<?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-1330238003095390753</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:56:03.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply ME</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-598109366669602182</id><published>2011-08-24T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T13:00:54.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What... I am posting!!!</title><content type='html'>What... I am posting!!! I know a bit of time has past since I last wrote. I have a hard time sharing what is in my mind and heart to a blank computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so eternally grateful for the power of prayer, the priesthood and promptings we resive. Our Heavenly Father is so amazing. He has given so many tools to get back to him.. I am so thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't always have the right words or the best timing...I mean well but that isn't always enough. I am sorry to all thoghs I have hurt or offended. I am sorry for pain that I have caused and friendships that have been altered because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my savior and know that I can one day live with him again. I love his church and its teachings. I know that the scriptures contain with in them truths that are eternal and essential to our salvation on this earth. I know that Joseph Smith was a true prophet of God and that Tomas S. Monsen is his prophet on the earth today. I am so grateful for the knowledge that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meghan doesn't start school for another year, so I have started having singing and story time with her, were all we talk about are church related things. As I have started doing this I have felt the spirit in our home and guidance as to what things she needs to learn to be able to understand that challenges she will face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-598109366669602182?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/598109366669602182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=598109366669602182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/598109366669602182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/598109366669602182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-i-am-posting.html' title='What... I am posting!!!'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-3171880489141299698</id><published>2011-02-22T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T12:34:13.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of sunshine!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-06tv5ZbzQII/TWQclNf_uwI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ipzXnZdsXhQ/s1600/Seth_Duncan-20110219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-06tv5ZbzQII/TWQclNf_uwI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ipzXnZdsXhQ/s320/Seth_Duncan-20110219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576613664196115202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How could you not be happy waking up to this every morning???&lt;br /&gt;This is my Sunshine!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-3171880489141299698?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/3171880489141299698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=3171880489141299698' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/3171880489141299698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/3171880489141299698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2011/02/little-bit-of-sunshine.html' title='A little bit of sunshine!!'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-06tv5ZbzQII/TWQclNf_uwI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ipzXnZdsXhQ/s72-c/Seth_Duncan-20110219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-8609663798137386129</id><published>2011-02-06T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T20:53:43.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to SMILING</title><content type='html'>I have had so many times the last few weeks that I go over what I have done that day. Knowing that I could do better, and be better. Looking for all the times I could have smiled and didn't. I am wondering if the reason I am doing this is because I am so tiered every night and know that the moment I lay down and my eyes are almost closed one of the kids will need me. I think I am afraid to go the sleep. If you told me that I could sleep more than 2 hours at a time I would laugh in your face...not the nicest thing to do. But I have had no sleep , so your bound to have the irrational me. &lt;br /&gt;I wonder what it is that makes me want to go over what I can fix. I have a new day. New light. New strength and power from the Lord every day I wake up. Some days I know I am going to want to let the house become a danger zone and read all day. But what makes me think that it is ok to do that every day. No more..&lt;br /&gt;I am going to do something new. All the I should have will be forgotten. I am going to do the best I can every day and not beat myself up for what wasn't done, but praise myself for what I did do. I have the power to become anything I want... Do I want to be a i should have or an I did. I will do something for me  every day, even if all it is is that I wear cute socks, even if they don't match what I am wearing. tomorrow will be the day I make it. And anything is possible in it. Here's to smiling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-8609663798137386129?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/8609663798137386129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=8609663798137386129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/8609663798137386129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/8609663798137386129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2011/02/heres-to-smiling.html' title='Here&apos;s to SMILING'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-6903755216489650059</id><published>2010-11-15T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T11:21:41.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Away Satan</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my kids were fighting over who got to lay the V-Smile first... not all that uncommon, But this day I was done with all the fighting. Woo was being loud and screaming "It's My turn first!" to witch PaPa started crying. I came in and told them they couldn't play if they were going to fight, to witch both started crying. I asked who was making the yucky feeling in our house. They said Satan. I asked  who wanted us to be happy, Heavenly father. Then I told them that it was there choose who we felt. That Satan could only be here if we let him. Then I told them to tell him to go away, that we didn't want him here. PaPa yelled right away "Go AWAY Satan!!!" Woo was quiet for about a minute. I could see him thinking it though. When it made since he yelled" Go away and don't ever come back!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that the feeling in our house changed that second. When we know what is happening and refuse it to be that way our house can be a peaceful place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-6903755216489650059?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/6903755216489650059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=6903755216489650059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/6903755216489650059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/6903755216489650059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2010/11/go-away-satan.html' title='Go Away Satan'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-9077870684473897673</id><published>2010-11-07T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T20:39:29.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo and the Stairs...dun. dun. dun</title><content type='html'>This morning Woo tumbled down the stairs. He was going to fast in his socks and slipped and rolled part way down the stairs. He caught himself on the bottom by garbing  on to the wood railing bar. He told Lu "I could have DIED!" I was told later when he was having trouble walking up the stairs because of the huge bruise that is on his shin. Later he told me that his tooth hurt. Back tooth on the left. Thought OK I will call the dentist tomorrow and see what is up. Went to church and came home, eat dinner and played games. After wrestling with Hansom, his jaw was very swollen. Duh he hit it on his fall down the stairs. We will see what it looks like tomorrow. If it is worse or if he can't sleep going to the Doc. Hope it gets better on its own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-9077870684473897673?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/9077870684473897673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=9077870684473897673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/9077870684473897673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/9077870684473897673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2010/11/woo-and-stairsdun-dun-dun.html' title='Woo and the Stairs...dun. dun. dun'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-4717241149037366115</id><published>2010-11-07T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T10:14:44.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do fairies go to church??</title><content type='html'>PaPa lost a tooth yesterday and put it in the box he has for his teeth. I being a forgetful mom, forgot to give him his money and take the tooth, again. He woke up and asked me if fairies went to church, because then they wouldn't work on Sundays. I was grateful to his imagination. I need to do better at being prompt. He also told me that he knew I wasn't the one giving him money because I would remember. Well, maybe I will next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-4717241149037366115?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/4717241149037366115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=4717241149037366115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/4717241149037366115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/4717241149037366115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2010/11/do-fairies-go-to-church.html' title='Do fairies go to church??'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-527819866272095933</id><published>2010-11-06T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T19:12:36.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PaPa is so cool</title><content type='html'>I went to PaPa's school on Friday for his all about me week. The kids asked him what he liked to do best and he answered, I like to be with my family and do chores on Saturdays with them. How cool is that. I like to think we make chores fun, now i know we do. We try to let everyone be involved and have music playing and fun things, like movie night, to do after. Hope the love of cleaning lasts!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-527819866272095933?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/527819866272095933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=527819866272095933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/527819866272095933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/527819866272095933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2010/11/papa-is-so-cool.html' title='PaPa is so cool'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-5293366434403775082</id><published>2010-11-04T07:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T07:58:40.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation</title><content type='html'>I have often wondered what motivates Derrick to write. I know that the Lord has given him a lite to share and this is his gift for doing it. I can't believe the stories that  fly from his fingers. The stories he weves and the pictures he paints with his words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the wife a writer...and not just any writer, Derrick Paul Duncan. He is so wonderful. He works around the family to create his worlds. He can see the place he is creating and bring me into it in just a few words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month is national write a novel month. I was a bit skeptical at first. 50,000 words in a month is a lot. With his new job he has time during the day to write. I have a hard time some days letting him go. I don't get to sleep with him during the night because of his work and during the day he sleeps so the few hours I get I take, and some times more that I should. It has been hard to let him sleep and not ask him to be with me. I have Friday and Saturday nights. He is trying so hard to be so many things and I am proud of his ability to acomplish so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to read all of his work, some stories I don't like and others I can't get enough of. I love that he brings me into the story by talking about it with me and asking what I think. I almost fell like a small part of me goes into each story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derrick, I know you can do it. This month will be an adventure and I am happy to go on it with you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-5293366434403775082?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/5293366434403775082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=5293366434403775082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/5293366434403775082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/5293366434403775082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2010/11/modivation.html' title='Motivation'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-7783763429676119382</id><published>2010-11-01T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T09:26:25.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been a while</title><content type='html'>So for my lack of blogging I am sorry. I have not had internet for some time and am glad to say that I do now. I have so many things that have happened over the past year and a bit since I last wrote. I have an amazing little boy. He is now 3 months old and a joy, for now we will call him Rue. He was born on the 29th of July. He brings peace and calm. He isn't a crier. He is starting to laugh and play. He loves singing and music, he has started to "sing" with me. Right now his favorite songs are " You are my sunshine" and " Mares eat oats". &lt;br /&gt;PaPa is in 2nd grade and having fun. He was nervous about starting in a new school, again, but has made the most of it . He is still struggling with reading, we hope that he will find that he likes to read and not just be read to soon. He loves to be outside and moving. &lt;br /&gt;Woo is in kindergarten and having such a good time. He is learning to read and LOVES doing homework. I have to tell him it is time to stop so he doesn't do it all day. He likes plying on the play-station and we have had to limit his playing to Mon. , Wend. , and Fri., sometimes Sat. for 1 hour of play time. He gets warped up in what he is doing and forgets to do anything different.&lt;br /&gt;Moddle is now Lu, she is 3 and a half and so much like me it is funny. she will through a fit and I can see myself doing the something. She is a joy, when she isn't whining. she loves music and dancing. I don't think there are enough books in our house to keep her entreated. she love following her brothers around and making room where she might not fit. &lt;br /&gt;Hansome is doing well. He just got a job teaching English to people in Korea. He works 12-7 in the morning and sleeps in shifts during the day. He is also going to write a 50,000 word novel this month. &lt;br /&gt;I am doing ok. Four children take a lot of energy, I have to say that my house often suffers for my lack of sleep and energy. I am trying to make a new routine so I can feel more in control of my house. As of yet we are lucky if I make dinner, and remember to get the kids from school. &lt;br /&gt;I have so many things I want to do and now have less time to do them, you would think that with a sleeping baby I would have time to get things done. Ahh well, best laid planes. I am enjoying being a Bear cub Scout Leader with Hansome, I think that part of it is that i get to see other adult 2 times a month for round table and Pack meetings. I so starve for another adult to talk with. Hansome is only here for dinner and since he sleeps when the kids do, it gives me a lot of alone time. I am trying to finish all the crafts I have started, but i can only do so much when Rue wants to be held.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-7783763429676119382?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/7783763429676119382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=7783763429676119382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/7783763429676119382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/7783763429676119382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-has-been-while.html' title='It has been a while'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-6215514236657847893</id><published>2009-07-08T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T15:42:44.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes that is right... we don't know why</title><content type='html'>I have had such an amazing time this last little bit. The pathways that I am supposed to take. Unfortunately I don't know how to get there. I feel like the Brother of Jared. You know how he has to come up with how to make the light in the boats work? I feel like I am finding my lights. I don't know how things will work out. But I KNOW that they will&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-6215514236657847893?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/6215514236657847893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=6215514236657847893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/6215514236657847893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/6215514236657847893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2009/07/yes-that-is-right-we-dont-know-why.html' title='Yes that is right... we don&apos;t know why'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-5494051160508717084</id><published>2009-05-09T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:01:33.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I haven't the time...</title><content type='html'>I find more and more days go by and I haven't read an e-mail or looked at facebook, or wrote on my blog. That also means I don't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;make &lt;/span&gt;the time to sew, do crafts, or read, I will admit I read more than anything else. I find that the more time I have the less I get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends who are always late, you have to tell them that the event is 10-20 min. early for them to show up 30 min. lat. I have others who are 5-10 min. early and always willing to lend a hand in preparations. Where do I fit...Some where in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being late. I hate having every one look at you because you walk into church after the sacrament, This could be salved by not sitting in the front row every week...but them what would keep Hansom awake:). I don't like waiting for others who don't think off all they need to do and don't have time because they started to late to do all they wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a planer I know that when we have some where to go it will take us so long to get there and give 5 extra min. so we can walk in right on time. I know how long it takes the kids and I to get ready and what order to get ready it. I know how long dinner will take and 9 times out of 20, I said that to be funny, I have dinner on the table at 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get anxious when we ...I run late or when I am behind. I start to go into super mode, you know the one where you move slow and everything rushes by...well maybe not rush, but it still moves faster than you can go no matter how fast you go. I start thinking faster, witch means I leave things out of what I am saying and have to repeat myself so many times that if I would have said it right then I would have saved 5 min. I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onther thing, if you aren't going to be on time...call.You have a phone, if you don't sorry, use it. I worry when I know someone is supposed to be where i am and they aren't. I mean worry...I can't do much else because I know you are supposed to be with me. So call and let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry...I think I needed to vent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-5494051160508717084?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/5494051160508717084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=5494051160508717084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/5494051160508717084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/5494051160508717084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-havent-time.html' title='I haven&apos;t the time...'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-7735368664406621013</id><published>2009-04-25T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T18:24:36.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooddle is 2!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SfO0-dSeuUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/UTxQpcpXWJ8/s1600-h/PIC_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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I fight myself just to breath. Depression is a part of everyday life. As I have wandered no knowing what I am doing Not knowing that I am ENOUGH. That I AM a daughter of GOD. He loves me. Yes I know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has quited my soul and brought peace to my heart. The advisory is not happy with me. I am choosing  the better part. I will say that it is not easy. Prayer, my constant companion, is what gives me strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hansom looks at me crying...for what I don't know . Falling ever faster into a spot were he doesn't know me. With his gentle voice he calmly waits by my side. Ever watchful, waiting for the moment that he can tell me that I am worth it. I know somewhere far from this lack of understanding that he is right. I am of worth. I am GOOD. I am real. I am worth the worry and sadness, the joy and gladness. I am worth havening the things I want. I am worth being a friend, mother, wife, Lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am worth the death  of a brother. Jesus is his name . He did, many years ago. I have had to get know him be study and prayer. He is there. He looks on me as worried as hansom. Wondering if I will let his healing love in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the corner of the room laughing is my other brother. One I know all to well. The one that tells me I am never going to be good enough, that i am not ok or lovable. He sits knowing I am struggling, laughing at my feeble attempts to feel. Feel any thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But My elder brother doesn't know that when the light of the lord is in you, you are as powerful as he is. You have the power to command him to leave. You are in control. And I might add worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; God is real . I feel his love everyday. In the small moments of quit reflexion I can know he is there. That he wants me to be so much more than I see. That with him I am never alone. I am His. He made me . every detail of my body he made. What I think are flaws he sees as glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never see what there is in me that is different. I know that I am different. People look at  me differently than they do at others. My light will shine. I will be one who stands out. I will be different. It is one of the things I do well. I don't have to think about doing things like every one else. I dress for me and as some might say very eclecticly. I have no rhyme nor reason to the pattern of my style. I want others to see that I am different. That I know something that they don't, the love of god.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-5073960933597238410?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/5073960933597238410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=5073960933597238410' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/5073960933597238410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/5073960933597238410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2009/02/lord-is-my-light.html' title='The LORD is MY light!!!'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-2718116681284564882</id><published>2009-02-18T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T07:23:21.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peom by ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rose On Water&lt;br /&gt;Clear as crystal&lt;br /&gt;Smooth as glass,&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting all&lt;br /&gt;That happen to pass.&lt;br /&gt;The pond is small&lt;br /&gt;And fills the land,&lt;br /&gt;A rose falls&lt;br /&gt;From his hand.&lt;br /&gt;It was a hope&lt;br /&gt; Of love for her,&lt;br /&gt;Rose on water&lt;br /&gt;Like a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;The one for which&lt;br /&gt;his head wont clear,&lt;br /&gt;The only one&lt;br /&gt;He wants near.&lt;br /&gt;The rose send ripples&lt;br /&gt;As it falls,&lt;br /&gt;Silently her name&lt;br /&gt;He calls.&lt;br /&gt;With out her&lt;br /&gt;Life seams bleak,&lt;br /&gt;Rose on water&lt;br /&gt;Starts to sink.&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/1330238003095390753-2718116681284564882?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/2718116681284564882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=2718116681284564882' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/2718116681284564882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/2718116681284564882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2009/02/peom-by-me.html' title='Peom by ME'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-8701527055580260200</id><published>2009-02-02T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:53:23.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooth for $15.00</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SYdNz3sXNAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/yoehe2v5JAM/s1600-h/Image033%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SYdNz3sXNAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/yoehe2v5JAM/s320/Image033%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298289040143365122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PaPa has been battling his tooth for weeks. After a few bites of a sandwich , it was time to give it a yank. PaPa has decided that he will get $15 from the tooth fairy...that is dreaming even if your rich.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-8701527055580260200?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/8701527055580260200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=8701527055580260200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/8701527055580260200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/8701527055580260200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2009/02/tooth-for-1500.html' title='Tooth for $15.00'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SYdNz3sXNAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/yoehe2v5JAM/s72-c/Image033%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-4577154677943193954</id><published>2009-02-01T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:49:43.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doldrums</title><content type='html'>I find myself drifting, with no way to change course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the tools to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the knowledge to do things differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet here i am...unmoving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit and think of all I can do, some times I even do it. I made a sling bag and shawl on friday and went around on Saturday looking for something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my house in order. I take time for me. My kids have time to do tings with Hansom, and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I am left unsatisfied. I feel there is more for me to do, so I go and go. I clean up after every mess spend less that 10 min. cleaning a day, because that is all it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe things will change soon. Hansom is starting work tomorrow. He hasn't worked for over 6 months. He did his student teaching then has been home all day every day for the last 2 and 1/2 months. We had time to do many things that we wouldn't otherwise had the time to do, but now that things are in order and I can keep them there I need space. I don't know how to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Hansoms Grandma shopping on Saturday I was gone for 2 1/2 hours and when I came back I felt like I had been gone all day and things feel apart and I took to long and Hansom had other things he needed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I am always getting in the way of myself. I think that my second thought is better than my first and run into trouble second guessing myself all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another thing to overcome...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-4577154677943193954?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/4577154677943193954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=4577154677943193954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/4577154677943193954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/4577154677943193954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2009/02/doldrums.html' title='Doldrums'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-6415072384348241080</id><published>2009-01-28T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:40:14.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TEETH</title><content type='html'>After having sinus surgery and TMJ, and massive headaches, I thought I had all that could happen, but NO... Last night while flossing, witch I don't normally do, I found a piece of filling , yes that is right I have no chose but to go to the dentist. I don't really mind but we don't have dental insurance, so I called around and was able to find low income dental. I called and they said they couldn't see me until Friday. I told her my sad story and I was able to be seen today. I am grateful for the kindness of others and their willingness to serve. The clinic a volunteer one,  so in all honesty I am lucky to be seen at all. hansom sometimes teases me that with out me no doctor would ever make money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-6415072384348241080?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/6415072384348241080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=6415072384348241080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/6415072384348241080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/6415072384348241080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2009/01/teeth.html' title='TEETH'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-7072300695915769524</id><published>2009-01-21T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:20:23.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>looking back</title><content type='html'>Hansom and I are going though our entire two bedroom apt. together, yes that is right I said together. I have had to talk about way I want to keep things that I have been hanging on to for years and found that a lot of things are nice to have, but when you live in a two bedroom house with three kids, it gets crowded fast. I have learned a lot about organizing. we have put everything back toget her so we both know were to find things. No more searching the house for a pen. I have loved having this time with my husband. I haven't always had time to spend with him. Even though we wish he was able to work now, it has been a great blessing to have him home. I have had a lot of health issues of late, and a lot of them have regarded Hansom to be by my side or to take care of the kids. I have seen our family grow into some thing I hope it would be. A lot of the things that we have said we would do, we are because we have time. I am learning German. Hanson is an amazing teacher and I feel so good knowing that he has faith in me and takes the time to tech me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-7072300695915769524?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/7072300695915769524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=7072300695915769524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/7072300695915769524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/7072300695915769524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2009/01/looking-back.html' title='looking back'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-4271747650417289675</id><published>2009-01-20T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:33:21.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On line...at last!!!</title><content type='html'>We are on line again. we decided that it was something we needed  after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-4271747650417289675?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/4271747650417289675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=4271747650417289675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/4271747650417289675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/4271747650417289675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-lineat-last.html' title='On line...at last!!!'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-4212223479513498062</id><published>2009-01-02T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:01:44.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end has come, agian.</title><content type='html'>No, not the end of the year. My time with my family. We are going home tomorrow, I never feel like I have had enough time. Two weeks are never enough. I did something I wanted to with family or friends for every day, and still I am trying to fit more in. Staying up until all hours of the night is not the way to do it. I need to find a better solution. If any of y'all have any ideas let me know. I am almost to the piont that I need a vacation from my vvacation. Don't get me wrong, I have loved being here and seeing everyone. I just have to find a better way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-4212223479513498062?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/4212223479513498062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=4212223479513498062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/4212223479513498062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/4212223479513498062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2009/01/end-has-come-agian.html' title='The end has come, agian.'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-3811691178972261302</id><published>2008-12-30T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T07:45:27.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopper, from this day forth known as PaPa is 6 years old today!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SVo9u0ydVBI/AAAAAAAAADI/wK2O6pSvVvU/s1600-h/S6300603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SVo9u0ydVBI/AAAAAAAAADI/wK2O6pSvVvU/s320/S6300603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285604987326256146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 years ago today a bright eyed wonder entered my life. He was (and still is for that matter) full of spunk and drive for life. When he would wake me so early in the morning I would think "can I really do this" , " he is so small how am I going to protect him from the world." As it turns out I don't have protect him from the world. He knows more about God and his plan than I ever could have hoped for. He is an awesome missionary, and friend to others. He doesn't judge by the worlds standards. He brings a little bit of heaven into my life every day. I am so thankful that I could have him with me. That I am able to learn from him and all that he does. I have been so blessed to have his souring spirit in my life. I have learned many things by trial and by faith.  I have leaned about Gods love for all his children and the plan that he has for them. I love Him with more of my heart than I could have imagined. He brings out the best inn everyone, including me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to have a Dragon birthday with a dragon birthday cake and homemade pizza my by my uncles. -PaPa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-3811691178972261302?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/3811691178972261302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=3811691178972261302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/3811691178972261302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/3811691178972261302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2008/12/hopper-from-this-day-forth-known-as.html' title='Hopper, from this day forth known as PaPa is 6 years old today!!!!!'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SVo9u0ydVBI/AAAAAAAAADI/wK2O6pSvVvU/s72-c/S6300603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-8422249418849693486</id><published>2008-12-22T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T09:25:14.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is upon us</title><content type='html'>I LOVE christmas! When I was little I remember Christmas being a magical time of year where angels would leave presents and goodies on the doorstep. Making grandma's amazing sugar cookies. Reading and watching christmas stories with family. Reenacting the Christmas story. Making gifts for loved ones and trying to see what they got me. It was such a magical time. I want the same ting for my children. I have learned, as I think that every parent must, that even if all you have for your child to open is some thing small that you made it means more that all the things that they say they want. They DON'T need it all. Christmas isn't about getting things, it is more about remembering those you love and showing it in any way you can. As the savior would. In the Scriptures I don't remember Christ ever giving his disciples great worldly gifts. As I remember it he gave the love and knowledge of the gospel. If we focus on the same things then we will not only be showing the love that we have for each other, but the love that our father has for us. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-8422249418849693486?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/8422249418849693486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=8422249418849693486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/8422249418849693486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/8422249418849693486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is-upon-us.html' title='Christmas is upon us'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-6798239189833695876</id><published>2008-11-15T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T19:57:38.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back for a Day</title><content type='html'>My youngest brother just got back from his mission in Paraguay.  He wasn't even home for 12 hours before he had a date for the next say. I think that is funny. I love him so much and my testimony has grown so much because of his faith to do as the Lord commands. My Hansom has finished his schooling and is hopefully going to be getting a job hear next year. We love it hear. It is amazing how you learn to love those around you no matter where you are. I have learned so much, with out friends and family from afar. I want to thank you all for your love and support and prayers. It has made all the difference in my life. I am going in for sines surgery on the 4th of Dec. so more prayers would be greatly appreciated. I hope to be able to write again soon. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-6798239189833695876?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/6798239189833695876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=6798239189833695876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/6798239189833695876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/6798239189833695876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-for-day.html' title='Back for a Day'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-8048123569775239229</id><published>2008-10-02T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T21:12:36.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry....</title><content type='html'>Hansom isn't working for the next few months, soooo not internet for us. I will cheach in from time to time, but it wont be that often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-8048123569775239229?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/8048123569775239229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=8048123569775239229' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/8048123569775239229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/8048123569775239229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2008/10/sorry.html' title='Sorry....'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-4173275666501457989</id><published>2008-08-26T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T12:31:26.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoppers First Day Of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SLRaBLtiHjI/AAAAAAAAADA/UWMKqMsSQd0/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SLRaBLtiHjI/AAAAAAAAADA/UWMKqMsSQd0/s320/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238911242908868146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopper slept in, funny since I was up around 7. He eat his food got dress did his hair and brushed his teeth. Then we waited. 8:30 finally got here and we walked to school. I took him to his new class. I have to admit, I was impressed with what I saw. Hopper went around the room looking for his name in all the places around the room then I said it was time for me to go...that is when I realized that for 3 hours he wasn't mine I slowly walked down the sidewalk saying over and over in a whisper"he is going to be alright." And of course he was. I walked back to the school and was 10 min. early... I was the first mom there. I waited for the doors to open. It was funny, it reminded me of an airport. All the moms waiting for their kids. And the kids streaming out looking for mom. Hopper finally came out and told me of all his grand adventures on the way home. Shelter did very well at home We found a sit called  http://www.starfall.com .It helps with early reading skills. He loved it. Moddle slept and didn't even know he was gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-4173275666501457989?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/4173275666501457989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=4173275666501457989' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/4173275666501457989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/4173275666501457989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2008/08/hoppers-first-day-of-school.html' title='Hoppers First Day Of School'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SLRaBLtiHjI/AAAAAAAAADA/UWMKqMsSQd0/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-3920939738532390650</id><published>2008-08-22T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T12:44:58.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It could happen to you</title><content type='html'>We always hear this phrase but seldom do we really think that it will be us. Today, for example, I went to an appointment leaving one kid at one house and the other teo at another. After said appointment went and got the two kids and drove to get the other one. I decided that I would leave the two in the car, I would only be a moment right? Well...One moment turned into a few, as the one that had to leave didn't want to, I know leave you friends what was I thinking. So we got out to the car to find Hopper laughing for he decided to lock Shelter and I out, effectively locking Moddle ALONE in the car. We were lucky enough to get a hold of dispatch and Moddle was fine, the keys were also in the car and it was running, luckily. Needless to say, I will take the time to take them with me. Even if only for a moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-3920939738532390650?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/3920939738532390650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=3920939738532390650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/3920939738532390650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/3920939738532390650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-could-happen-to-you.html' title='It could happen to you'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-4219085880903929860</id><published>2008-08-20T08:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T08:41:31.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopper Can Swim</title><content type='html'>Hopper and Hansom have been going to the pool almost everyday this last summer. He used floties all last year, but decided it he had a kick board then he would be alright. So yesterday our pool was closed and a friend, who's kid is 4 and can swim without any help from floties(he got diving rings and a bunch of toys for doing it, motivation for Hopper) asked Hansom if he would like to go to the pool at the school with him. Hansom and Hopper went, the pool is 5 ft. the whole way. I was a bit nerveise for Hopper. He swam from one end of the pool to the other with no help. Hansom told him he could get a good pair of goggles for it. He is so happy to have done it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-4219085880903929860?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/4219085880903929860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=4219085880903929860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/4219085880903929860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/4219085880903929860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2008/08/hopper-can-swim.html' title='Hopper Can Swim'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-2864931524840605141</id><published>2008-08-19T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T17:19:32.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nutmeg Fairy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SKtjBVXDoBI/AAAAAAAAACw/jb7B7-_pXgE/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SKtjBVXDoBI/AAAAAAAAACw/jb7B7-_pXgE/s320/Image031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236387866313203730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moodle LOVES to dress up. Her wings and toto are her favorite thing to were. I got this picture this afternoon. I loved it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-2864931524840605141?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/2864931524840605141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=2864931524840605141' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/2864931524840605141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/2864931524840605141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2008/08/nutmeg-fairy.html' title='Nutmeg Fairy'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SKtjBVXDoBI/AAAAAAAAACw/jb7B7-_pXgE/s72-c/Image031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-5481126527217455670</id><published>2008-08-15T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:19:36.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Fell</title><content type='html'>I put Moodle in her crib and closed the door. No sound, not a peep...then AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! I ran in to find her sprawled on the floor with a mouth full of blood. I was lucky this time she only bit her tung. I won't be closing the door, putting the side of the bed up, or stop praying that she doesn't fall again for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-5481126527217455670?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/5481126527217455670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=5481126527217455670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/5481126527217455670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/5481126527217455670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2008/08/she-fell.html' title='She Fell'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-116583828450993883</id><published>2008-08-11T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T10:44:08.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at Grandma's</title><content type='html'>I remember looking out at the hot sun thinking " Is it 90 I can play in the sprinkler if it is". Now everything is different. There are droughts and auto sprinklers, and apartments that don't allow "water Fun". So what do you do..... GO to grandma's. My mom just got a new back yard, witch means they can play outside, do to no fence it couldn't happen before. Now everything is different. I LOVE it. I can let my kids outside without worrying about them escaping. Hear is a movie of them playing in the water, Moodle doesn't know quite what to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d136290a6fee2353" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd136290a6fee2353%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331930323%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D49F65B91A67FD150969D656E28C2FF3B319BBC22.7684FAAD8D4B4D26F00ADCF74A80861654CFE88A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd136290a6fee2353%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPlufXkoF-AAKXCHIQn9FC5Jb4j4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd136290a6fee2353%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331930323%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D49F65B91A67FD150969D656E28C2FF3B319BBC22.7684FAAD8D4B4D26F00ADCF74A80861654CFE88A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd136290a6fee2353%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPlufXkoF-AAKXCHIQn9FC5Jb4j4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-116583828450993883?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d136290a6fee2353&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/116583828450993883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=116583828450993883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/116583828450993883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/116583828450993883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2008/08/fun-at-grandmas.html' title='Fun at Grandma&apos;s'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-5396315523894796457</id><published>2008-08-06T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T09:02:22.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>It doesn't matter how long I have been away, when I go to MOM's house I turn back into the kid I was when I lived here. I forget that I have kids screaming at me, they must be someone elses. I forgot to clean up and do the things I would at home, that is all changing. I have taken more responsibility this trip than most. My kids are having a good time and I am helping to spring clean, better late than never. The funny thing is that a lot of the mess here, is mine. I know it shocked me. My room is still full of my stuff, yea cool I know were to find things, but now I can get rid of things that I have had for so many years because they are so used or worn out that they don't even resemble what they used to be. I have had a good time getting to know my Brother also. I got married and didn't stay as close with him. He is one of the most amazing poeple I know. He would do almost anything I asked him to. I love him so much. I have had a hard time seeing him grown up. My other brother has worked so much that I haven't got to see more than a few min. of him. I miss him. He is so streesed that when I do see him he is asleep, or close to it. My last brother willl be home in a few months he is on his mission and an inspiration to me. I wish I had got to know him better. My kids ask about him and what he is like, and I don't remember. He was just there. It is amazing how much I wish I had done differently when I was younger. I am learning now and I guess that is what matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-5396315523894796457?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/5396315523894796457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=5396315523894796457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/5396315523894796457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/5396315523894796457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2008/08/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-731359400995624292</id><published>2008-07-27T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T19:18:12.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To School are not to School...</title><content type='html'>Three months ago I decided, with the help of Hansom and a bit of prayer, that I was going to start going back to school.. I was going to go to an online school and have more time with my family. Then it was time to register get scholarships and grants and it got harder and harder. So, naturally I thought, it is one of two things I Heavenly father really wants me to go and Satan is trying everything to get me not to go, or I am not suppose to go.&lt;br /&gt;Hansom and I have prayed for a week and I decided not to go. At church to day the talks were on feathering you education, witch is usually Heavenly fathers way of telling me that I am suppose to go to school. I have to admit I was a little let down, then the second speaker spook. Now this is the part That Heavenly Father meant for me to hear. He talked about two kinds of schooling. Going to university or such to learn about earthly things and then to study and search for Heavenly knowledge. I am to study for Heavenly knowledge. I told Hansom after the man was finished what I had decided... you would not believe the look of relive he gave me. He is student teaching and will not have a lot of time to help me out so I could study. Heavenly Fathers plan is so unique to all of us. I don't think that I would have lesioned to the talk the way I did If I hadn't already been thinking about school. He prepares us even if we can't see it at the time and I am so grateful for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-731359400995624292?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/731359400995624292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=731359400995624292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/731359400995624292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/731359400995624292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-school-are-not-to-school.html' title='To School are not to School...'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-77446097768491918</id><published>2008-07-25T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T09:41:33.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It starts</title><content type='html'>My Moddle is 15 months old, and climbing!! She made it on to our counter and safely got back down. None of my kids "Climb" so I was surprised that she wants to. It STARTS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-77446097768491918?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/77446097768491918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=77446097768491918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/77446097768491918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/77446097768491918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-starts.html' title='It starts'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-8792312861771008909</id><published>2008-07-24T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:20:21.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horse shoes</title><content type='html'>My sweet Hopper was playing horse shoes outside, with real horse shoes. He threw it and of course and another's head is what he hit. I looked at the cut and it was about 1in. long and from what I could tell fairly deep. I was heart broken for Hopper. He came inside after it happend and said he was going to stay in his room forever. I know that wasn't normal so he told Hansom and I what had happened. Luckily the mom was there and saw the whole thing and to;d Hopper that I was an accident and that the girl would be ok. I haven't heard if she got stitches or not, but I am certain that she had to have a tetanus shot. I am sad for Hopper, he blames himself and is still wigging out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-8792312861771008909?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/8792312861771008909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=8792312861771008909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/8792312861771008909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/8792312861771008909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2008/07/horse-shoes.html' title='Horse shoes'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-4939830781437532036</id><published>2008-07-22T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T20:13:49.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teeth!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Moddle has cut her molers. I would be happier, but I got a few hours less sleep that I would have liked. One thing I love about Moddle is that she is such an awesome sleeper. Give her a binky a blanket and some music and she is out, unless she happens to have a fever and crys ALL night. I am so grateful that my children know how to sleep through the night. I like sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-4939830781437532036?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/4939830781437532036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=4939830781437532036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/4939830781437532036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/4939830781437532036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2008/07/teeth.html' title='Teeth!!!!!'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-8946405239810856281</id><published>2008-07-20T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T18:03:54.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, rain go away take my shoes another day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SIPfkLEOSzI/AAAAAAAAACA/rjCJLmDrdko/s1600-h/S6300365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SIPfkLEOSzI/AAAAAAAAACA/rjCJLmDrdko/s320/S6300365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225265805218695986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained today, when I say rained, I mean POURED The rain came in sheets for almost an hour. The gutter turned into the road and you couldn't tell there was a sidewalk. Shelter and Hopper went outside with Hansom and played in the rain. Hansom held Shelters feet over the water and the current stole his shoes off his feet. He cried and cried until we told him that we could get him new ones tomorrow. Hopper, Hansom, and Jack are in the pic.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SIPgPpRoN2I/AAAAAAAAACI/Y9uIzS8JBv8/s1600-h/S6300371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SIPgPpRoN2I/AAAAAAAAACI/Y9uIzS8JBv8/s320/S6300371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225266552062359394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-8946405239810856281?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/8946405239810856281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=8946405239810856281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/8946405239810856281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/8946405239810856281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2008/07/rain-rain-go-away-take-my-shoes-another.html' title='Rain, rain go away take my shoes another day!'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SIPfkLEOSzI/AAAAAAAAACA/rjCJLmDrdko/s72-c/S6300365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-3456623683707378892</id><published>2008-07-18T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T18:25:09.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory game</title><content type='html'>My sis-in law posted this so I thought I would try it too.&lt;br /&gt;Memory Game&lt;br /&gt;1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-3456623683707378892?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/3456623683707378892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=3456623683707378892' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/3456623683707378892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/3456623683707378892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2008/07/memory-game.html' title='Memory game'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-6425670721711604017</id><published>2008-07-18T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T13:48:08.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shelter, Hooper, and Monster Mom</title><content type='html'>Shelter and Hopper are most often quite nice, but once a month Monster Mom appears and nothing they do can be right. I monster mom have a problem. once a month for about a week I turn in to Monster Mom. I don't like it. In fact I hate it. My body and the chemicals with in are not getting along. I have to tell the kids that Monster Mom is hear, that she isn't mad she just needs a break. I hope that soon Monster Mom will go into hiding for good but until then, I am just a MONSTER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-6425670721711604017?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/6425670721711604017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=6425670721711604017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/6425670721711604017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/6425670721711604017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2008/07/shelter-hooper-and-monster-mom.html' title='Shelter, Hooper, and Monster Mom'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-3492701427799037532</id><published>2008-07-18T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T13:57:02.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Life</title><content type='html'>I have often wondered were I would be without my family. I LOVE them to death, and I am so glad for them... But there are times I would like to have just me and of course Hansom. That is just what is going to happen. I am asking my mom to take the kids so Hansom and I can have a much needed break. Lucky for us, it is also our 6th anniversary. I can't believe that it has been 6 years, well not yet next week, but still. I have had more joy and more pain than I ever thought possible and I wouldn't give it up for anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-3492701427799037532?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/3492701427799037532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=3492701427799037532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/3492701427799037532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/3492701427799037532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-in-life.html' title='A Day in the Life'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-8659468920825144070</id><published>2008-07-16T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T13:56:24.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One lost stitch</title><content type='html'>I have been knitting a sweater for Moddle and the needles that are needed are very small, size 4. The stitches are small and easy to miss. To day I found that I missed one. I had to unravel 6 rows to get back to the spot were I messed up then I lost another stitch and had to unravel another row. I found my self very frustrated that I was having so much trouble with it then I thought about habits and spirituality. I decided that missing a stitch was like not reading scriptures. You can go for a while without seeing a problem. Then you look at what you have become and find that there are peaces missing and that you have to "go back" and fix them. Some times it is hard and the way or thing we thought was wrong is only the beginning and we have to go back farther or search deeper to find out what went wrong, But... That is were the beauty lies. The savior will take us by the hand and lead us. If we let him. I am so grateful for the knowledge that I have of my savior and his role in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-8659468920825144070?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/8659468920825144070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=8659468920825144070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/8659468920825144070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/8659468920825144070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-lost-stitch.html' title='One lost stitch'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-214793659742941179</id><published>2008-07-16T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T13:55:53.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shelter's names</title><content type='html'>Shelter has a great love for calling names. Most of the time silly and crazy are the most offensive. Today Moddle was doing something Shelter didn't like and he said "Stop Hitler." he knows who Hitler is because we have been studying the holocaust. The biggest thing he knows is that he was a bad, and evil man. I wonder what she did to be called that?&lt;br /&gt;The other day Moddle pulled Shelter's hair. Shelter looked and her and said " Stop you deceptecon." then went on his way doing his own thing. Hopper and Shelter play transformers and know one ever wants to be the deceptocons.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully his names will only be for Moddle. Others would be more offended than a one year old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-214793659742941179?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/214793659742941179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=214793659742941179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/214793659742941179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/214793659742941179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2008/07/seans-names.html' title='Shelter&apos;s names'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-1503373352468839930</id><published>2008-07-15T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T13:51:49.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family from afar</title><content type='html'>My brother and sis. in-law and there four kiddos came for the night on there way to a reunion. I love seeing family. We have lived 3 hours away for 2 years now and every time I see our family that live so " far" away I want to move back. I know that Hansom and I are suppose to live hear, Satin knows that I thrive on family so he makes me more and more home sick. Likely I have an amazing family who know when I am down and call or write and lift me up. To all you , thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-1503373352468839930?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/1503373352468839930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=1503373352468839930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/1503373352468839930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/1503373352468839930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2008/07/family-from-afar.html' title='Family from afar'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-903866324258953942</id><published>2008-07-13T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T13:51:24.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Hopping</title><content type='html'>Hopper and Shelter won African dwarf frogs at the Renaissance fair yesterday. The frogs came with food and a new home. we got home and all the kids watched the frogs for hours, on and off.&lt;br /&gt;The frogs live in water and only need to be feed one time a day. The "home" only needs to be cleaned once every one to two weeks, and they can live any were from two to 18 years. Moddle loves watching them, and Hopper goes to "check" on them every other min. I think that they will be a lot of fun, and a good leaning experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-903866324258953942?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/903866324258953942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=903866324258953942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/903866324258953942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/903866324258953942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-hopping.html' title='Happy Hopping'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-3478039764287564388</id><published>2008-07-12T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T13:50:38.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honesty</title><content type='html'>I have an amazing five year old. Today we went to McDonald's and Hopper saw a $1.00 on the floor. He is very obsessed with money right now so I am sure it was hard for him to give the money to the manager. She thanked him and we went to sit down then he was asked if he would like a treat for his honesty. He picked a fruit and yogurt parfe, go figure he likes yogurt more than ice cream. I love my little and I beamed with pride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-3478039764287564388?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/3478039764287564388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=3478039764287564388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/3478039764287564388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/3478039764287564388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2008/07/honesty.html' title='Honesty'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-8380029237354388378</id><published>2008-07-11T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T13:50:10.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Party</title><content type='html'>Hansom and I teach the 8-9 year olds in our ward and have challenged them to memorize scriptures from the BofM, and in doing so we will provided a pizza party for them. They have memorized Moroni 10:4 and Mosiah 2:17. We had our 2nd class party tonight. We made our own pizza and while it was cooking Derrick took the 6 kids from our class and our boys out to find rocks. Why rocks ou ask? Well our next scripture is alma 37:37 ( the one about prayer). When they got back they eat then painted there "Prayer " rocks. We all had a lot of fun, and amazingly enough no paint got anywhere it shouldn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-8380029237354388378?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/8380029237354388378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=8380029237354388378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/8380029237354388378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/8380029237354388378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2008/07/class-party.html' title='Class Party'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-5007184268660423307</id><published>2008-07-10T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T13:49:40.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe it!</title><content type='html'>Shelter was having a hard day yesterday so I asked him to go to his room until he could handle life. As he ran to his room crying I heard him say "I can't believe it, I just can't believe it." It made me smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-5007184268660423307?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/5007184268660423307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=5007184268660423307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/5007184268660423307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/5007184268660423307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-cant-believe-it.html' title='I can&apos;t believe it!'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-432912880361419404</id><published>2008-07-09T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T13:49:14.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A night out</title><content type='html'>Hansom took me to see Cyrano Debergerac last night. There is a reason that plays cost so much. The guy who played Cyrano was amazing. I didn't want him to die. I was willing him to live, like it would make a difference. I think I enjoyed being out of the house and away from my kids for the night, as much as I liked the play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-432912880361419404?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/432912880361419404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=432912880361419404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/432912880361419404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/432912880361419404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2008/07/night-out.html' title='A night out'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-4469922601545034161</id><published>2008-07-03T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T13:53:04.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Simply ME</title><content type='html'>I found that I have an inner  beauty that is all my own. I was looking at pictures from when I was in high school. I was surprised by what I saw. I was beautiful. I never would have thought , not ever, that I was beautiful in high school. I can understand more how others saw me. I had an almost timeless look. I have since changed and become a different me. I am simply &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330238003095390753-4469922601545034161?l=1simplyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/feeds/4469922601545034161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330238003095390753&amp;postID=4469922601545034161' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/4469922601545034161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330238003095390753/posts/default/4469922601545034161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1simplyme.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-simply-me.html' title='I am Simply ME'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwY43k5M07U/SG034JOJerI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uWrDZ4ONi0c/S220/101-0145_IMG_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
