72-c/DSC_0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-8238937670341188800</id><published>2011-07-16T08:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T09:03:43.985-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabin Fever</title><content type='html'>The day after Going to The Sun Road trip, we all found ourselves with a case of Cabin Fever. As in "let's stay close to the cabin" and just hang out!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629959102229557602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4lH-78N9WYc/TiGh-YResWI/AAAAAAAACeA/mvfMxx4T9Qo/s200/DSC00688.JPG" /&gt;Thing One found his bliss in the "bunk house" where our family slept. He had his I-touch and my laptop and while not connected online, was able to watch his plethora of videos. Earlier, he had gone for a short side car ride with Hubby and they checked out the local family Adventure center so he had gotten some fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629959099804354866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s8H9LJygKo0/TiGh-PPRCTI/AAAAAAAACd4/p8khv5jSJhw/s200/DSC00689.JPG" /&gt;We sent Grandpa out with Thing Two for some western Adventure. I heard tales of horesback riding and white water rafting. Pictures to follow: my heart is still racing as I hear more about the white water trip. One of those cases of "tis better to ask for forgiveness than request permission". Protective Hover Mom would probably have balked at the water adventures (the snow melt is still causing the river to flow really high and fast). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wX8EQ5ZZVzA/TiGh90opfXI/AAAAAAAACdw/MKcbIekr8P0/s1600/DSC00697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629959092663057778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wX8EQ5ZZVzA/TiGh90opfXI/AAAAAAAACdw/MKcbIekr8P0/s200/DSC00697.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And, me? Well, after a quick trip into town for some stuff, I grabbed my nook and headed for a quiet corner to read. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629957804548617410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxBfHXK9WyE/TiGgy2CO9MI/AAAAAAAACdo/n7zWFyBcGtk/s200/DSC00736.JPG" /&gt;Yes, the cabin was rustic. No dishwasher....but with a view like this...washing dishes hardly seems like a hardship. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629957795239204258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hbIwriFbOiM/TiGgyTWslaI/AAAAAAAACdg/8Ey285pJqyc/s200/DSC00701.JPG" /&gt;Soon, it was time to feed the hungry crew. Who needs cell phone service when you need to locate the gang? Just sound the alarm, and if they are hungry, they'll come find some grub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629957791264788034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wngzh-gTUaY/TiGgyEjHzkI/AAAAAAAACdY/El-8WI4B7hg/s200/DSC00713.JPG" /&gt;Here we are: enjoying the sweet life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629954035537982994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ao8PSIDhAB8/TiGdXdYEthI/AAAAAAAACdQ/5M0HUEXQWI4/s200/DSC00750.JPG" /&gt;Grandpa (a.k.a my dad) would be celebrating his birthday in the days to come. Forget cake when you can have a giant slice of Huckleberry Pie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629954024600607970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O2x_9KxfIe4/TiGdW0oZnOI/AAAAAAAACdI/9pilXh8t9E0/s200/DSC00754.JPG" /&gt;Dinner is done, and while the sun is far from setting (it would't even think about getting dark until well past 1030, and even then, it never got really dark), there was a chill in the air. Let's put Thing Two to work in the wood shed. From the grin on his face, you can easily see he did not consider this to be work at all! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Thing found it very easy to step away from the distractions of city life...who needs Xbox when you've got a shed full of wood to chop?&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629954020262216338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lKg9NLHaWms/TiGdWkeDApI/AAAAAAAACdA/7-lGrO6cs_k/s200/DSC00760.JPG" /&gt;And the reward for a day of hard work and fresh air? Being allowed to dive right into the pie...eating straight out of the dish (disclaimer: everyone else had their fill of Huckleberry pie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But alas, all good things much come to an end. Thursday we bid farewell to our friends &lt;a href="http://wetcoastscootin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bobskoot &lt;/a&gt;and&lt;a href="http://bluekat78.blogspot.com/"&gt; Kari and Ron &lt;/a&gt;as they headed west towards their homes. It really was a fun experience sharing this vacation with family and new friends. Creating a sense of community that you don't necessarily get when you vacation with just your own people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday, it would be time for Hubby and Grandpa to take off on their next adventure and the boys and I will break camp Saturday morning. While we are getting road weary, there are still a few more stops planned along the way. Stay tuned for more Chang Gang adventures! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-8238937670341188800?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/8238937670341188800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=8238937670341188800&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/8238937670341188800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/8238937670341188800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/07/cabin-fever.html' title='Cabin Fever'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4lH-78N9WYc/TiGh-YResWI/AAAAAAAACeA/mvfMxx4T9Qo/s72-c/DSC00688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-6296956937545539244</id><published>2011-07-13T20:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T21:17:52.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629038940052919474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j2mN7wfsxqY/Th5dF5CyFLI/AAAAAAAACcY/AwYRIkoYxTw/s200/DSC_0006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you are a motorcycle enthusiast, one of the must-ride rides is the Going to Sun Road. It is the only road that takes you directly across the park. And, it is only open "seasonally". Late snowstorms and record accumulation, had resulted in multiple delays with the opening of this road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You can imagine our delight when we learned that TODAY, the road would open for the 2011 season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629038971704132530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2df2E-ZcNYI/Th5dHu9BQ7I/AAAAAAAACc4/Y8RY6_EW544/s200/DSC_0063.JPG" /&gt;this poor little baby goat seemed a little confused "Hey, Ma, these things weren't here yesterday...what are they doing in MY way?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629038956812798898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zkgxB5tB_5A/Th5dG3epi7I/AAAAAAAACcw/cZVIU-jhEaw/s200/DSC_0073.JPG" /&gt;The historic red buses were filled to capacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629038954703747426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3-sZi_7d-3w/Th5dGvnz-WI/AAAAAAAACco/bDegILpVy20/s200/DSC_0022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, yes, while the travel was slowed down with fellow tourists, motorcycles and construction crews, I must say it was pretty cool to be part of the "Opening Day" frenzy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629038943201314770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X_ibko7fOCc/Th5dGExax9I/AAAAAAAACcg/QGvzgN5kPCU/s200/DSC_0018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Tonight's disclaimer: while I am not sitting outside on the steps of the property owners, I am sitting in a pie shop using their free wi-fi. Free but not very fast. In the interest of time, I went with small size photos. Sorry for the small pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-6296956937545539244?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/6296956937545539244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=6296956937545539244&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/6296956937545539244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/6296956937545539244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/07/opening-day.html' title='Opening Day'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j2mN7wfsxqY/Th5dF5CyFLI/AAAAAAAACcY/AwYRIkoYxTw/s72-c/DSC_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-6368265087209979521</id><published>2011-07-12T15:13:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T15:54:53.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks like we made it....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Three days road travel, over 1200 miles completed thus far...and yesterday...we reached our destination...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628581631654442610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tl5dDKsCs74/Thy9LCgNNnI/AAAAAAAACcQ/4Sinp-Rq52M/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some of Hubby's motorcycle buddies are joining us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Until yesterday, we only knew of them through their online blogs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now? I feel like we have friends who live in Oregon and Vancouver, BC!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628580923301717714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gDvAqT5Uzn0/Thy8hzrwZtI/AAAAAAAACcI/LLIRPn9IOAY/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Mickey...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mickey was the Russian immigrant who immigrated to the Valley in the late 1890s and set up a homestead (MT word for Ranch). His descendents continue to live here and a couple decades ago left the ranching life and now use their assorted cabins as vacation rentals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628580909437887762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eRkXif4ov-w/Thy8hACXJRI/AAAAAAAACcA/32crKR_SMdA/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were told it was to be a rustic experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the only guarantee was indoor plumbing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;supplemented by some outdoor options&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628580905256065506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bYD0nPKxN2o/Thy8gwdVmeI/AAAAAAAACb4/AVWdsR67CbE/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628580899651884354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TD86c9o27sE/Thy8gblMlUI/AAAAAAAACbw/AMDjmRJyydY/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as you can see from the smiles, rustic works for us!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Disclaimer: internet options are limited. I am submitting this while sitting outside on the porch of the owner's...with their permission using their wi-fi. I've never blogged in the bright sunshine with a weak signal so I don't feel like spending a lot of time fiddling with the format. I want to get back to enjoy the quiet life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qlajGAFLno4/Thy8gBWp9HI/AAAAAAAACbo/gLsmLgEQJho/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/16695389-6368265087209979521?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/6368265087209979521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=6368265087209979521&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/6368265087209979521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/6368265087209979521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/07/looks-like-we-made-it.html' title='Looks like we made it....'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tl5dDKsCs74/Thy9LCgNNnI/AAAAAAAACcQ/4Sinp-Rq52M/s72-c/DSC_0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-4333658928492374583</id><published>2011-07-10T19:58:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T20:36:04.365-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MT Vacation'/><title type='text'>Cooling our heels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've almost reached our destination. However, since Hubby scored an extra day off, we found ourselves 'stretching' the travel a bit. Today, we found ourselves, just slowly working our way to our cabins.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627911889435962498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4tnVVkOzFE8/ThpcC6UHLII/AAAAAAAACbQ/_TGmh-Cb_L4/s320/DSC00665.JPG" /&gt;As a treat for not killing each other in the first 1000 miles on the road, we've treated the Things to a night at a hotel with an indoor "water park". Ok, so it is just two slides but hey, it was more than the other hotels offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627911902746512306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vUVJyHIENtM/ThpcDr5mC7I/AAAAAAAACbg/BGkFhjRp0Z8/s320/DSC00675.JPG" /&gt;Uh oh, one last attempt to drown each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627911892087187490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SzahSqNkB2g/ThpcDEMNqCI/AAAAAAAACbY/5_QEZVbFooY/s320/DSC00668.JPG" /&gt;There you go...smile nice for Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or as Thing Two likes to tell others "Just smile, she won't give up until we pose for her pictures"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow we'll travel a little further north and check into our cabin for the week. The boys are in for a "treat"...Grandpa picked out the place...indoor plumbing is a guarantee, all other luxuries the Things have become accustomed to? who knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-4333658928492374583?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/4333658928492374583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=4333658928492374583&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/4333658928492374583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/4333658928492374583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/07/cooling-our-heals.html' title='Cooling our heels'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4tnVVkOzFE8/ThpcC6UHLII/AAAAAAAACbQ/_TGmh-Cb_L4/s72-c/DSC00665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-2149431123796992892</id><published>2011-07-09T16:41:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T19:12:56.919-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MT Vacation'/><title type='text'>Bits and pieces:  Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627517403909048946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN_FNXJBj8s/Thj1Q1NTynI/AAAAAAAACaw/4DEEoRZS4UU/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" /&gt; While crossing Beartooth Pass, we met up with these native Americans that would serve as our guide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627517416360041874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIbKDRiMd2g/Thj1Rjl23ZI/AAAAAAAACbA/3poZ6ZuoORc/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" /&gt;Leading us over what has been described as America's Most Scenic Highway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd have to agree....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scenic drive: check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Light traffic: yeah baby!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627334696997830802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_am36SMYZnM/ThhPF47JQJI/AAAAAAAACao/QrMeLJKgSHQ/s320/Wyoming%2BState%2BLine.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you give me a German engineered auto, designed for the "without speed limit" autobahns of Deutschland, I will find that driving is pleasurable. Hubby would argue that I wasn't so much as driving as I was 'speeding' but since no law enforcement officials gave me a "performance award" I think I wasn't going that fast (for the record, Schnitzel just floats at 80+mph!). As you can see, he was out in the elements on Vikki and the side car (yes, the boys each took a short stint as the "monkey", the official term for when someone rides in the side car)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ofimMmzigNg/ThhOFxsofWI/AAAAAAAACag/KvIrzR2FnM4/s1600/Cody%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627333595546287458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ofimMmzigNg/ThhOFxsofWI/AAAAAAAACag/KvIrzR2FnM4/s320/Cody%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If the street performers do a "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-show" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;shtick&lt;/span&gt; where they try really hard to sell their posters (instead of waiting until after the show), that is your cue to skip the show and go find dinner. The Cody Gunslingers are an event worth skipping. It could have been the wind, the approaching rain shower or the fact that we had just cruised through some 500+ miles of "exciting" Wyoming terrain that skewed our perception. Just the same, skip it and save yourself from the family teasing because you were the one that suggested this activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are cruising with your Things, one Thing will imagine the rocks ahead look like bagels with poppy seeds. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;teenaged&lt;/span&gt; Thing? Imagined they all looked like boobies. Not sure if he really thought that or if he just enjoys watching his 11 year old brother giggle at just the word &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;boobie&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, Western Road Trip Day 1. &lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for more humorous observations from the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-3164619170242430434?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/3164619170242430434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=3164619170242430434&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/3164619170242430434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/3164619170242430434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/07/observations-from-road.html' title='Observations from the road..'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_am36SMYZnM/ThhPF47JQJI/AAAAAAAACao/QrMeLJKgSHQ/s72-c/Wyoming%2BState%2BLine.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-6750434849517806119</id><published>2011-07-06T06:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T17:39:41.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What game?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vmdZuBlSvxo/ThZClasVhZI/AAAAAAAACaQ/onLTeucLOcQ/s1600/Water%2BWorld%2Bfirst%2Bvisit%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626757995033888146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vmdZuBlSvxo/ThZClasVhZI/AAAAAAAACaQ/onLTeucLOcQ/s320/Water%2BWorld%2Bfirst%2Bvisit%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thing One asked me earlier this week "&lt;em&gt;So, mom, do you think Grandpa will ever get back in the game?".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um, uh, excuse me...what game might you be referring to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thing One, in that tone known to any parent living with a teenager, "&lt;em&gt;Mom, you know what game..the game of L.O.V.E."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um, uh, not sure...you'll have to ask him that yourself when you see him next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, that's what's going on here. Summer vacation continues on: days spent hanging out, going to Water World, pondering life's great mysteries of love (at least for Thing One) and now we're about to embark on the great-American tradition of the Family Road Trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish us luck...we'll catch you on the flip side (or maybe in between with some picture updates...we shall see).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-6750434849517806119?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/6750434849517806119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=6750434849517806119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/6750434849517806119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/6750434849517806119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-game.html' title='What game?'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vmdZuBlSvxo/ThZClasVhZI/AAAAAAAACaQ/onLTeucLOcQ/s72-c/Water%2BWorld%2Bfirst%2Bvisit%2B%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-2500257757419024612</id><published>2011-06-27T21:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:37:06.078-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why yes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623102924902370770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_M4QY747jdo/TglGUVZEDdI/AAAAAAAACZw/-KRrjMlTQFc/s320/PD_0123.JPG" /&gt;Miles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623102923413564738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ysA0uTKnZd0/TglGUP2GrUI/AAAAAAAACZo/eZhaXKBjxPs/s320/PD_0090.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My sis and I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623106155247811538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sLd4ev6uFKY/TglJQXXbu9I/AAAAAAAACaI/MoCkM6tvdeM/s320/PD_0046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Southern Living...1976&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623105762417730610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dT8zlFTZlSM/TglI5f9cZDI/AAAAAAAACaA/g-AFee-LWwI/s320/PD_0112.JPG" /&gt;Patrick and his great grandma Irene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623102904263457522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7iHJVoRk7Ko/TglGTIgXOvI/AAAAAAAACZY/du4ThZVcTsg/s320/PD_0040.JPG" /&gt;Desert Dolls...Tuscon AZ...?1970s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why yes....I have been playing with my scanner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How did you guess? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm entering the 4th week of summer vacation and all is well.&lt;br /&gt;The boys and I have made it to the pool, the water park, the movies and yes....even the library. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;They've slept in, I've stayed up late. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've renewed my CPR certification (feel free to collapse in my presence, I now will know to start compressions before breathing). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've been to the doctor for my annual (ok, so it was more like biennial) check up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've published a blog book (Thanks Ganelle for the idea, I went with blog2print, required next to no editing on my part)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I've bonded with "Stewart"...he and I have made a donut run, a post office run, a couple runs through the neighborhood and some practice time at the school parking lot &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yep....the best part of being a school nurse? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Summer Vacation! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-2500257757419024612?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/2500257757419024612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=2500257757419024612&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/2500257757419024612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/2500257757419024612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-yes.html' title='Why yes...'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_M4QY747jdo/TglGUVZEDdI/AAAAAAAACZw/-KRrjMlTQFc/s72-c/PD_0123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-3545522275630540067</id><published>2011-06-18T20:03:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T10:51:55.869-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail and Farewell...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MjZtMyv0QBs/Tf1iRLec7TI/AAAAAAAACZQ/-giy3Qu70G8/s1600/P1010214%255B2%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First the farewell....Thursday I walked my child home from the neighborhood elementary school for the last time. After summer vacation, he's headed off to the middle school. The end of an era for sure...as we have had one child, sometimes two at this school since July 2000. Bittersweet? Nah, mostly just sweet....many memorable moments and wonderful friendships formed...both for the boys and myself. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619749399385556290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BK-kA5Wf48U/Tf1cTdUXRUI/AAAAAAAACZI/F98o2-btI90/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" /&gt;Off he goes...no looking back...not only is he very ready for middle school...he's going through that stage where mom is embarrassing enough, mom with a camera? Oh the horrors of it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619749389888269874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xbv5bT4FoJI/Tf1cS58CLjI/AAAAAAAACZA/GHa_SiKlbZE/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" /&gt;Who is happier...the boys...or Mr. D....who survived teaching each Thing at one point or another? &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619749383618487970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRrZ3cImU04/Tf1cSilM5qI/AAAAAAAACY4/5rI9IJnLPiw/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" /&gt;It is indeed a memorable moment to finish up elementary school. One worth a little bit of celebrating. So, celebrating we did.....I rounded up several wonderful friends (many that we've known since this kid started kindergarten) and we had a little party in the park...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619749379916420562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kPyOrHInuyU/Tf1cSUyj1dI/AAAAAAAACYw/siIS0T3Yfo0/s320/DSC_0057.JPG" /&gt;Watch out middle school....here they come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619749370378053922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bgb33MZNJHE/Tf1cRxQb6SI/AAAAAAAACYo/7l6wY-fPmsM/s320/DSC_0070.JPG" /&gt;And the beaming mommas. If there is one thing I am reflecting on a lot these days....take each day as it comes, celebrate the "lesser" milestone moments in the company of good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now for the Hail....I've added to the collection in the garage. A few weeks ago, to make my hubby happy, I took the motorcycle safety "basic riders" course. No, I don't want to ride a motorcycle (beyond my comfort level). But, maybe a scooter wouldn't be so bad. I finished the class thinking "maybe". Today, I made up my mind...within minutes of sitting on a scooter that felt right and looked pretty much perfect in terms of what I'd like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So join me in a hearty welcome to the newest edition to the motorized members of our family....she remains unnamed...but she is a 2009 Genuine "Buddy" brand scooter. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619755957306060082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MjZtMyv0QBs/Tf1iRLec7TI/AAAAAAAACZQ/-giy3Qu70G8/s320/P1010214%255B2%255D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i2hzcn09bMQ/Tf1bWKqOvGI/AAAAAAAACYI/w7MdBs1znx4/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jwvWRQi5X5s/Tf1bV4NU0FI/AAAAAAAACYA/sq9xXAAaFfY/s1600/DSC_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-3545522275630540067?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/3545522275630540067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=3545522275630540067&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/3545522275630540067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/3545522275630540067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/06/hail-and-farewell.html' title='Hail and Farewell...'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BK-kA5Wf48U/Tf1cTdUXRUI/AAAAAAAACZI/F98o2-btI90/s72-c/DSC_0024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-3058790411712711415</id><published>2011-05-28T18:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T18:47:59.393-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Judy'/><title type='text'>Strike Up the Band!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fopL-7WxK8c?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday afternoon I stopped by Judy's place under the pretense to see how she was doing post-chemo. We visited for a bit and then lo and behold...we hear music...band music! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is just like living in a small town....my friend Judy is the band mom for the school where I work. When I shared her news with the people at work, they immediately started to plot this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;. The timing was perfect and the sounds of their music...made us all forget the worries of the day if just for a moment or two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mr. M. and the marching Raptors!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-3058790411712711415?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/3058790411712711415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=3058790411712711415&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/3058790411712711415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/3058790411712711415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/05/strike-up-band.html' title='Strike Up the Band!'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/fopL-7WxK8c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-6255758654128289279</id><published>2011-05-22T07:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T10:39:49.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart 2 heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHcLGBKxyIs/TdkSUqnPB0I/AAAAAAAACXc/SAEC2MtSe3w/s1600/DSC_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609534957112198978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHcLGBKxyIs/TdkSUqnPB0I/AAAAAAAACXc/SAEC2MtSe3w/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Judy, Eric and Allie Spring 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Earlier this week, as I walked Thing One out to the front of my school and send him up the hill to his school, he asked to borrow my stethoscope. You know nurses, we always wear the thing around out neck like an accessory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He puts it to his heart (there is hope for him yet, he knew exactly where to place it), listened for a moment or two and quickly handed it back to me...with a classic Thing One remark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here you go Mom, I've heard enough...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yep son, I too have heard enough this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Unfortunately, it isn't quite time for me to hand over or hang up the stethoscope. There are a couple weeks left in the school year and then summer vacation starts up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A summer that will be unlike any other summer before....as I hold the hand of one of the best friends a girl could ever be blessed with as Judy takes on the biggest medical challenge that gets tossed our way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609534953493007442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OAJP-8PXo84/TdkSUdIWjFI/AAAAAAAACXU/NfD-7rzOtFM/s320/The%2BGang.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Halloween Madness October 1999, Things and the Lish Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It really is not my story to tell...but from time to time I may use this blog to share some of my thoughts on the matter. A way for me to process what is going on with my friend. and yes, I'm sure I'll find a light hearted fun way to express it....for that's what makes this blog such a happy Ride....focusing on the happiness that I experience in my life. &lt;/div&gt;It is what Judy will want...always happy...always positive..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's time I get on that Ride too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/16695389-6255758654128289279?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/6255758654128289279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=6255758654128289279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/6255758654128289279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/6255758654128289279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/05/heart-2-heart.html' title='Heart 2 heart...'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHcLGBKxyIs/TdkSUqnPB0I/AAAAAAAACXc/SAEC2MtSe3w/s72-c/DSC_0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-6055623236624239700</id><published>2011-05-05T06:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T06:56:08.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up</title><content type='html'>Secret confession time (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, not so secret for those who know me):  I have a potty mouth.&lt;br /&gt;You need to know that for this update to be even slightly amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting with my older Thing, trying to distract myself with humor I called him "my little sh*t". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which he cheerfully replied "Mom, I'm growing up now, I"m more like a medium sh*t".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks son...I needed that little giggle this morning...as I struggle to process some grown-up issues that I'm just not ready to tackle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-6055623236624239700?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/6055623236624239700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=6055623236624239700&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/6055623236624239700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/6055623236624239700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/05/growing-up.html' title='Growing up'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-7862596412242317068</id><published>2011-04-19T18:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T18:21:16.521-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you say when...</title><content type='html'>A young 15 year old comes to your office and shares with you she has done something &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; bad, and disappointed her parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in this job long enough to realize I now need to approach with caution. Who knows what will come out next. Slowly I manage to coax out of her what she had done to disappoint them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She had told her parents NO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, she did not want her marriage arranged.&lt;br /&gt;No, she did not want to be engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet, her father insists it is to be so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can spout off the district statistics of the various cultures represented in our school.&lt;br /&gt;But today? It struck home....and I realized I was completely unprepared for how to help this young lady. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead, I phoned a friend....and with this young lady's permission, I found a Muslim teacher in our building who can help her bridge that gap between parent and child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days? It really does take a village!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-7862596412242317068?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/7862596412242317068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=7862596412242317068&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/7862596412242317068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/7862596412242317068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-do-you-say-when.html' title='What do you say when...'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-5697602619117604785</id><published>2011-03-28T07:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T07:28:57.581-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride....through the eyes of an 11 year old....</title><content type='html'>On the way to the store this weekend, Thing Two proudly announced that "Mom, not only was it a three flusher but I ended up having to use the plunger too!". Seriously? Yep....that was his major accomplishment? And he was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beaming&lt;/span&gt; with pride Oh my....where have I gone wrong with this child?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-5697602619117604785?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/5697602619117604785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=5697602619117604785&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/5697602619117604785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/5697602619117604785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/03/pridethrough-eyes-of-11-year-old.html' title='Pride....through the eyes of an 11 year old....'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-5717916563883437790</id><published>2011-03-15T16:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T16:48:57.238-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thing One...strikes again...</title><content type='html'>where does this boy come up with his word choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while fixing dinner this evening, he looked at the preparation and said "EEww...what's that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I said "it's your favorite, Salisbury Steak"..he quickly replied with a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Cooking:  taking yuck and turning it into YUM"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-5717916563883437790?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/5717916563883437790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=5717916563883437790&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/5717916563883437790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/5717916563883437790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/03/thing-onestrikes-again.html' title='Thing One...strikes again...'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-6109950955489780884</id><published>2011-03-12T20:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T20:32:08.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perhaps it is time for a refresher course?</title><content type='html'>Thing One comes to work with me each morning, and hangs out in my office for about 40 minutes until his school starts...which is right next door.  Usually, it is not a problem...he sits and watches cartoons on the computer and eats his breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had an emergency to deal with while he was still around.&lt;br /&gt; Scalp wound + Nose Bleed + Orbital Fracture=Blood, lots and lots of blood.  (Springtime apparently brings out the wild in some of our hot-blooded girls!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am cleaning her up, some of my co-workers help get Thing One out of the clinic and away from the mess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked him this morning if he had seen anything and what his thoughts were, he casually remarked "Oh, I just thought she was having her period".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okey-dokey, time to re-read &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;chapter in &lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt; books....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-6109950955489780884?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/6109950955489780884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=6109950955489780884&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/6109950955489780884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/6109950955489780884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/03/perhaps-it-is-time-for-refresher-course.html' title='Perhaps it is time for a refresher course?'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-5552928358083724085</id><published>2011-02-27T15:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T15:29:15.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard</title><content type='html'>Thing Two:  "Mom, can you take me to Sprouts?  I've been feeling tired and think more vegetables would help."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing One:  "NOOO...you can't go vegetarian...we've had so many meaty memories together!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-5552928358083724085?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/5552928358083724085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=5552928358083724085&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/5552928358083724085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/5552928358083724085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/02/overheard.html' title='Overheard'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-1150772623351956100</id><published>2011-02-21T18:29:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T18:48:55.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While we were out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Saturday...we needed to run a few errands:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;First stop: The music store to exchange Thing Two's viola for the next size up. Apparently it isn't just his hair that has grown this winter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Next up, should have been picking up detergent (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hard to tackle Mt. St. Laundry without it&lt;/span&gt;), but while we were out...we decided to swing by the car lot and picked out this little beauty..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576322331805686162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFIOO6sQcwM/TWMTnbxbGZI/AAAAAAAACWw/yugqezJMqbI/s320/POTD51.JPG" /&gt;Joining the Chang Gang is Schnitzel. She's a 6yr old BMW x5, with not just a V8 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(315hp @5400 RPM)&lt;/span&gt;, but 4 bun warmers. yes, we're more excited about those leather seat warmers than the technical details.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-1150772623351956100?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/1150772623351956100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=1150772623351956100&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/1150772623351956100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/1150772623351956100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/02/while-we-were-out.html' title='While we were out...'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFIOO6sQcwM/TWMTnbxbGZI/AAAAAAAACWw/yugqezJMqbI/s72-c/POTD51.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-1008666926219192480</id><published>2011-02-09T20:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T20:58:01.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Telling it like it is...</title><content type='html'>For starters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Driving home from the store, both boys in the car.   I started to ask them if when we got home would they....and before I even had a chance to finish my request, younger Thing quickly chimes in with a "&lt;em&gt;Sure Mom, whatever you need.  Oh wait, I suppose I should have waited to find out what you were going to ask".   &lt;/em&gt;I burst out laughing...and said, "&lt;em&gt;Boy, dial it down, you are kissing up"..&lt;/em&gt;   &lt;em&gt; "I know Mom, I find it makes me liked by more people when I do that".&lt;/em&gt;    Mr. Tell it Like it is strikes again!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, back at the school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;it's been a busy start to the week.  Monday, I broke a "record"...one that need not be broken.  Left work wondering if it was&lt;em&gt; National Bring Your Weed to School day&lt;/em&gt;? as I tested 7 kids that afternoon.   Pleased to report only one was high, but a couple were still sent home because they had the "right stuff" (though bringing it to school, makes it the wrong stuff).  This came after a lunch time encounter with the paramedics.  Seems a kid decided to pass out and have his initial seizure on my watch.  Good news is, he's ok.  Bad news?  yet again, I was too worried about the student's health to even notice if the fireman hotties were hot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yesterday, I found myself dealing  with frostbite and diaper rash.  I am happy to report, it wasn't the same kid with both concerns.  Just that reminder that we see a little bit of everything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Changing my image...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;For some reason, I've earned the reputation of being a bit serious and straight laced at work.  For those that have met me (or in the case of some, who have known me my entire life), you know that is far from the case.  I had the opportunity yesterday to hopefully show folks I am not ALL work and no play...'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  My principal had heard about the busy day I'd had on Monday and came by to thank me for a job well done.  I smiled and said &lt;em&gt;"So, I suppose now is not a good time to tell you my husband had a job interview today?".&lt;/em&gt;  The look of worry on his face was priceless!  Couldn't leave him hanging for too long when I giggled and added &lt;em&gt;"Oh, but it is for a job here in town!".  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So this 'bout wraps up the latest here at our place...a little laughter both home and at work.  I'm still taking daily pictures, just not daily blogging (that?  is simply too much to tackle!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-1008666926219192480?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/1008666926219192480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=1008666926219192480&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/1008666926219192480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/1008666926219192480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/02/telling-it-like-it-is.html' title='Telling it like it is...'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-8859948980657436479</id><published>2011-01-30T07:55:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T08:30:11.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenged to catch up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last week got a little crazy, but the camera was still working. Here's a quick recap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567996993356225570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TUV_w9Nw3CI/AAAAAAAACWE/KTLvkBE0qwg/s320/POTD30.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1.30.11: the calm before the storm. The weather people tell us we'll have a high of 0 on Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567996861141465234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TUV_pQrTuJI/AAAAAAAACV8/z0DnnC0a9ec/s320/POTD29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1.29.11:  Costco on a Saturday?  yep, it's official...I'm insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567996699519185890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TUV_f2ljc-I/AAAAAAAACV0/nXW4mEupl_s/s320/POTD28.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1.28.11:  TGIF...and a warm one at that!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567999587982128098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TUWCH-8yM-I/AAAAAAAACWM/L6rq02ucYD8/s320/POTD27.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1.27.11:  Beef (and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Choy&lt;/span&gt;):  it's what's cooking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567996413141215538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TUV_PLvuaTI/AAAAAAAACVk/Xcxusz8aN5E/s320/POTD26.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1.26.11:  Feeling blue?  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Moosey&lt;/span&gt; saves the day.  Thanks Thing One for sharing him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567996294923097970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TUV_ITWVF3I/AAAAAAAACVc/68pcPaO_m20/s320/POTD25.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1.25.11: My new mantra? It's only hair, it's only hair. After years of having boys with buzz cuts, this longer-shaggy look is taking some time to adjust to (but he loves it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TUV8OtLOPxI/AAAAAAAACVU/RBiFo3y0uI4/s1600/POTD29.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TUV8Of5K1MI/AAAAAAAACVM/essrSoehWNY/s1600/POTD30.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-8859948980657436479?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/8859948980657436479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=8859948980657436479&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/8859948980657436479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/8859948980657436479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/01/challenged-to-catch-up.html' title='Challenged to catch up'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TUV_w9Nw3CI/AAAAAAAACWE/KTLvkBE0qwg/s72-c/POTD30.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-4811483343847547649</id><published>2011-01-26T19:16:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T20:01:16.900-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nurse Tales'/><title type='text'>Providing comfort</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TUDbmw8bqYI/AAAAAAAACVE/xVRaEo9Fa2U/s1600/DSC_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566690598449817986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TUDbmw8bqYI/AAAAAAAACVE/xVRaEo9Fa2U/s320/DSC_0040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As a nurse, I've sat with countless families in those initial moments after a loved one has passed away. As cliche as it sounds, it is something that just comes with the territory. I'd worked for 3 years on a medical-surgical unit, where many of my patients were dealing with end of life issues &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(military medicine didn't have an established hospice program, my unit was the closest thing they had).&lt;/span&gt; I know how to comfort the grieving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I found myself again sitting with a family as they processed the news that they had lost a loved one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The difference? This family was my "work family". And the loss, was that of Mr. K. He is the teacher that collapsed last November while teaching math. His health since then had been up and down. His passing yesterday was sudden in that recent reports had been filled with how well he was doing. Honestly, as a nurse, I had a sense this day would come and in many ways, was surprised it didn't happen sooner than yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What took me by surprise today, was watching my administrators step in and create a plan. They brought in extra counselors. They brought in extra subs to cover for the teachers in the math department if they found they just couldn't get back in there and teach. We had an early morning "core crisis" meeting, followed by an all staff meeting. We met with the students that were there when he first collapsed. We had a special announcement to the entire student body. Counselors called the homes of the students who had Mr. K but were absent today. The list could go on and on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nurse in me was sort of thinking "Yeah, and so?". Not meaning to sound cold and insensitive, but hey, death happens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then it dawned on me...wait a minute...I am now a &lt;em&gt;school&lt;/em&gt; nurse. Death doesn't happen that often in a school. It shouldn't happen. Teaching and learning: that is what should be happening every day. Not mourning losses. And yet when tragedy does strike a school, at least the school I am fortunate enough to work at, comes together, creates a plan and gets the job done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a wonderful thing it was to watch another profession provide comfort to those who are grieving. Yes, a bit different than the way nurses provide it. But, effective just the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farewell  Mr. K. Your work family will miss you dearly. &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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-4811483343847547649?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/4811483343847547649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=4811483343847547649&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/4811483343847547649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/4811483343847547649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/01/providing-comfort.html' title='Providing comfort'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TUDbmw8bqYI/AAAAAAAACVE/xVRaEo9Fa2U/s72-c/DSC_0040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-7828120561282979057</id><published>2011-01-24T19:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T19:36:32.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POTD'/><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TT42v9GXEzI/AAAAAAAACU8/LztI7HlwfMQ/s1600/Waiting%2Bto%2Bgo%2Bhome..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TT42v9GXEzI/AAAAAAAACU8/LztI7HlwfMQ/s320/Waiting%2Bto%2Bgo%2Bhome..JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565946386959504178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for his mama to finish up at work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-7828120561282979057?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/7828120561282979057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=7828120561282979057&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/7828120561282979057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/7828120561282979057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/01/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TT42v9GXEzI/AAAAAAAACU8/LztI7HlwfMQ/s72-c/Waiting%2Bto%2Bgo%2Bhome..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-8408519172624702203</id><published>2011-01-23T15:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T15:24:55.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TTypjPnvigI/AAAAAAAACU0/LESWUrbt6Yw/s1600/POTD23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565509662476831234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TTypjPnvigI/AAAAAAAACU0/LESWUrbt6Yw/s320/POTD23.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only one question remains: do you think "we'll" get an A?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*while the journaling isn't very clear, Thing Two created a catapult and studied what impact the launch angle had on how far the launched item went.  As tempting as it was to follow in the footsteps of his hero, Bart Simpson, Thing Two launched nickels instead of cats.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me?  Not so much..  &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/16695389-8408519172624702203?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/8408519172624702203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=8408519172624702203&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/8408519172624702203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/8408519172624702203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/01/finished.html' title='Finished'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TTypjPnvigI/AAAAAAAACU0/LESWUrbt6Yw/s72-c/POTD23.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-563142123621327978</id><published>2011-01-22T18:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T18:55:52.228-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POTD'/><title type='text'>Growing Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TTuKTiBAUQI/AAAAAAAACUo/CGA0CjnfIiQ/s1600/POTD22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565193832699547906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TTuKTiBAUQI/AAAAAAAACUo/CGA0CjnfIiQ/s320/POTD22.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These days, we're looking at this lasting a week...tops!&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/16695389-563142123621327978?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/563142123621327978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=563142123621327978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/563142123621327978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/563142123621327978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/01/growing-boys.html' title='Growing Boys'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TTuKTiBAUQI/AAAAAAAACUo/CGA0CjnfIiQ/s72-c/POTD22.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-6524756776025060469</id><published>2011-01-21T20:12:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T20:28:24.002-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POTD'/><title type='text'>Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TTpLZvQUMXI/AAAAAAAACUg/CzS9rYufBnw/s1600/POTD21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564843195123380594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TTpLZvQUMXI/AAAAAAAACUg/CzS9rYufBnw/s320/POTD21.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busy day in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIGH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; school.  This is the form I fill out when the kids...well, you know...appear neurologically compromised.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, happy hour started a little early for some of the kids (luckily not all 5 kids were under the influence....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aside from that, it's been a rather tame week at work.  Ready for the weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-6524756776025060469?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/6524756776025060469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=6524756776025060469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/6524756776025060469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/6524756776025060469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/01/five.html' title='Five'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TTpLZvQUMXI/AAAAAAAACUg/CzS9rYufBnw/s72-c/POTD21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-4638431837038288400</id><published>2011-01-20T19:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T19:14:54.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TTjrtaeIZjI/AAAAAAAACUY/--2-oqgGpXo/s1600/family%2Btime.jpg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564456505048589874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TTjrtaeIZjI/AAAAAAAACUY/--2-oqgGpXo/s320/family%2Btime.jpg.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little xbox time for the guys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-4638431837038288400?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/4638431837038288400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=4638431837038288400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/4638431837038288400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/4638431837038288400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/01/family-time.html' title='Family Time'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TTjrtaeIZjI/AAAAAAAACUY/--2-oqgGpXo/s72-c/family%2Btime.jpg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-1637945342282431423</id><published>2011-01-19T18:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T18:13:05.652-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POTD'/><title type='text'>If Only...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TTeLhL7BAGI/AAAAAAAACUQ/1HyfYvUouQw/s1600/clean%2Bdesk.jpg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564069266891800674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TTeLhL7BAGI/AAAAAAAACUQ/1HyfYvUouQw/s320/clean%2Bdesk.jpg.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the desk would stay like this.  Between finals last week (thus shortened day for students AND they had better be on death's door to leave class), a non-student contact day yesterday and today was just all around "productive"...my desk is looking pretty remarkable these days.  Ah...if only it would stay this way...a girl can dream, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ooo&lt;/span&gt;...and notice my Christmas present in the corner.  The Things got me the new tote from LL Bean:  and it's in the school colors no less!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-1637945342282431423?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/1637945342282431423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=1637945342282431423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/1637945342282431423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/1637945342282431423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-only.html' title='If Only...'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TTeLhL7BAGI/AAAAAAAACUQ/1HyfYvUouQw/s72-c/clean%2Bdesk.jpg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-2312082488860964876</id><published>2011-01-18T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T20:45:50.753-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POTD'/><title type='text'>Homework</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TTZeTmFhqhI/AAAAAAAACUI/SAItq57dBtg/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563738080397077010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TTZeTmFhqhI/AAAAAAAACUI/SAItq57dBtg/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thing Two continues to plug along on his science fair project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-2312082488860964876?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/2312082488860964876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=2312082488860964876&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/2312082488860964876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/2312082488860964876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/01/homework.html' title='Homework'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TTZeTmFhqhI/AAAAAAAACUI/SAItq57dBtg/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-8608582132835510176</id><published>2011-01-17T20:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T20:11:04.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POTD'/><title type='text'>colorized</title><content type='html'>Today was a holiday for the Things and I.  Thing 2 spent his morning in the dentist's chair.  I spent my afternoon in "Jane's" chair getting the gray addressed.  Guess who is  happier this evening?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TTUET_JLH5I/AAAAAAAACUA/h9WpT3eH76Y/s1600/POTD17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563357656100052882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TTUET_JLH5I/AAAAAAAACUA/h9WpT3eH76Y/s320/POTD17.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-8608582132835510176?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/8608582132835510176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=8608582132835510176&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/8608582132835510176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/8608582132835510176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/01/colorized.html' title='colorized'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TTUET_JLH5I/AAAAAAAACUA/h9WpT3eH76Y/s72-c/POTD17.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-8039898750855551983</id><published>2011-01-16T17:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T17:58:27.103-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POTD'/><title type='text'>Purple Mountain majesties</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TTOTqiQLxaI/AAAAAAAACT4/iCttB9bPyD4/s1600/POTD16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562952323691169186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TTOTqiQLxaI/AAAAAAAACT4/iCttB9bPyD4/s320/POTD16.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Above the fruited plain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some mornings, you can't help but break out in song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-8039898750855551983?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/8039898750855551983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=8039898750855551983&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/8039898750855551983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/8039898750855551983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/01/purple-mountain-majesties.html' title='Purple Mountain majesties'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TTOTqiQLxaI/AAAAAAAACT4/iCttB9bPyD4/s72-c/POTD16.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-1507335796160817258</id><published>2011-01-15T19:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T19:31:14.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POTD'/><title type='text'>So long side car</title><content type='html'>Trouble with the Russian mistress (again).   Not sure what will be the final solution, but today I helped Hubby perform some  garage amputation where we removed the tub  from the tug (translation:  took off the side car)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGPFq30aqYY/TTIGb9CO5yI/AAAAAAAAKN8/JwjoB63eXBg/s320/tug1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGPFq30aqYY/TTIGb9CO5yI/AAAAAAAAKN8/JwjoB63eXBg/s320/tug1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-1507335796160817258?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/1507335796160817258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=1507335796160817258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/1507335796160817258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/1507335796160817258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-long-side-car.html' title='So long side car'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGPFq30aqYY/TTIGb9CO5yI/AAAAAAAAKN8/JwjoB63eXBg/s72-c/tug1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-7654855900587836378</id><published>2011-01-14T20:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T20:59:04.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POTD'/><title type='text'>On call</title><content type='html'>Prayers for stable networks and successful changes for the next 2 weeks sure would be appreciated.....because it is MY guy on call!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TTEbGWk5L9I/AAAAAAAACTw/WYIz7sFkjPg/s1600/POTD14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562256810732761042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TTEbGWk5L9I/AAAAAAAACTw/WYIz7sFkjPg/s200/POTD14.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-7654855900587836378?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/7654855900587836378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=7654855900587836378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/7654855900587836378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/7654855900587836378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/01/on-call.html' title='On call'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TTEbGWk5L9I/AAAAAAAACTw/WYIz7sFkjPg/s72-c/POTD14.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-2767073178302068078</id><published>2011-01-13T18:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T18:16:22.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POTD'/><title type='text'>Book Fair</title><content type='html'>No matter how old you get, Elmo can still bring out the smiles...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TS-jhC4oVXI/AAAAAAAACTo/tettszcShIk/s1600/POTD13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561843852931257714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TS-jhC4oVXI/AAAAAAAACTo/tettszcShIk/s200/POTD13.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-2767073178302068078?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/2767073178302068078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=2767073178302068078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/2767073178302068078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/2767073178302068078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/01/book-fair.html' title='Book Fair'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TS-jhC4oVXI/AAAAAAAACTo/tettszcShIk/s72-c/POTD13.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-4619120995827699587</id><published>2011-01-12T20:05:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T05:53:29.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POTD'/><title type='text'>How is this possible?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TS5smbMhgRI/AAAAAAAACTg/ehipI98534s/s1600/POTD12.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It seems like just yesterday, I sent the youngest Thing off to kindergarten. Tonight we attended "Taste of T"...an open house event for incoming 6th graders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class of 2018...it'll be here before I know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ps:  trust me, I took a picture...but I've removed it.  Internet safety an all that jazz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-4619120995827699587?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/4619120995827699587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=4619120995827699587&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/4619120995827699587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/4619120995827699587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-is-this-possible.html' title='How is this possible?'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-3588307283278761061</id><published>2011-01-11T18:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T19:01:05.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POTD'/><title type='text'>the show must go on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TS0LBH79nrI/AAAAAAAACTY/g8XXcGoW5eI/s1600/DSC00046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561113228810755762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TS0LBH79nrI/AAAAAAAACTY/g8XXcGoW5eI/s200/DSC00046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TS0LAp8okMI/AAAAAAAACTQ/bhj6KP1B8SE/s1600/DSC00047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561113220760506562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TS0LAp8okMI/AAAAAAAACTQ/bhj6KP1B8SE/s200/DSC00047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Never mind how cold it is (5deg), trash hauling must still happen.&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/16695389-3588307283278761061?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/3588307283278761061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=3588307283278761061&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/3588307283278761061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/3588307283278761061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/01/show-must-go-on.html' title='the show must go on'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TS0LBH79nrI/AAAAAAAACTY/g8XXcGoW5eI/s72-c/DSC00046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-7627455432945557749</id><published>2011-01-10T19:15:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T19:19:43.734-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POTD'/><title type='text'>Late Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TSu9me1YXEI/AAAAAAAACTI/jL6hufz4iN4/s1600/DSC00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560746633728646210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TSu9me1YXEI/AAAAAAAACTI/jL6hufz4iN4/s320/DSC00045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second Monday of every month I have to attend a mandatory Department of Nursing meeting.  It means instead of getting home at 3:30, I don't get home until close to 6pm (I know, woe is me...).  Tonight, I walked in from the cold, just in time to assist with the removal of the pizza from the oven.  Thanks Hubby for snapping today's picture of the day (and for starting dinner).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-7627455432945557749?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/7627455432945557749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=7627455432945557749&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/7627455432945557749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/7627455432945557749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/01/late-night.html' title='Late Night'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TSu9me1YXEI/AAAAAAAACTI/jL6hufz4iN4/s72-c/DSC00045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-6688163949010646049</id><published>2011-01-09T09:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T09:41:43.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POTD'/><title type='text'>W.W.M.D?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TSnkLFO-kVI/AAAAAAAACTA/pQMiwdX8BE8/s1600/POTD9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560226094000279890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TSnkLFO-kVI/AAAAAAAACTA/pQMiwdX8BE8/s320/POTD9.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forecast today:  cold, and snowing.  4-8 inches predicted.  which for the non-locals, that translates to:  we have no idea, but don't get your hopes up for a snow day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laundry is caught up (the Things are becoming masters of the Machine..wash machine that is).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch is in the fridge (Tony Roma ribs on an awesome sale at Safeway this week).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which just leaves us with one question:  What Would Martha Do?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She'd hibernate in her craft shack.....and play!  And here is the proof that she's taking her own advice.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-6688163949010646049?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/6688163949010646049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=6688163949010646049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/6688163949010646049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/6688163949010646049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/01/wwmd.html' title='W.W.M.D?'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TSnkLFO-kVI/AAAAAAAACTA/pQMiwdX8BE8/s72-c/POTD9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-2475578889953662386</id><published>2011-01-08T09:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T09:38:13.952-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POTD'/><title type='text'>Exhibit A</title><content type='html'>In the argument that the younger Thing could use a new pair of shoes...we present Exhibit A&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TSiSzVeUqhI/AAAAAAAACS4/7iJJ60b8lM8/s1600/PODT6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559855150624188946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TSiSzVeUqhI/AAAAAAAACS4/7iJJ60b8lM8/s320/PODT6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-2475578889953662386?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/2475578889953662386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=2475578889953662386&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/2475578889953662386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/2475578889953662386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/01/exhibit.html' title='Exhibit A'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TSiSzVeUqhI/AAAAAAAACS4/7iJJ60b8lM8/s72-c/PODT6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-2143098580484501826</id><published>2011-01-07T20:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T20:16:39.999-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POTD'/><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TSfW8ekm30I/AAAAAAAACSw/fu3M1xwg_o0/s1600/POTD7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559648599499267906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TSfW8ekm30I/AAAAAAAACSw/fu3M1xwg_o0/s320/POTD7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember when...Friday night meant  Happy Hour at the O'Club? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not anymore...now it's off to Target with the Things (younger Thing was being camera shy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-2143098580484501826?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/2143098580484501826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=2143098580484501826&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/2143098580484501826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/2143098580484501826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/01/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TSfW8ekm30I/AAAAAAAACSw/fu3M1xwg_o0/s72-c/POTD7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-3787639658277416479</id><published>2011-01-06T19:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T19:53:45.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POTD'/><title type='text'>Detained</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TSZ_WVjAAgI/AAAAAAAACSo/2Fpp7VrYCJg/s1600/POTD6a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559270811753251330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TSZ_WVjAAgI/AAAAAAAACSo/2Fpp7VrYCJg/s320/POTD6a.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This sweet Thing apparently can't manage his time and get to class on time after lunch.  He earned his 4th tardy for the semester.  That bought him his first ever detention.&lt;br /&gt;Judging from the grin...I'm not too confident that the lesson has been learned?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-3787639658277416479?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/3787639658277416479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=3787639658277416479&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/3787639658277416479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/3787639658277416479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/01/detained.html' title='Detained'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TSZ_WVjAAgI/AAAAAAAACSo/2Fpp7VrYCJg/s72-c/POTD6a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-1134875780370980531</id><published>2011-01-05T19:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T19:18:33.500-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POTD'/><title type='text'>Look Ma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TSUl1iSzp5I/AAAAAAAACSg/cKI_l5MQJ8c/s1600/PODT5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558890916727728018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TSUl1iSzp5I/AAAAAAAACSg/cKI_l5MQJ8c/s200/PODT5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sure about the cavity status, but we were told right after I snapped this photo that a root canal is in this Thing's immediate future.  When he crashed his bike this summer, he hit the tooth.  First round of xrays were good.  Six month check up?  The tooth is dead.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-1134875780370980531?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/1134875780370980531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=1134875780370980531&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/1134875780370980531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/1134875780370980531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/01/look-ma.html' title='Look Ma...'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TSUl1iSzp5I/AAAAAAAACSg/cKI_l5MQJ8c/s72-c/PODT5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-7088349489704045557</id><published>2011-01-04T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T06:00:09.052-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POTD'/><title type='text'>Introducing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TSKBqjGdnkI/AAAAAAAACSY/QRK2D_rPZJc/s1600/POTD4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558147458105450050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TSKBqjGdnkI/AAAAAAAACSY/QRK2D_rPZJc/s200/POTD4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The little one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She joins the family of cameras as my "grab and go" gal. I still love my Nikon D50, SLR but for awhile have been itching to get something purse sized. The Nikon takes great pictures but is rather big to carry around on a regular basis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the important question: What should we name her? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-7088349489704045557?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/7088349489704045557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=7088349489704045557&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/7088349489704045557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/7088349489704045557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/01/introducing.html' title='Introducing'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TSKBqjGdnkI/AAAAAAAACSY/QRK2D_rPZJc/s72-c/POTD4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-1485620960905012077</id><published>2011-01-03T18:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T19:08:54.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nurse Tales'/><title type='text'>Baby Mama Drama</title><content type='html'>The office phone rings this morning.  It's a very worried hubby.  Seems his 7 month pregnant wife fell this morning and refused to go get checked out.  She insisted she come to school.  Not quite awake, I'm struggling to recall which teacher in the building is pregnant.  Last one I knew about delivered last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, the light bulb went off.&lt;br /&gt;Wife=Student.  Pregnant student &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and not one I knew about...but hey, it's a big school with 2400 students.  Not every kid loves visiting the clinic, though some days it seems that way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I retrieved the student from class.  She confirmed the story and said "But I'm fine".&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and told her "too late for that...you told your husband, he is worried, he has already called your OB and they want to see you.  Welcome to the world of over-protective spouse".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rather torn with this sort of drama.&lt;br /&gt;At 18, it isn't the path I'd have chosen for myself nor is it the path I hope my kids find themselves on.  On the other hand, this young lady is a senior, pulling straight As in honor classes and she has just one week to go until she graduates.  She'll have the baby later this spring, with her diploma in her hand.  And most importantly?  She's got someone out there worried enough to call and check on her well being.    Her road will not be easy...but with the right supports in place, maybe this young family has a chance at success.  I can only hope and pray...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-1485620960905012077?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/1485620960905012077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=1485620960905012077&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/1485620960905012077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/1485620960905012077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/01/baby-mama-drama.html' title='Baby Mama Drama'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-7163385885016794371</id><published>2011-01-03T06:14:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T06:17:55.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POTD'/><title type='text'>On your mark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TSHL8aU6VYI/AAAAAAAACSQ/bWj9TLilrR8/s1600/POTD3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557947653871523202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TSHL8aU6VYI/AAAAAAAACSQ/bWj9TLilrR8/s320/POTD3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get Set...GO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 weeks off...0530 came too darn early this morning! Yes, I brought work home to work on during break. No, I didn't even touch it. And the helmet? Um, I think that belongs to a Thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-7163385885016794371?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/7163385885016794371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=7163385885016794371&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/7163385885016794371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/7163385885016794371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/01/on-you-mark.html' title='On your mark'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TSHL8aU6VYI/AAAAAAAACSQ/bWj9TLilrR8/s72-c/POTD3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-1176651125398836140</id><published>2011-01-02T10:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T10:21:09.363-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POTD'/><title type='text'>Goodbye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TSCzaGxRzPI/AAAAAAAACSI/d9A0SD040rA/s1600/PODT2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557639201250462962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TSCzaGxRzPI/AAAAAAAACSI/d9A0SD040rA/s320/PODT2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Goodbye...until next year...Christmas magic is all packed up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-1176651125398836140?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/1176651125398836140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=1176651125398836140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/1176651125398836140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/1176651125398836140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/01/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye...'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TSCzaGxRzPI/AAAAAAAACSI/d9A0SD040rA/s72-c/PODT2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-70862942356797579</id><published>2011-01-01T14:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T14:32:23.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year=New Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; Resolutions come in all shapes and sizes. Some folks resolve to eat healthier. Other resolve to exerice more, tackle clutter or restore order to family finances. All of these are great ideas and worth taking on as a personal challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me? I'm resolving to take a photo a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yep, I'm joining the Project 365 craze that has been popular for the past couple of years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm curious to see where my camera will lead me...and shucks you never know, I might decide to eat right, exercise more and live a healthier life along the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But for now, I'm just promising to take a picture a day and share it...sometimes with text, sometimes just all by itself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557332548519169506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TR-cgkUzjeI/AAAAAAAACSA/KmEJfdoTd_Q/s320/p1.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P1:  Thing One and Thing Two braving the cold to play in the first measurable snow fall of the Winter Season&lt;br /&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/16695389-70862942356797579?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/70862942356797579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=70862942356797579&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/70862942356797579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/70862942356797579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-yearnew-project.html' title='New Year=New Project'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TR-cgkUzjeI/AAAAAAAACSA/KmEJfdoTd_Q/s72-c/p1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-1075504295393783434</id><published>2010-12-31T11:00:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T17:26:52.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing out the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm taking an idea from my &lt;a href="http://tosinm.blogspot.com/"&gt;blogging friend &lt;/a&gt;as I look back on the year that was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What books and or magazines did I read this year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year I rediscovered the joy that comes with reading a good book. I've read a lot of books...some great (The Help, Friday Night Knitting Club, Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet, and Island Beneath the Sun ) and some only so-so (House Rules, Knit 2 and Knit the Season). No matter how busy the week is, I always find time to read my People magazine (hubby calls it my porn). I'm also pretty excited to see how our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PV&lt;/span&gt; Book club turns out. It remains to be seen if we'll actually talk about the books or just socialize, but really either way is a win when you are spending time with your neighbors and friends, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What movies and or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; shows did I watch this year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a family, we've discovered the humor of Big Bang Theory. What rock have we been hiding under that we missed the first 3 seasons of this very funny show? Also, continuing to enjoy the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NCIS&lt;/span&gt; series (HELLO: just like my hubby, Mark Harmon just gets better looking with age!). The big change in our viewing habits has to be that the boys are now old enough that we can watch more shows together as a family. As for movies, we said goodbye to Blockbuster Home delivery and welcomed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Netflix&lt;/span&gt; into our lives. And just last month, I experimented with Red Box. While I enjoy the $1 price, I don't care for the need to return it to the store vs. dropping it in the mailbox. I end up spending more $ in the store (D"UH...their marketing strategy works).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What special days did I celebrate and how?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In July, Hubby and I became parents of a teenage boy. Not sure how that happened (as it seems like just last year we brought the big headed baby home from the hospital). In November, we celebrated 15 yrs of wedded bliss. And let's not forget March 8&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. That was a big day for both hubby and I: we both found ourselves with new jobs on the same day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What gifts did I give/and or receive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most memorable gift I gave was to my friend Judie. This summer, she had a series of very unfortunate events and found herself moving into a new place.. I organized a "shower" for her...filling her new apartment with all sorts of fun and practical things. It won't heal all the hurt in her heart, but I hope that this simple gesture on our part showed her what a gift her friendship means to all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What illnesses or health concerns did I have?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've enjoyed good health as has the rest of the family. Thing Two took a couple tumbles this year that reminded us what a blessing it is to have affordable insurance and access to health care. Luckily, none of his visits were major concerns but the financial costs could have really weighed us down had we not had insurance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What fun things did I do with my family and friends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys and I took two trips to spend time with my dad, sister and nephew. Exploring cities that are new to us, visiting places with my kids that I once enjoyed as a kid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What new foods, recipes or restaurants did I try this year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 words: sleigh ride martini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What special or unusual purchases did I make?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2010: the year of the electronic gadgets. New laptop, cell phone, t.v, and camera (though technically it belongs to hubby)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What were my accomplishments this year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 10+ years of being a (mostly) stay-at-home-mom, I put on the working-outside-the-home hat. I'm proud of how we've all pitched in together to make it work. Everyone has made compromises and taken on more home tasks but I'd have to say...it's been worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anything else noteworthy to record?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking forward to the new year: continuing to work on balance, moving forward in some home improvement plans and settling into the new chapter of our lives. 2011? Bring it on...I'm ready!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-1075504295393783434?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/1075504295393783434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=1075504295393783434&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/1075504295393783434'/><link rel='self' 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WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555506986206755938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wieo_y84OXM/TRkgK2wN_GI/AAAAAAAACRQ/bVWd2--jvV0/s320/DSC_0132.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 friends...3 gifts.&lt;/div&gt;Was it great minds thinking alike, great sales or Ewww....she needs to take a shower?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-6100257347064985951?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/6100257347064985951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=6100257347064985951&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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determined to lounge in such attire as long as we'll put up with his foolishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He proudly proclaims "His gorgeousness has arrived...admit it, you cannot dispute my awesome qualities!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my...will we survive two week of him and his ego?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-5164373411566369971?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/5164373411566369971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=5164373411566369971&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/5164373411566369971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Around 1, who comes a knockin' on the door of my clinic...none other than Santa himself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Seems our visiting Santa has lost some weight since last year, and his pants were falling down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He stopped in our office, knowing we had pillows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Would we mind if he borrowed a pillow while he visited with the daycare kids downstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You know, it's not good to have a Santa with droopy drawers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Made up for the other situation I was dealing with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A young lady...high on marijuana for sure...but there seemed to be more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Some days?  I love and hate my job all within the same afternoon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-3348345485548275886?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/3348345485548275886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=3348345485548275886&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/3348345485548275886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/3348345485548275886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2010/12/very-special-visitor-came-callin.html' title='A very special visitor came a callin&apos;...'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-2037433994763594001</id><published>2010-12-06T20:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T20:19:58.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a sign..</title><content type='html'>that you aren't THAT sick...when the nurse offers you a throat lozenge and you have the nerve to ask for a different flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy that one, sistah.  Next time you ask, I'm totally out!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will be there for you, when you need me&lt;br /&gt;But, when you have enough energy to complain about the selection of  comfort items I'm offering?&lt;br /&gt;Go.back.to.class!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-2037433994763594001?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/2037433994763594001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=2037433994763594001&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/2037433994763594001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/2037433994763594001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-sign.html' title='It&apos;s a sign..'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16695389.post-1150882521833161718</id><published>2010-12-04T07:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T08:05:23.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis the Season...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is my first Holiday season as the school nurse. I am sort of taken by surprise by a 'trend' I've noticed this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;High school kids and depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in a Day's work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. came in telling me she had a tummy ache. A polite young lady, I offered her some of the usual crackers and some water. Just as I was sending her back to class, Grandma called me. Seems E. had sent Grandma a text that suggested more was going on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" &gt;texting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; the grandma that "life is not worth living, I should just give up". Thank you Grandma for calling me (she'd tried the counselors but they were all at their convention, so in a panic, she called me, not knowing that E. was already in my office). "Let's take a walk" and I escorted E. over to the psychologist (who had just returned briefly from the conference). E. was transported to the ER for a more thorough suicide risk assessment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was C. C. is one of my all time favorite kids. he's had multiple back surgeries and last spring he and I had breakfast every morning while I gave him his IV antibiotics. Started as a shy young man and really opened up to me. C was feeling flu like symptoms yesterday and as we chatted, he started to tear up "I just need to be home today, we're being evicted tonight". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" &gt;OMFSM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;: seems his family has fallen on hard times, and they fell behind in their payments. He's 17...he's been handed so many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" &gt;stressors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; and now this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finished up the day with M. I had known that M.. suffers from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" &gt;PTSD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; and had heard rumors about the triggering events that resulted in this condition. But most of my encounters with M. have been basic...headache, itchy skin...nothing too exciting. Yesterday, he came to me in the midst of a panic attack. When it resolved, he opened up about Christmas...and how he is tired of people asking him what he wants for Christmas...nobody can give him what he wants so instead he just wants a package of gum. He starts to tear up. Seems his father died on his birthday and ever since then, Christmas and birthdays are just pointless. (and the death was apparently a violent death, witnessed by M: that's the part I'd heard about through staff).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left work yesterday...not just physically exhausted but emotionally drained....and yet also feeling very blessed. I joke that this job just fell from the sky when I needed it most. But, I also see where there are many life lessons for me to learn...this week? To be humble...to know the many gifts I have in my life...a roof over my head, a father for my children and a job that I find rewarding in ways I never imagined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those of us raising teens/young adults...keep your eyes and hearts open to the worries that our young adults are facing. We all know that for many adults, this is not necessarily the most wonderful time of the year. And sadly, I fear for some of our youth, as they grow up so much faster than we did, they too approach the holidays with more sadness than joy!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16695389-1150882521833161718?l=changgang1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/feeds/1150882521833161718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16695389&amp;postID=1150882521833161718&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/1150882521833161718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16695389/posts/default/1150882521833161718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changgang1.blogspot.com/2010/12/tis-season.html' title='&apos;Tis the Season...'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504252339539190830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/changgang/familyphotos/websize/DSCF0143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
