<?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-330708949488760152</id><updated>2012-02-04T12:17:17.971-08:00</updated><category term='NATURE'/><category term='POETRY'/><category term='SACRAMENT MEETING TALKS'/><title type='text'>Rebecca's Oasis</title><subtitle type='html'>My hope is that I have something worth while to share and that my comments have a positive impact on those who read my words.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>245</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-3681606778158780843</id><published>2012-02-04T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T10:50:00.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PASSACAGLIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I sometimes think I was born in the wrong era.&amp;nbsp; The artists who have composed the most beautiful arrangements have been long dead.&amp;nbsp; Their passions fill the compositions with such deep feeling that I find myself caught up and begin day dreaming of what it would have been like to live during Romance Era.&amp;nbsp; I long to visit places like Italy and France just so that I can bathe in the rich culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASSACAGLIA as performed by the Secret Garden is one of those pieces that pulls me to another world:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/cHVutIfa150"&gt;Secret Garden - Passacaglia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-3681606778158780843?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/3681606778158780843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=3681606778158780843&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/3681606778158780843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/3681606778158780843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2012/02/passacaglia.html' title='PASSACAGLIA'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-5067565450565509686</id><published>2012-02-03T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T09:56:25.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLACKMORE'S NIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Being home for the last several months I have had the opportunity to explore different types of music.&amp;nbsp; Evan loves Country Music and the more folky Irish Artists.&amp;nbsp; He shared some music with me last night from Gaelic Storm.&amp;nbsp; I didn't like it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer music performed by Secret Garden, Celtic Women and, my new favorite, Blackmore's Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today while listening to&amp;nbsp;Pandora a song I hadn't heard before from Blackmore's Night played, Once In Million Years.&amp;nbsp; It is very pretty.&amp;nbsp; I liked it so much I decided to search the net for a video of the song.&amp;nbsp; I found one.&amp;nbsp; I hope you enjoy it as much as I did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/UZCiUEs_eZg/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UZCiUEs_eZg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UZCiUEs_eZg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-5067565450565509686?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/5067565450565509686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=5067565450565509686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/5067565450565509686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/5067565450565509686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2012/02/blackmores-night.html' title='BLACKMORE&apos;S NIGHT'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-5940951504948581312</id><published>2012-02-02T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T07:45:25.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S OFF TO WORK WE GO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lUlhhLsk2zI/TyqrYkGx8CI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/IrzKjW8ubKI/s1600/7+dwarves.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lUlhhLsk2zI/TyqrYkGx8CI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/IrzKjW8ubKI/s1600/7+dwarves.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like this today.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past week or so the happy working song of the Seven Dwarves has been playing in my head in anticipation of returning to work.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Anderson's office drafted a return to work notice effective Monday, February 6th during my last doctor's appointment.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Anderson stated that I have been recovering nicely.&amp;nbsp; I need to continue with physical therapy until I have regained strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in the cleaning and organizing mode.&amp;nbsp; As a result, I have ironed enough work outfits for the next two weeks.&amp;nbsp; Each outfit is hanging neatly in my room waiting for me to wear.&amp;nbsp; I purchased a new work bag to carry my calendar, day planner, keys, pens, clips, lap top, etc.&amp;nbsp; I have scheduled family activities for the next month and have started planning for personal activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working on decluttering my house for the past couple weeks.&amp;nbsp; While there are piles of things to go through, there are shining moments and areas of perfect organization and cleanliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children have not quite grasped the necessity to make their beds and take their dirty clothes out to the wash.&amp;nbsp; This causes a little disruption in my perfect OCD world.&amp;nbsp; This results in the compulsion to enter each room, make the beds, pick up the dirty clothes, straighten the room, etc. each morning.&amp;nbsp; I won't have this luxury when I go back to work on Monday.&amp;nbsp; I am hoping that my kids will miss the nicely made beds and decide to take care of&amp;nbsp;it themselves.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MJdV2Zk7g-A/TyqrbRVNHjI/AAAAAAAAAiY/s03QIEuBD4U/s1600/dwarves+-+hobit.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MJdV2Zk7g-A/TyqrbRVNHjI/AAAAAAAAAiY/s03QIEuBD4U/s1600/dwarves+-+hobit.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what happened to the Seven Dwarves after Snow White married the Prince and moved out to live in the Palace.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-5940951504948581312?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/5940951504948581312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=5940951504948581312&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/5940951504948581312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/5940951504948581312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2012/02/its-off-to-work-we-go.html' title='IT&apos;S OFF TO WORK WE GO'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lUlhhLsk2zI/TyqrYkGx8CI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/IrzKjW8ubKI/s72-c/7+dwarves.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-5577510522585308702</id><published>2012-01-18T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T17:51:06.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"IM COMFORTABLE"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Yesterday, I was sitting on the couch when mhy phone "binged" at me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor says:&amp;nbsp; "You just got a text message."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said:&amp;nbsp; "That was my phone?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reach for my phone and Victor says:&amp;nbsp; "It's Evan."&amp;nbsp; I look at him and then I look at my phone.&amp;nbsp; Sure enough, I have a text message from Evan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor asks:&amp;nbsp; "What did he say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read out loud Evan's text:&amp;nbsp; "Im comfortable"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I text back:&amp;nbsp; "What"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next message says:&amp;nbsp; "To be around"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I text back:&amp;nbsp; "Why"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I didn't see his response until this morning when he sent me a text asking if he could stay after school to work on Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His response to "why" was:&amp;nbsp; "Thats what ashleys familys said"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley is Evan's girl friend.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y64XneRLgw4/Txd2-ofyQgI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Sa-4zQiWZFI/s1600/Evan+and+Ashley.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y64XneRLgw4/Txd2-ofyQgI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Sa-4zQiWZFI/s320/Evan+and+Ashley.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley had invited Evan to attend a friends "Quincenera" (spelling????).&amp;nbsp; He spent seven hours with Ashley and her family last Saturday.&amp;nbsp; Seven hours is a long time to spend with someone's family.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about Evan I sense an ease about him.&amp;nbsp; I'm comfortable when he is around.&amp;nbsp; He is a very peaceful young man.&amp;nbsp; He rarely has outbursts.&amp;nbsp; Most of his frustration is kept inside - I can feel it when he is frustrated.&amp;nbsp; But that doesn't happen very often either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aislyn thinks Evan is too passive.&amp;nbsp; But I like him to "comfortable".&amp;nbsp; He keeps me "comfortable".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-5577510522585308702?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/5577510522585308702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=5577510522585308702&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/5577510522585308702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/5577510522585308702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-comfortable.html' title='&quot;IM COMFORTABLE&quot;'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y64XneRLgw4/Txd2-ofyQgI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Sa-4zQiWZFI/s72-c/Evan+and+Ashley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-5079620026057452632</id><published>2012-01-17T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T15:31:29.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE A QUIET CLEAN HOUSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Last week I was pretty sick and I have continued to have the sniffles through the last couple days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funny thing happens after I have been sick for a while.&amp;nbsp; I have this strange irresistable urge to clean and disinfect everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I got up and stripped my bed and immediately threw the sheets into the washing machine on HOT.&amp;nbsp; I straightened my room, dusted and vacuumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then took a HOT shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned the bathroom from top to bottom.&amp;nbsp; I removed every thing that could be washed and threw it out to be washed next.&amp;nbsp; Every surface was cleansed and then disinfected with Lysol.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved to the living room.&amp;nbsp; Boxed up the rest of the Christmas decorations; folded the three baskets of laundry; dusted and vacuumed.&amp;nbsp; Then I turned on Pandora to listen to some Celtic Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dining room was next.&amp;nbsp; The tablecloth was removed and replaced with a clean crisp white lace tablecloth.&amp;nbsp; I dusted and polished my cobalt blue center pieces and placed them on the table.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saved the kitchen for last.&amp;nbsp; This being the dirtiest room in the house.&amp;nbsp; I was not able to finish the kitchen before I was completely exhausted.&amp;nbsp; Sunday, I finished the dishes and made dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning I decided that the kitchen still wasn't good enough.&amp;nbsp; I had Allisa sweep and mop the kitchen floor again.&amp;nbsp; I emptied more than half the drawers; cleaned them out with Mr. Clean spray and then put all items in the correct drawers.&amp;nbsp; I don't know who has been putting the dishes away, but their methods drive my OCD personality completely bonkers.&amp;nbsp; Aislyn came in and rescued me from the tupperware cabinets while Allisa and I tackled the pantry.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 9:30 last night I couldn't stand anymore.&amp;nbsp; I got up late this morning and attempted to finish the pantry and clean off the counters where the pantry&amp;nbsp;had exploded to.&amp;nbsp; My pantry is organized and all but one section of counter top has been cleared of pantry items.&amp;nbsp; I have a sink full of mismatched tupperware and dirty dishes that happened to be in the pantry...&amp;nbsp; I don't know why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll finish that part tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; I'm exhausted.&amp;nbsp; But, my house is clean; the kids have been at school; Victor has been running errands (finally got his hair cut); and I have had the house to myself for about three hours.&amp;nbsp; I was able to read my scriptures and study; type a couple blogs and just enjoy the quiet time.&amp;nbsp; Peace at last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-5079620026057452632?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/5079620026057452632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=5079620026057452632&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/5079620026057452632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/5079620026057452632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-love-quiet-clean-house.html' title='I LOVE A QUIET CLEAN HOUSE'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-6442990799793148217</id><published>2012-01-11T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T13:02:12.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY ANNIVERSARY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Today, Victor and I are celebrating our 15th wedding anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is pretty amazing to me that we have spent 1/3 of our lives together.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I was sitting with one of the sisters in the ward.&amp;nbsp; We spoke for a period of time and she shared with me that she and her husband will be celebrating 61 years of marriage.&amp;nbsp; That amazes me even more.&amp;nbsp; That is a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 15 years have been spent raising our children.&amp;nbsp; I believe the next 15 years will be spent becoming grandparents and watching our children establish families of their own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-6442990799793148217?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/6442990799793148217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=6442990799793148217&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/6442990799793148217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/6442990799793148217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-anniversary.html' title='HAPPY ANNIVERSARY'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-8508626225693971863</id><published>2012-01-05T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T16:29:12.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JANUARY 2012 - NEW BEGINNINGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Every January I spend time reflecting on the previous year and looking forward to the possibilities of the new year.&amp;nbsp; This past year has had some milestones and highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allisa turned 12 and has joined the older girls in the Young Women's program.&amp;nbsp; She loves Young Women's and is happy to graduate from Primary.&amp;nbsp; Allisa loves school and is thriving with excellent grades making the Honor Roll or Merit Roll each term.&amp;nbsp; Allisa asserts her personality often, especially with her dad.&amp;nbsp; This sometimes frustrates Victor.&amp;nbsp; I think it's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aislyn is in her first year of High School and is loving it.&amp;nbsp; She is a mother hen when it comes to her friends.&amp;nbsp; She is growing up very fast and is often mistaken for a 16/17 year-old.&amp;nbsp; We love her sense of fashion, pulling off combinations like formal pink dresses with white knee high converse tennis shoes.&amp;nbsp; She is trying her hand at drawing and seems to be enjoying this new hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan is a Junior at ACE High School and still loves studying Architecture and Construction.&amp;nbsp; Together we designed and constructed mobiles for the two new granddaughters.&amp;nbsp; Devlyn and Stevie were impressed with the Christmas gifts for their daughters.&amp;nbsp; Evan turned 16 this past September, was ordained a Priest and has a girlfriend.&amp;nbsp; Evan had many firsts.&amp;nbsp; 1)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Performed his first ordinance - baptizing his cousin Rogelio.&amp;nbsp; 2)&amp;nbsp; Blessed the Sacrament for the first time.&amp;nbsp; 3)&amp;nbsp; Had his first date.&amp;nbsp; 4)&amp;nbsp; Has his first girl friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working long hours up until the end of October.&amp;nbsp; I had reconstructive surgery on my left knee the end of October.&amp;nbsp; I have been participating in physical therapy to help with the recovery.&amp;nbsp; I am expected to return to work February or March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor and I became grandparents for this first time with two granddaughters born within two weeks of each other&amp;nbsp; Victor is a proud grandpa and loves spending time with the grandbabies.&amp;nbsp; We babysat one of our granddaughters this past Sunday.&amp;nbsp; A whole three hours with Kadance while Drew and Devlyn went to the movies - their first date since she was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are hoping that this new year is full of many firsts and many new and exciting adventures.&amp;nbsp; We hope that your year is just as fruitful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-8508626225693971863?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/8508626225693971863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=8508626225693971863&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/8508626225693971863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/8508626225693971863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2012/01/january-2012-new-beginnings.html' title='JANUARY 2012 - NEW BEGINNINGS'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-7714942437446547232</id><published>2011-11-07T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T18:52:18.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SISTERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;﻿ &lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qqn3s_gepZs/TriROTTYb5I/AAAAAAAAAcw/GwImPxVnqBw/s1600/November+305.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qqn3s_gepZs/TriROTTYb5I/AAAAAAAAAcw/GwImPxVnqBw/s320/November+305.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Phoenix" - new pic after a day at the hair salon&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;As many of you know, sisters can be really good friends and be loving and caring towards each other.&amp;nbsp; Other times sisters can be just awful towards each other.&amp;nbsp; I remember the loving sisterly moments with my sisters and the awful moments too.&amp;nbsp; However, I think often on the fun times and happy moments.&amp;nbsp; Mostly because I am so far from them.&amp;nbsp; It is hard living far from family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿After a terrible fight with one of my sisters many years ago (high school years), mom had a talk with the two of us and in summary she said (paraphrasing):&amp;nbsp; "When I am gone you will only have each other...&amp;nbsp; You need to learn to get along and to love each other..."&amp;nbsp; I have thought a lot about those words and have tried to maintain good relations with my siblings.&amp;nbsp; I have also tried to teach my own daughters the importance of being close, loving, caring and protective of each other.&amp;nbsp; There have been successes and there have been several world wars.﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I have discovered that planning activities that Aislyn and Allisa enjoy has helped with the sisterly bonding.&amp;nbsp; We love to go to the hair salon and get our hair done together.&amp;nbsp; We also have had manicure and pedicures together.&amp;nbsp; Shopping for clothes, makeup and accesories.&amp;nbsp; When it's just us girls, Aislyn and Allisa are great.&amp;nbsp; I have recently discovered that they enjoy taking pictures with my camera and I wanted to share:&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿&amp;nbsp;﻿﻿ &lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-66WOeGNCk2k/TriUuWE7XrI/AAAAAAAAAdw/26bJw27Lcv0/s1600/November+293.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-66WOeGNCk2k/TriUuWE7XrI/AAAAAAAAAdw/26bJw27Lcv0/s320/November+293.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OG3bI0g-o9c/TriVF85VtiI/AAAAAAAAAd4/m8TNZpioINY/s1600/November+285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OG3bI0g-o9c/TriVF85VtiI/AAAAAAAAAd4/m8TNZpioINY/s320/November+285.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did Aislyn's makeup for Halloween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oGCHNP3KEOQ/TriTd3oCiEI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Vreg45WspfQ/s1600/November+317.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oGCHNP3KEOQ/TriTd3oCiEI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Vreg45WspfQ/s320/November+317.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J2_ba1haIc8/TriTAp15ZUI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Y5zMwtFIdBM/s1600/November+307.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J2_ba1haIc8/TriTAp15ZUI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Y5zMwtFIdBM/s320/November+307.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UexrTMF2hpI/TriUA_OpG0I/AAAAAAAAAdg/8knRtIve9CU/s1600/November+291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UexrTMF2hpI/TriUA_OpG0I/AAAAAAAAAdg/8knRtIve9CU/s320/November+291.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sisters that love their new hair styles&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nzmDnaqgrw8/TriUaoBARaI/AAAAAAAAAdo/UQBPY9nSVP0/s1600/November+292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nzmDnaqgrw8/TriUaoBARaI/AAAAAAAAAdo/UQBPY9nSVP0/s320/November+292.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V-YOLYnxnsw/TriVbtlyheI/AAAAAAAAAeA/fQKx4U6ryws/s1600/November+295.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V-YOLYnxnsw/TriVbtlyheI/AAAAAAAAAeA/fQKx4U6ryws/s320/November+295.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Face Art for Halloween&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-7714942437446547232?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/7714942437446547232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=7714942437446547232&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/7714942437446547232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/7714942437446547232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2011/11/sisters.html' title='SISTERS'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qqn3s_gepZs/TriROTTYb5I/AAAAAAAAAcw/GwImPxVnqBw/s72-c/November+305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-6671980210869744646</id><published>2011-10-23T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T19:44:49.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNDAY FAMILY DINNER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;At least once a month we have family dinner with our children; and now our grandchildren.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our family dinner this evening and all our kids were home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor made tri-tip.&amp;nbsp; Allisa and I made mashed potatoes; mixed vegetables; yams; pico de gallo; apple carmel cake and banana bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two grand babies were passed around from lap to lap for the first little while.&amp;nbsp; Katana ended up on Aunt Sandie's lap and fell asleep.&amp;nbsp; Kadence ended up on my lap and fell asleep.&amp;nbsp; The two sweet spirits relaxed and happy in our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is nearly 8 p.m. and the family is still socializing in the living room while I am here typing away.&amp;nbsp; It is fun to hear the happy conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine what it will be like 10 years from now.&amp;nbsp; More grandchildren probably and all my children married... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a happy evening and I wanted to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-6671980210869744646?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/6671980210869744646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=6671980210869744646&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/6671980210869744646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/6671980210869744646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2011/10/sunday-family-dinner.html' title='SUNDAY FAMILY DINNER'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-9174471121781437142</id><published>2011-10-21T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T15:13:07.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KADENCE AND THE PUMPKINS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SFlwxF5RoZY/TqHst1Zsw2I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/l6mFzEbJ8rE/s1600/arnold+pumkin.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SFlwxF5RoZY/TqHst1Zsw2I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/l6mFzEbJ8rE/s1600/arnold+pumkin.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Since Devlyn and her siblings were young we have taken them to the McGrath Pumpkin Patch every year.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Each child is permitted to pick one pumpkin.&amp;nbsp; The only limitation is their ability to carry it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8fafKNktrYw/TqHsyPDUn8I/AAAAAAAAAcY/oQqaROUnRwM/s1600/kadence+pumpkin+2.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8fafKNktrYw/TqHsyPDUn8I/AAAAAAAAAcY/oQqaROUnRwM/s1600/kadence+pumpkin+2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"How big can we get?"&amp;nbsp; is the question asked every year.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Victor's reply:&amp;nbsp; "If you can carry it you can have it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Every year the pumpkins have gotten larger and larger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;When the pumpkins were small the kids would carve cut little faces and we would put one little tea light inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yTRso3YWZio/TqHs07DtedI/AAAAAAAAAcg/w6okNROav-4/s1600/kadence+pumpkin.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yTRso3YWZio/TqHs07DtedI/AAAAAAAAAcg/w6okNROav-4/s1600/kadence+pumpkin.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Last year the pumpkins were so large and my children more creative with their carving skills that we had giant reptiles and bugs carved out of the pumpkins and using 3 to 4 tea lights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The family tradition continues onto our grandchildren this year when Devlyn and Dru took Kadence to the McGrath pumpkin patch.&amp;nbsp; It appears that the pumpkin patch has claimed the sweet little bud as she can not carry a pumpkin on her own yet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P3VY6ja70So/TqHs2_FlpJI/AAAAAAAAAco/jJFx0t8icgU/s1600/devlyn+pumpkin.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" rda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P3VY6ja70So/TqHs2_FlpJI/AAAAAAAAAco/jJFx0t8icgU/s320/devlyn+pumpkin.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-9174471121781437142?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/9174471121781437142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=9174471121781437142&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/9174471121781437142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/9174471121781437142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2011/10/kadence-and-pumpkins.html' title='KADENCE AND THE PUMPKINS'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SFlwxF5RoZY/TqHst1Zsw2I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/l6mFzEbJ8rE/s72-c/arnold+pumkin.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-1681456732474744</id><published>2011-09-20T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T21:11:19.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KADENCE SMILES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c3ddVDrQglU/TnljyCdvSuI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wjOjCbL1e9E/s1600/Kadence+Smiles.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c3ddVDrQglU/TnljyCdvSuI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wjOjCbL1e9E/s320/Kadence+Smiles.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she beautiful?!?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-1681456732474744?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/1681456732474744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=1681456732474744&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-2431907491404687527</id><published>2011-09-17T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T11:16:01.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KATANA AND KADENCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Thursday, September 15th Dad and Aunt Judy drove up from Long Beach.&amp;nbsp; The plan to stop at the Gonzales Ranchito, and then head up to Lompoc to visit Grandma Mead.&amp;nbsp; Last week, Victor and I spoke to the new mommies and asked them if they would like to come over and introduce their beautiful babies to Great Grandpa Hyde and Great, Great Aunt Judy.&amp;nbsp; So, when Dad and Aunt Judy came into our home they were greeted by the new mommies and new babies.&amp;nbsp; Here are some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtuaFHbf4zc/TnThhfBuvqI/AAAAAAAAAbg/PbFECigNjBg/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtuaFHbf4zc/TnThhfBuvqI/AAAAAAAAAbg/PbFECigNjBg/s320/026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Grandpa Hyde with Katana Rae Gonzales&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Amcl1YBSJF4/TnThp6qpN2I/AAAAAAAAAbk/fF8FVkfUKDk/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Amcl1YBSJF4/TnThp6qpN2I/AAAAAAAAAbk/fF8FVkfUKDk/s320/027.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KwqfpHOc9Ng/TnThvRa_SVI/AAAAAAAAAbo/4-DjIyH4ATw/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KwqfpHOc9Ng/TnThvRa_SVI/AAAAAAAAAbo/4-DjIyH4ATw/s320/028.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The proud papa, Vincent, is standing by...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XxXW9PsTB2M/TnTh4Ua5AUI/AAAAAAAAAbs/oiaWEx5xOkA/s1600/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XxXW9PsTB2M/TnTh4Ua5AUI/AAAAAAAAAbs/oiaWEx5xOkA/s320/029.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-csmy7s2mfRw/TnTh_F5avhI/AAAAAAAAAbw/kk9EQtcANQM/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-csmy7s2mfRw/TnTh_F5avhI/AAAAAAAAAbw/kk9EQtcANQM/s320/030.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Great, Great Aunt Judy with Katana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8bufR4uoB1w/TnTiFNrngaI/AAAAAAAAAb0/HRwZZH8O0Cs/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8bufR4uoB1w/TnTiFNrngaI/AAAAAAAAAb0/HRwZZH8O0Cs/s320/031.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stevie, Katana's mother is wearing the red sweatshirt in the background.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmF0mVQrWO0/TnTiLh-PxGI/AAAAAAAAAb4/edcJCdC38TY/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmF0mVQrWO0/TnTiLh-PxGI/AAAAAAAAAb4/edcJCdC38TY/s320/032.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is beautiful Kadence Ella Arnold with her Great Grandpa Hyde.&amp;nbsp; Very tiny...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fu2nK-4KGQA/TnTiSZZcY5I/AAAAAAAAAb8/a-Z0OqBWSX4/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fu2nK-4KGQA/TnTiSZZcY5I/AAAAAAAAAb8/a-Z0OqBWSX4/s320/033.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b6OD1zI3lgk/TnTia9Uq_mI/AAAAAAAAAcA/UGPFg_-rw9E/s1600/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b6OD1zI3lgk/TnTia9Uq_mI/AAAAAAAAAcA/UGPFg_-rw9E/s320/034.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1sJadkseaDo/TnTigqMKgWI/AAAAAAAAAcE/0ud5K2HGFTc/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1sJadkseaDo/TnTigqMKgWI/AAAAAAAAAcE/0ud5K2HGFTc/s320/035.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JaO1gI2z2pI/TnTimjAvEGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/n_GhcIWtHi4/s1600/036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JaO1gI2z2pI/TnTimjAvEGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/n_GhcIWtHi4/s320/036.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa Hyde was very pleased with his expertise in putting both Granddaughters to sleep...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-2431907491404687527?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/2431907491404687527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=2431907491404687527&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/2431907491404687527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/2431907491404687527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2011/09/katana-and-kadence.html' title='KATANA AND KADENCE'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtuaFHbf4zc/TnThhfBuvqI/AAAAAAAAAbg/PbFECigNjBg/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-7487996196842351142</id><published>2011-08-09T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T17:17:34.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM A GRANDMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_gfbobl="112"&gt;Our first granddaughter was born Sunday, August 7th at 1:05 a.m. weighing in at nine lbs. three oz.&amp;nbsp; Her parents, Vincent and Stevie have named her Katana Ray (not sure of the spelling).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor and I had sent the late evening into the early morning waiting for this beautiful, not so little, girl.&amp;nbsp; It was with great joy and relief that she finally arrived.&amp;nbsp; Here are a few pictures for your viewing pleasure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fevq6w76Ix0/TkHNtJIOaGI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/f1axgkSFxRg/s1600/more+pictures+028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fevq6w76Ix0/TkHNtJIOaGI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/f1axgkSFxRg/s320/more+pictures+028.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-6232843140118600991</id><published>2011-07-28T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T21:20:57.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOYA THE PROUD MAMA</title><content type='html'>Moya is the new mama of 7 little Siberian Huskies.&amp;nbsp; The little family came together on Tuesday, July 26th.&amp;nbsp; The first puppy was born around 8 a.m. and the last puppy was born around 6 p.m.&amp;nbsp; What a long day for any mama!&amp;nbsp; Here are the beautiful pictures of this sweet little family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWOn9CcXtOY/TjI0iDprkqI/AAAAAAAAAZs/LYbQq3mSTsI/s1600/rebecca%2527s+239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" 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type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2011/07/moya-proud-mama.html' title='MOYA THE PROUD MAMA'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWOn9CcXtOY/TjI0iDprkqI/AAAAAAAAAZs/LYbQq3mSTsI/s72-c/rebecca%2527s+239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-3361169206980229603</id><published>2011-07-22T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T21:34:23.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STRAWBERRIES</title><content type='html'>Since I can remember I have always loved strawberries.&amp;nbsp; I love strawberry pie; strawberry jam; strawberry flavored mountain dew and strawberries with whipping cream and sponge cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I received a phone call from the Relief Society President letting me know that one of the local growers was granting access to his field for picking.&amp;nbsp; Victor called me later letting me know that he wanted to go pick strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raced home from work; picked up the family and we drove to the strawberry field with our boxes and buckets for picking.&amp;nbsp; We spent two hours picking.&amp;nbsp; On the way home we picked up some freezer bags to store the strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made a deal with the kids.&amp;nbsp; I purchased a tub of twizzlers and a box of rice crispy treats as the incentive:&amp;nbsp; "If you have all the strawberries washed; cut and put in the freezer bags before I get home from work tomorrow you may have the twizzlers and the rice crispy treats."&amp;nbsp; The question:&amp;nbsp; "We get them all to ourselves and we don't have to share?"&amp;nbsp; "Yes, they are all yours if you take care of the strawberries.&amp;nbsp; If you don't I get the twizzlers and the rice crispy treats and I will take them to work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I came home from work and the kids excitedly told me that they had finished all the strawberries.&amp;nbsp; I asked how many freezer bags were filled.&amp;nbsp; The response:&amp;nbsp; 16 one gallon freezer bags.&amp;nbsp; I had estimated that we had picked about 18 gallons of strawberries.&amp;nbsp; I figured that smoothies would be made and they were throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goal is to eventually make strawberry jam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-3361169206980229603?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-6380465801701792869</id><published>2011-07-06T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T20:40:52.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BITS AND PIECES</title><content type='html'>Summer is upon us; kids are on break from school; and life is moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan is about 6' now and moves about the house and everywhere else like Edward Cullen.&amp;nbsp; I have been calling him Edward for about a month.&amp;nbsp; He is enjoying the continued attention of his female friends.&amp;nbsp; He keeps his cool and doesn't let it go to his head.&amp;nbsp; He and Aislyn went to youth conference a couple weeks back - they participated in a three day Pioneer Trek and had a great time.&amp;nbsp; One of their friends from school participated and was just baptized July 4th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aislyn is growing like a weed and is becoming a beautiful young woman.&amp;nbsp; She is currently the YW Class President and really enjoys attending church.&amp;nbsp; She has many friends from other wards throughout the stake and can't wait to attend her first Stake Dance.&amp;nbsp; She still has friends in the Ventura Stake and will get to see them at the Stake Dances since they are combined with the Ventura Stake.&amp;nbsp; Aislyn graduated from Middle School and starts High School in the fall.&amp;nbsp; She will get to see all her friends from the Camarillo Wards!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allisa is finally growing and we now are about eye to eye (or nose to nose)...&amp;nbsp; She is hapy that her hair has finally grown out and won't let me cut it again.&amp;nbsp; We'll have to see about that.&amp;nbsp; Allisa finished off 6th grade with high honors.&amp;nbsp; She was on the honor roll three terms out of the four.&amp;nbsp; The first term she was on the Merit Roll (she had been sick the first part of the year and missed a great deal of school).&amp;nbsp; She is excited about 7th grade and hopes to continue her stellar performance the next two years.&amp;nbsp; The goal is Valedictorian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides work, Victor and I are busy with the yard, garden and ward callings and assignments.&amp;nbsp; There doesn't seem to be enough time in the day to get things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family will be participating in County Fair Activities.&amp;nbsp; Evan, Aislyn and Allisa have been invited to volunteer.&amp;nbsp; They haven't decide yet if they will.&amp;nbsp; They do get free admission for volunteering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every type of animal has had babies this spring.&amp;nbsp; We are anticipating our first set of husky puppies in the next week or so.&amp;nbsp; We are so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, just wanted to give you an update.&amp;nbsp; Will be having more time in the future to blog.&lt;div 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PIECES'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-3485679361248019263</id><published>2011-05-21T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T13:51:02.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IN BEREAVEMENT</title><content type='html'>It seems that the older I get the more in touch with mortality I become.&amp;nbsp; Not to say that I think about my mortality often; I am just face to face with man's fraility as friends and loved ones pass from this life.&amp;nbsp; I realize that this life is temporary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month, our dear friend, Bill Cullen passed away.&amp;nbsp; His passing was both a relief and a sorrow.&amp;nbsp; Days following his passing, my friend Gwenda and I spent an evening going through his family photos so that we could have pictures displayed at his funeral.&amp;nbsp; We were able to share memories of him and his wife, who passed away several years prior.&amp;nbsp; We had some great laughs and some tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the day of the funeral approached I had been asked about music and poetry that could be shared during the services.&amp;nbsp; When I thought about Bill and his impact on my family and his great affection towards me and Victor I immediately thought of the poem:&amp;nbsp; "The Bridge Builder".&amp;nbsp; This poem was placed in the program along with his picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Sharon, Bill's wife, was alive I had played "O Divine Redeemer" as a rest piece during Sacrament Meeting.&amp;nbsp; Both Sharon and Bill expressed their appreciation for the music and what it had meant to them.&amp;nbsp; When Sharon died, Bill asked me to play the piano during the services.&amp;nbsp; I was honoured to do so.&amp;nbsp; When I was asked about music for Bill's services the music for "O Divine Redeemer" came to mind.&amp;nbsp; I could hear the beautiful voices of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir in my mind, each word leaving profound feelings upon my soul.&amp;nbsp; I offered to play this piece again for Bill's services.&amp;nbsp; Understanding the great sacrifice that the Saviour has made for each of us I knew that this song completely represented Bill's faith in the Lord, Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess by now you are asking why I bring this up nearly six weeks after his passing and funeral services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past I have struggled with my ability to express my condolences to those who have lost dear family members and loved ones.&amp;nbsp; I never knew what to write in a card or how to say what I felt for the one left suffering the loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Housekeeping has this to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As life goes on, sorrows as well as joys come to my lady.&amp;nbsp; Mr. Bennett, a family friend, dies, and flowers are sent to the house, no longer great set forms, nor exclusively white and purple blossoms, but long-stemmed flowers of any color, tied with white satin ribbons.&amp;nbsp; My lady calls on Mrs. Bennett, and though she does not see her, leaves a note expressing in a few simple words her affection and sympathy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only possible comfort one can give in time of bereavement is the assurance that the sorrows is shared by all the circle of friends.&amp;nbsp; It is not the time for a sermon but for words of human love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Where the number of letters of condolence is too large to be answered with personal notes, it&amp;nbsp;is sometimes the custom of mourning family to issue small black-bordered cards, engraved with a few lines of appreciation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Latter Day Saints, we sometimes sound trite in our responses when we express our condolences.&amp;nbsp; We know the purpose of life and understand the Plan of Salvation.&amp;nbsp; This makes it easy for us to say that we know we will see this person again or that they are in a better place.&amp;nbsp; To those who don't have a complete understanding of the Gospel these words sound empty and impersonal.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we share our expressions of love and concern for those that are left behind in sorrow we need to acknowledge them and their feelings.&amp;nbsp; The loss is real; the feelings of pain, sadness and loneliness are real.&amp;nbsp; Our compassion and love as taught by the Saviour are more powerful and profound to the person who is suffering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-3485679361248019263?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/3485679361248019263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=3485679361248019263&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/3485679361248019263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/3485679361248019263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2011/05/in-bereavement.html' title='IN BEREAVEMENT'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-2030036431993213416</id><published>2011-03-05T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T09:26:55.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOCIAL LIFE - Sundry Obligations</title><content type='html'>In 1904 Good Housekeeping published a guide for tips on entertaining: The Good Housekeeping Hostess - An Old-Fashioned Guide to Gracious Living.&amp;nbsp; In this book there are smart ideas and guidance that still apply today, as well as a fascinating glimpse of social life in an earlier era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found the book entertaining; thought provoking; and enlightening.&amp;nbsp; This along with the giant Miss Manners book, my social behavior has been shaped and molded.&amp;nbsp; I am not yet so socially refined that I have set myself high above the rest in any social class.&amp;nbsp; I am however confident that I will not embarrass myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a quote from the book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It sometimes happens in our experience that though we possess many beautiful and valuable bits of information, we lack that very one for which we have immediate need, and like the lady who glories in nine rose point berthas and perforce remains away from the horse show for want of linen collar and cuffs, we may know quite glibly that the nation's chief in far-away Washington is addressed as His Excellency, and yet pucker our brows in vain bewilderment as to whether plain little next-door Lucy is our dear Mrs. Gray or simply dear Lucy since she came home from the honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perhaps it will help a little if we remember that all conventions are in their final analysis dictated by the heart and based on the golden rule.&amp;nbsp; They may have been cut long ago at some grand court, and dried through usage among gentlefolk of many lands, and yet they are less arbitrary than would seem at first thought.&amp;nbsp; Rules of etiquette have always been equally binding on all members of the set which uses them, and as my lady is sometimes guest and on other occasions hostess, it would plainly be but natural for her to advocate the least irksome duty for each class; besides which is the fact that truly well-bred people regulate their conduct by kindly feeling for each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To be sure there are the fads which crop up from year to year, and the improper use of forks and finger bowls has been made such a bogie that many a woman, on her way to a large dinner, trembles at thought of the ordeal before her.&amp;nbsp; But no lady need really fear.&amp;nbsp; Table etiquette, like all the rest, is primarily to protect us from unpleasing spectacles; and it is by no means impossible for a gentlewoman to handle her asparagus in an old-fashioned manner without losing caste, while the person next her conforms to the fad of the day and yet offends by a too-evident enjoyment of her salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If, then, you are not sure as to the exact requirement in certain social obligations, and have no way of finding out, do the thing you would consider graceful and kind were you in the position of the other person concerned; and above all things, keep on your face the calm smile of self-possession, which goes so far to prove that you know what you are about."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book and others like it remind me of the characters in books and movies like "Emma", "Sense and Sensibility", and "Persuasion".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Often my mind fashions what life&amp;nbsp;would have been like had I &amp;nbsp;been born in that time.&amp;nbsp; I fantasize about the life and social gatherings depicted in movies like&amp;nbsp;"The Age of Innocence" and long for the&amp;nbsp;bright colours and formality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I recall all the things and experiences I was exposed to in my own life.&amp;nbsp; The opportunities to participate in musical learning; visual arts and culture.&amp;nbsp; There was no lack of the beauty and social etiquette portrayed in&amp;nbsp;those movies and books that my own Mother valued and made sure that we were taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Growing up, Mother, taught me many things about polite behavior and how to act like a lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the first lessons from Mother was how to walk like a lady and not like a "farmer".&amp;nbsp; We spent time in the kitchen practicing.&amp;nbsp; I would walk a straight line between the rows of tile; making sure my feet did not venture outside that line.&amp;nbsp; The days of walking like I&amp;nbsp;had just gotten off a horse were quickly swept away and replaced with a graceful narrow glide across the kitchen floor.&amp;nbsp; At least that was the goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother also reinforced the "Golden Rule" reminding us to treat others with the kindness and respect that we would like to receive.&amp;nbsp; She also used the words of Thumper's mother "If you can't say anything nice don't say anything at all."&amp;nbsp; This is behavior dictated by the heart and conduct regulated by kindly feeling for each other.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found that there is a great lack of kindly feeling for others in this world.&amp;nbsp; It has been replaced by smug; condescending; hurtful words aimed at destroying others and raising one's self above the rest.&amp;nbsp; I see this disgraceful behavior everywhere.&amp;nbsp; It is in the work place; on the freeways; in the class room; at the market and even at church.&amp;nbsp; What a disgrace to modern society.&amp;nbsp; What a shame that we can't even follow the simple command of the Savior "Love one another."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother didn't teach just by her words.&amp;nbsp; She has often shown how to act like a lady by her own behavior.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She is the example of grace; kindness and peace.&amp;nbsp; She is the one in a crowded room; in a social gathering or even at church who is the one person who has mastered the grace of putting herself in the position of the other person.&amp;nbsp; She keeps on her face the calm smile of self-possession, proving that she knows what she is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with all the books on etiquette; gracious living; and acceptable behavior I have learned more from my Mother than anywhere else.&amp;nbsp; If I am to pattern my life after someone I know it would be my Mother.&amp;nbsp; I have no fear of being led astray because I know that she has patterned her life after the Savior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-2030036431993213416?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-7516886820611802618</id><published>2011-01-27T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T19:00:06.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRAND PARENTS TO BE</title><content type='html'>Yes it is true!&amp;nbsp; Victor and I are expecting our first grandchildren.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I said "Grand Children".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devlyn and Dru, who have been married 5 years this coming March are expecting their first child.&amp;nbsp; She has decided that she doesn't want to know what she is having.&amp;nbsp; However, the moms are very interested and we have asked that she have the doctor write the gender down on a piece of paper so that she can hand it to us.&amp;nbsp; We would like to plan for this new little arrival.&amp;nbsp; Devlyn is about 7 weeks along now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Devlyn announced her current condition, we had yet another child who wanted to "come out".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor and I always knew that Devlyn would not bring us grandchildren first.&amp;nbsp; We have often discussed the personalities and dispositions of our children and had predicted that our son, Vincent, would be the first to continue the Gonzales line.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent didn't actually say anything.&amp;nbsp; His beautiful girl friend came to me; totally terrified; and shared with me that she is a little over 3 months along.&amp;nbsp; I expressed my support and excitement for her and also shared with her that this was not the way we expected to have our family grow.&amp;nbsp; I let her know that we love her and Vincent no matter what and that we are happy to be Grandparents.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing to me that we are going to be grand parents before our youngest has grown to majority.&amp;nbsp; Victor and I are barely in our 40's.&amp;nbsp; We are going to be very young grand parents and possibly very young great grand parents... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-7516886820611802618?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/7516886820611802618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=7516886820611802618&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/7516886820611802618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/7516886820611802618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2011/01/grand-parents-to-be.html' title='GRAND PARENTS TO BE'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-5830678282474167678</id><published>2011-01-11T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T12:28:49.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!</title><content type='html'>I can hardly believe that it was 14 years ago that Victor and I were married.&amp;nbsp; I sometimes look at him and I wonder:&amp;nbsp; "What was I thinking?"&amp;nbsp; Other times I look at him and I can't help but stare at him and I feel so happy that I made that choice to marry him.&amp;nbsp; I sometimes feel like a school girl with a crush.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 14 years haven't been a bed of roses.&amp;nbsp; However, I know that everything that we experience together (the good and the bad) makes our marriage that much stronger.&amp;nbsp; We are still learning.&amp;nbsp; We still have a lot of growing up to do.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made the commitment to live this life together.&amp;nbsp; We renewed that commitment again when we were sealed in the St. George Temple.&amp;nbsp; That commitment is for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have allso reflected on how symbolic our wedding month is.&amp;nbsp; January is the first month of the year.&amp;nbsp; A time for renewal and new beginnings.&amp;nbsp; Each year I reflect on where I have been, what I learned, what I survived and I anticipate what the new year will bring.&amp;nbsp; I also think about those things that I can improve upon.&amp;nbsp; Can I be a little more understanding; patient; compassionate; giving and kind?&amp;nbsp; What can I do each day to show Victor how much I love him and appreciate him.&amp;nbsp; Are there little things that I can change and improve upon?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that one of our goals is to do more things together.&amp;nbsp; Like take a class together; play games together; go places together; work together; serve together; etc.&amp;nbsp; I have hope that we will be together for a long time on this earth so that we can become better together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-5830678282474167678?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/5830678282474167678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-3532351523143167929</id><published>2011-01-09T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T17:37:33.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMETIMES WIKIPEDIA IS WRONG</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to put it out there that WFG is not a multi level marketing company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wikipedia is not always correct and they get their information from sources that are not credible.&amp;nbsp; Professors at school have even told me that we can't trust the information found on Wikipedia.&amp;nbsp; We can't use Wikipedia has a source document...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the founders of this company are members of the church and I had an opportunity to meet them this weekend.&amp;nbsp; They are strong faithful members of the church.&amp;nbsp; In fact one of the founders is leaving to serve a mission with his wife, who I also met.&amp;nbsp; Our local leadership also includes strong faithful members of the church.&amp;nbsp; We are working with good people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know more about what I am doing, I would take a look at Aegon's website.&amp;nbsp; Aegon bought WFG and we now work very closely with our sister companies Transamerica and Prudential.&amp;nbsp; We also work very closely with Debt America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor and I can not do any business unless we have our Life Insurance Licenses and in order for us to do any financial planning we have to have our series 6 and 60...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a legitimate business and it is not what Wikipedia says it is.&amp;nbsp; This is a company that is helping families get out of debt; save money and build security for families so that they can retire and care for their families.&amp;nbsp; We do not charge sevice fees to help families. &amp;nbsp;We do not get paid for recruiting or having people under us.&amp;nbsp; We get paid by the companies that we work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are excited about this opportunity and we know that we are doing is right and good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-3532351523143167929?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/3532351523143167929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=3532351523143167929&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/3532351523143167929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/3532351523143167929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2011/01/sometimes-wikipedia-is-wrong.html' title='SOMETIMES WIKIPEDIA IS WRONG'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-4502345021091857814</id><published>2011-01-08T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T12:35:24.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT IS YOUR DREAM?</title><content type='html'>Victor and I have spent three days in Palm Springs at a Wealth Bowl Convention for WFG.&amp;nbsp; We have had a wonderful time and have heard many great speakers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to dream the big dream and do something about to get there has been the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your Dream?&amp;nbsp; I'll tell you mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to serve a mission with my husband.&amp;nbsp; I want to be able to send my children to college.&amp;nbsp; I want to be able to leave a legacy for my family.&amp;nbsp; I want to be able to provide for my family and my friends.&amp;nbsp; I want to be able to do these things without worrying about where the money is going to come from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trained and have the tools now to make my dreams come true.&amp;nbsp; Victor and I are going to make those dreams come true together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Your Dream?&amp;nbsp; What have you done to make sure your dreams come true?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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DREAM?'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-5691998688324771572</id><published>2011-01-02T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T14:22:18.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUFISM:  WAY OF THE HEART</title><content type='html'>I love to read and I have a vast collection of books.&amp;nbsp; Not as many as mom and dad.&amp;nbsp; I have so many that I have them stashed in various spaces throughout the house.&amp;nbsp; Sometime I forget what I have and I have to dust and clean to rediscover what books and interests I have had in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we put all the Christmas decorations away and I decided to do a little dusting and discovered a book that I found fascinating many years ago.&amp;nbsp; I picked it up and began reading.&amp;nbsp; I thought that it was interesting that on my own journey to understand myself better and to grow closer to Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ that this journey is not new and individuals since the beginning of time have been on similar journeys.&amp;nbsp; My blog:&amp;nbsp; Tender Mercies, has been focused on the various natures of the heart.&amp;nbsp; The first section of the book I picked up yesterday is called "Way of the Heart".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case your are wondering; I have always been fascinated with Eastern Culture; religions; beliefs and practices.&amp;nbsp; The Eastern Nations are very old and their various religious sects have been around for centuries.&amp;nbsp; There is eternal truth taught within the walls of their temples.&amp;nbsp; I have a respect for these ancient cultures and I have a respect for their beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sufism, Tao and Zen are some of the Eastern practices filled with ancient wisdom.&amp;nbsp; Sufis speak to us from the heart, Tao preaches a practical wisdom based on the laws of nature, and Zen points to the immediacy of the present moment.&amp;nbsp; I want to share with you some of what is written in this section of the book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sufism is known to many as the way of the heart, the path of the beloved.&amp;nbsp; It is an inner wisdom that speaks in the language of love, and is a way of looking more deeply into ourselves through the eyes of God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God, say Sufis, was hidden treasure who wanted to be known, and so gave birth to the whole creation in order to be seen.&amp;nbsp; It is God within ourselves that longs to meet the world, and only we ouselves who stand in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Longing to be permanently held in the embrace of the Beloved (God), Sufis prepare by renouncing outer wealth, believing that the real treasure lies within.&amp;nbsp; The word "Sufi" literally means "wearing wool" and refers to the simple clothes worn by early ascetics.&amp;nbsp; In Islam, Sufis are those who follow the path of tasawwuf.&amp;nbsp; Tasawwuf means "abandoning the world" and the people who follow the path of tasawwuf are mystics who live in the world but are not blinded by the world.&amp;nbsp; They are on a journey to find God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The journey that is undertaken by Sufis is undertaken by all those who seek to know themselves.&amp;nbsp; It is a&amp;nbsp;journey of self-discovery and it is universally understood that the goal of this journey cannot be reached through the intellect.&amp;nbsp; A direct, or mystical, experience is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Greek root of the word mystical -- myein -- means "to close the eyes."&amp;nbsp; This hints to the truth that is known to mystics everywhere that to experience God, or Truth, or any real aspect of ourselves, we must close our eyes and look within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Looking within, Sufis search for God.&amp;nbsp; Living in the marketplace of the world, they become so impassioned with their love that the world ceases to be a distraction and they see His reflection everywhere.&amp;nbsp; They so abandon themsleves to the love of God that they become His very eyes and ears.&amp;nbsp; Through their complete surrender, Sufis become the very heartbeat of the Beloved."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being taught in seminary to be in the world and not of the world.&amp;nbsp; I remember being taught to seek the Lord and to learn of him.&amp;nbsp; I remember that our goal is to become like Christ that we may see his image in our countenance.&amp;nbsp; There are accounts in the New Testament of Christ asking others to forsake their current life; wealth; lifestyle, etc. to follow Him.&amp;nbsp; We have been reminded that He is the way, the truth and the life.&amp;nbsp; Can we abandon the ways of the world to seek after him?&amp;nbsp; This is one of the great questions that has been asked for centuries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-5691998688324771572?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/5691998688324771572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=5691998688324771572&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/5691998688324771572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/5691998688324771572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2011/01/sufism-way-of-heart.html' title='SUFISM:  WAY OF THE HEART'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-530800297733633110</id><published>2010-12-28T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T20:34:43.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GIFT OF CONTENTMENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being thankful for what I have instead of striving for what I don't have.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Symphony of Contentment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;To live content with small means;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;To seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;To be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;To study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;To listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;To bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, gro up through the common.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is to be my symphony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp; William Henry Channing&lt;br /&gt;Chaplain during the Civil War&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-530800297733633110?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/530800297733633110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=530800297733633110&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/530800297733633110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/530800297733633110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/12/gift-of-contentment.html' title='THE GIFT OF CONTENTMENT'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-9125872034993335920</id><published>2010-12-27T20:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T20:39:57.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT PRAYER DOES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Washes away faults&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Repels temptations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Extinguishes persecutions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Consoles the fainthearted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cheers the low-spirited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Escorts travelers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nourishes the poor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Governs the rich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Raises up the fallen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Arrests the falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Confirms the standing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;-TERTULLIAN&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;First-century lawyer and teacher&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-9125872034993335920?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/9125872034993335920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=9125872034993335920&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/9125872034993335920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/9125872034993335920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-prayer-does.html' title='WHAT PRAYER DOES'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-592425021521260513</id><published>2010-12-26T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T16:29:07.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DRUM ROLL PLEASE...</title><content type='html'>To those of you who guessed on my blog and those who guessed in your heads; you are all wrong!!!!&amp;nbsp; HA!HA!HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful little creature that Evan has wanted almost his whole entire life is a Chinchila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still hasn't named her - for the past couple weeks Victor and Patsy have been calling her "Little Girl".&amp;nbsp; That may stick.&amp;nbsp; Evan is at a loss for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan has been instructed on how to take care of her and how to keep her habitat clean.&amp;nbsp; They are funny little creatures.&amp;nbsp; They are very tiny and extremely active.&amp;nbsp; Their fur is very soft and delicate.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained to Evan that Chinchila's take dirt baths; they are not to get wet; you feed them hay and seeds - not after mid night; and they are supposed to be handled every day and given lots of love and attention.&amp;nbsp; He asked me what would happen if she got wet or ate after midnight.&amp;nbsp; I explained that terrible things happen.&amp;nbsp; Little pustuals will form on her back and little baby man eating chinchila's pop out of them and ravage cities leaving only hair and bones in their wake.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was stunned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far she has only left trails of her own waste while running around in her exercise ball.&amp;nbsp; The remedy - a Kirby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the kids are taken with her and think she is absolutely adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depending on how Evan does with his new friend; we may get a second Chinchila.&amp;nbsp; Chinchila's are social creatures.&amp;nbsp; This Chinchila loves cats and would hop on and play with "Sparky" the cat at Patsy's house.&amp;nbsp; "Sparky" loved the Chichila as well.&amp;nbsp; He would be found inside the cage with the Chinchila or outside the cage resting his two front paws inside...&amp;nbsp; very funny actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we will send pictures once we can get some good ones without her moving around... she is fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-592425021521260513?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/592425021521260513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=592425021521260513&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/592425021521260513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/592425021521260513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/12/drum-roll-please.html' title='DRUM ROLL PLEASE...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-4221695867560821862</id><published>2010-12-23T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T16:30:31.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS IS COMING!</title><content type='html'>We have been ready for Christmas for nearly a week.&amp;nbsp; The gifts have been wrapped and placed around the tree - taunting my children since last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two more gifts that need to be placed by the tree.&amp;nbsp; One is an item that needs to be wrapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other can not be wrapped - It will remain at a friends house until tomorrow evening.&amp;nbsp; This is a special gift.&amp;nbsp; This is a gift that my son has been requesting since he was five years old.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a cute, fuzzy creature.&amp;nbsp; She loves people and hops around when excited and happy.&amp;nbsp; She loves sun flower seeds and dirt baths.&amp;nbsp; This particular creature is a black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess what it is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-4221695867560821862?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/4221695867560821862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=4221695867560821862&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/4221695867560821862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/4221695867560821862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-is-coming.html' title='CHRISTMAS IS COMING!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-3354568594167893238</id><published>2010-11-12T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T13:47:09.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOVEMBER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"The key to life is to be grateful and give thanks for everything that happens -- both the happiness and the sadness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-3354568594167893238?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/3354568594167893238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=3354568594167893238&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/3354568594167893238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/3354568594167893238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/11/november.html' title='NOVEMBER'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-976126809006386790</id><published>2010-11-09T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T19:45:25.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLAY OFFS; MERIT ROLLS AND 2X4'S</title><content type='html'>Allisa had play offs today for Volleyball so that they could determine who plays in the Championship next Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allisa's team won!&amp;nbsp; They moved up to 2nd place in the play offs and will play against the team that is in 1st place next Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited for her.&amp;nbsp; I know that she has had a great Volleyball season and looks forward to the Spring Season for Volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Aislyn and Allisa made Merit Roll this term.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They are both very happy with their scores in school.&amp;nbsp; Their goal for the next term is Honor Roll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan and Aislyn are still growing!&amp;nbsp; Both of them are taller than me.&amp;nbsp; Evan is now taller than Victor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Evan grew another two inches this past month.&amp;nbsp; I think he is part pine tree and has 2X4's for legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of 2X4's...&amp;nbsp; Evan has been doing some amazing things at ACE.&amp;nbsp; He is now designing a tool shed for me and will build it out of the extra lumber we have in the back yard.&amp;nbsp; His instructor stated that he did a great job with the design.&amp;nbsp; Evan is going to enter a competition for a home design.&amp;nbsp; He has been given special conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a local family with a disabled family member and they need to build a home or remodel their home to accomodate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan's instructor told him that he should use the same techniques he was using for my Tool Shed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a very small house; or it is going to be a box :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-976126809006386790?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/976126809006386790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=976126809006386790&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/976126809006386790'/><link rel='self' 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Primary Pianist and the Activity Days Leader for the girls.&amp;nbsp; I was released last Sunday and was extended a new calling that afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday during Sacrament Meeting it was announced that I am the new Home Family and Personal Enrichment Leader.&amp;nbsp; I am really excited!&amp;nbsp; I will be set apart next Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had ideas for these evenings with the Relief Society Sisters and now I get a chance to organize some of these meetings with the Relief Society President.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still the Relieft Organist and have been asked to be the Choir Pianist.&amp;nbsp; The new choir director has many, many years of experience and I am excited to work with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-4317319190018512747?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-3714388943900822430</id><published>2010-11-07T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T09:21:46.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Healing Powers of Mercy and Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last Sunday I had the opportunity to give a talk during Sacrament Meeting.&amp;nbsp; Below is a portion of that talk.&amp;nbsp; The full talk is found in my&amp;nbsp;Tender Mercies Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ suffered in Gethsemane and on the cross. He was the only one capable of making a perfect Atonement for all mankind. He suffered the penalty for our sins in Gethsemane and died on the cross. He took upon Himself the pains, sicknesses, temptations, afflictions and infirmities of us all (Alma 7:11-12)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“11 And he shall go forth, suffering pains and afflictions and temptations of every kind; and this that the word might be fulfilled which saith he will take upon him the pains and the sicknesses of his people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12 And he will take upon him death, that he may loose the bands of death which bind his people; and he will take upon him their infirmities, that his bowels may be filled with mercy, according to the flesh, that he may know according to the flesh how to succor his people according to their infirmities.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As we rely on the Atonement of Jesus Christ, He can help us endure our trials, sicknesses, and pain. We can be filled with joy, peace, and consolation. All that is unfair about life can be made right through the Atonement of Jesus Christ. The Atonement of Jesus Christ satisfies the demands of justice and answers the pleas for mercy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mercy is the spirit of compassion, tenderness, and forgiveness. Mercy is one of the attributes of God. Jesus Christ offers mercy to us through His atoning sacrifice on conditions of repentance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the New Testament there are many accounts of Jesus Christ showing compassion to the sinner. One such account shows the deep compassion that the Savior had toward a woman taken in adultery. (John 8:1-11)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Jesus went unto the mount of Olives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 And early in the morning he came again into the temple, and all the people came unto him; and he sat down, and taught them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 And the scribes and Pharisees brought unto him a awoman taken in adultery; and when they had set her in the midst, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 They say unto him, Master, this woman was taken in adultery, in the very act. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Now Moses in the law commanded us, that such should be stoned: but what sayest thou? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 This they said, tempting him, that they might have to accuse him. But Jesus stooped down, and with his finger wrote on the ground, as though he heard them not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 So when they continued asking him, he lifted up himself, and said unto them, He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 And again he stooped down, and wrote on the ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 And they which heard it, being convicted by their own conscience, went out one by one, beginning at the eldest, even unto the last: and Jesus was left alone, and the woman standing in the midst. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 When Jesus had lifted up himself, and saw none but the woman, he said unto her, Woman, where are those thine accusers? hath no man condemned thee? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 She said, No man, Lord. And Jesus said unto her, Neither do I condemn thee: go, and sin no more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Jesus Christ is our exemplar we are to exercise the principle of mercy and forgive our brothers and sisters. Joseph Smith taught:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“One of the most pleasing scenes that can occur on earth, when a sin has been committed by one person against another, is, to forgive that sin; and then according to the sublime and perfect pattern of the Savior, pray to our Father in heaven to forgive [the sinner] also.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Ever keep in exercise the principle of mercy, and be ready to forgive our brother on the first intimations of repentance, and asking forgiveness; and should we even forgive our brother, or even our enemy, before he repent or ask forgiveness, our heavenly Father would be equally as merciful to us.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Bear and forbear one with another, for so the Lord does with us. Pray for your enemies in the Church and curse not your foes without: for vengeance is mine, saith the Lord, and I will repay (see Romans 12:19]. To every ordained member, and to all, we say; be merciful and you shall find mercy. Seek to help save souls, not to destroy them: for verily you know, that ‘there is more joy in heaven, over one sinner that repents, than there is over ninety and nine just persons that need no repentance.” [see Luke 15:7.]”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We Must Forgive Others&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A vital part of repentance is to forgive those who have sinned against us. The Lord will not forgive us unless our hearts are fully cleansed of all hate, bitterness, and bad feelings against other people (see 3 Nephi 13:14-15).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“14 For, if ye aforgive men their trespasses your heavenly Father will also forgive you;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;15 But if ye forgive not men their trespasses neither will your Father forgive your trespasses.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In September of 1831, Joseph Smith received revelation from the Lord. Part of that revelation included commandment to the saints that they forgive one another, lest there remain in them the greater sin. In Doctrine and Covenants section 64 verses 1-11 we read:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;“ 1 BEHOLD, thus saith the Lord your God unto you, O ye elders of my church, hearken ye and hear, and receive my will concerning you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 For verily I say unto you, I will that ye should overcome the world; wherefore I will have compassion upon you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 There are those among you who have sinned; but verily I say, for this once, for mine own aglory, and for the salvation of souls, I have forgiven you your sins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 I will be merciful unto you, for I have given unto you the kingdom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 And the keys of the mysteries of the kingdom shall not be taken from my servant Joseph Smith, Jun., through the means I have appointed, while he liveth, inasmuch as he obeyeth mine ordinances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 There are those who have sought occasion against him without cause; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Nevertheless, he has sinned; but verily I say unto you, I, the Lord, forgive sins unto those who confess their sins before me and ask forgiveness, who have not sinned unto death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 My disciples, in days of old, sought occasion against one another and forgave not one another in their hearts; and for this evil they were afflicted and sorely chastened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Wherefore, I say unto you, that ye ought to forgive one another; for he that forgiveth not his brother his trespasses standeth condemned before the Lord; for there remaineth in him the greater sin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 I, the Lord, will forgive whom I will forgive, but of you it is required to forgive all men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 And ye ought to say in your hearts—let God judge between me and thee, and reward thee according to thy deeds.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the May 1992 Conference issue of the Ensign Richard G Scott shared the following counsel to those who needed to heal and learn to forgive others of serious injustices: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Father in Heaven’s children enjoy agency, there can be some who choose willfully to violate the commandments and harm you. Such acts temporarily restrict your freedom. In justice, and to compensate, the Lord has provided a way for you to overcome the destructive results of others’ acts against your will. That relief comes by applying eternal truths…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Know that the wicked choice of others cannot completely destroy your agency unless you permit it. Their acts may cause pain, anguish, even physical harm, but they cannot destroy your eternal possibilities in this brief but crucial life on earth… Your attitude can control the change for good in your life. It allows you to have the help the Lord intends you to receive. No one can take away your ultimate opportunities when you understand and live eternal law. The laws of your Heavenly Father and the atonement of the Lord have made it possible that you will not be robbed of the opportunities which come to the children of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During prolonged recovery from massive surgery, a patient anticipates complete healing in patience, trusting in others’ care. He does not always understand the importance of the treatment prescribed, but his obedience speeds recovery. So it is with you struggling to heal scars… Forgiveness, for example, can be hard to understand, even more difficult to give. Begin by withholding judgment... The way to repentance must be kept open for them... As you experience an easing of your own pain, full forgiveness will come more easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You cannot erase what has been done, but you can forgive. (see D&amp;amp;C 64:10.) Forgiveness heals terrible, tragic wounds, for it allows the love of God to purge your heart and mind of the poison of hate. It cleanses your consciousness of the desire for revenge. It makes place for the purifying, healing, restoring love of the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Master counseled, “Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them who despitefully use you and persecute you.” (3 Ne. 12:44; italics added.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bitterness and hatred are harmful. They produce much that is destructive. They postpone the relief and healing you yearn for. Let God be the judge—you cannot do it as well as he can.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In The Book of Mormon the account that Enos gave encompasses the full healing power of the Atonement. Enos recognized his weaknesses and presented himself to the Lord:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Behold, I went to hunt beasts in the forests; and the words which I had often heard my father speak concerning eternal life, and the joy of the saints, sunk deep into my heart. And my soul hungered; and I kneeled down before my Maker, and I cried unto him in mighty prayer and supplication for mine own soul; and all the day long did I cry unto him; yea, and when the night came I did still raise my voice high that it reached the heavens.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The voice of the Lord came unto him saying that his sins had been forgiven and Enos said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“And I, Enos, knew that God could not lie; wherefore, my guilt was swept away.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enos did not stop with his own welfare. He understood the demands of justice and mercy. He wanted the same salvation for his brethren and he said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Now, it came to pass that when I had heard these words I began to feel a desire for the welfare of my brethren, the Nephites; wherefore, I did pour out my whole soul unto God for them.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He not only prayed for his brethren the Nephites; he also plead for the Lamanites and again heard the voice of the Lord promising salvation for them all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The amazing healing power of the atonement is a miracle to both the saint and the sinner. Christ suffered for all pains and anguishes that he of us would suffer in this life. Because he was prepared in the Garden of Gesthemane he is able to wrap his arms around us and provide healing relief. All we need to do is believe him and accept his gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know that God lives! I know that Jesus Christ is our Savior and Redeemer. I know that they love us. I know that Jesus Christ will come again unto his people. We will be ready if we seek and follow the counsel of his servants the prophets. I know that Thomas S Monson is a true prophet of God. I know that he speaks with him and receives counsel on our behalf. Listen to the words of the prophets, they will bring you unto salvation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I bear this solemn testimony in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-3714388943900822430?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/3714388943900822430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=3714388943900822430&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/3714388943900822430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/3714388943900822430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/11/health-powers-of-mercy-and-forgiveness.html' title='The Healing Powers of Mercy and Forgiveness'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-4035449034574832248</id><published>2010-10-28T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T12:48:42.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WISDOM for SIMPLE LIVING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The ability to simplify means to eliminate the unnecessary so that the necessary may speak. - Hans Hoffman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is no power on earth that can neutralize the influence of a high, simple, and useful life. - Booker T Washington&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love tranquil solitude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And such society&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As is quiet, wise, and good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Percy B Shelley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-4035449034574832248?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/4035449034574832248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=4035449034574832248&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/4035449034574832248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/4035449034574832248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/10/wisdom-for-simple-living.html' title='WISDOM for SIMPLE LIVING'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-4622159195066183370</id><published>2010-10-27T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:01:10.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GIFT OF SIMPLICITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE GIFT OF SILENCE:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quieting my voice so I can be refreshed by the stillness for which my spirit desperately longs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-4622159195066183370?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/4622159195066183370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=4622159195066183370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/4622159195066183370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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up at school around 5:00 or 5:30 on those evenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been working with Mr. Bell to create the Module Signs out of the materials that each module teaches.&amp;nbsp; Evan finished the sign for the "Framing" Module and is now working on the "Tile" Module.&amp;nbsp; Here is his finished sign for the "Framing" Module (he did all the work):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUBwYK4DSYk/TMXdjOEk4lI/AAAAAAAAAZI/0W9GIC9Huuo/s1600/framing.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUBwYK4DSYk/TMXdjOEk4lI/AAAAAAAAAZI/0W9GIC9Huuo/s320/framing.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUBwYK4DSYk/TMXdljz3ZzI/AAAAAAAAAZM/dTeLgbUaPVs/s1600/framing+2.bmp" 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some point in our lives we attempt to reconnect with family members.&amp;nbsp; We are searching for an identity; love; loyalty and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We usually try to make our bonds stronger when we lose family that is close or dear to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I live so far away from my parents and my siblings; I feel disconnected and long for close family ties.&amp;nbsp; I am keenly aware of how alone I am sometimes.&amp;nbsp; This helps me to identify those who feel the same things or experience the same things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was an exciting day for Victor and our children.&amp;nbsp; Circumstances that can only be described as divine intervention; made it possible for Victor to be re-united with his daughter, Crystal.&amp;nbsp; We last saw her over 10 years ago and have often wondered where she was and if we would be able to find her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Victor has been actively looking for her this past year; Crystal was actively looking for Victor and her siblings.&amp;nbsp; Victor was able to spend several hours with her last night and then she came over to meet her brothers and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a beautiful young woman (will be 16 in January).&amp;nbsp; She is a lot like Aislyn in appearance and mannerisms.&amp;nbsp; She is excited about spending time with her extended family.&amp;nbsp; She was happy to find out that Lucy was still alive because her other grandmother passed away.&amp;nbsp; She desperately wants to build the family bonds and we are happy to have her.&amp;nbsp; I hope that what she is seeking can be fulfilled by her newly found family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-4141232582367928951?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-1389124588047641886</id><published>2010-10-18T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T12:54:25.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAS MANANITAS</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Tia Jessica's birthday (Victor's Aunt and Lucy's younger sister).&amp;nbsp; Every time we have a birthday party up on Lompoc, Santa Maria or Nipomo the following song is sung (rather than the traditional birthday song):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estas son las mañanitas, que cantaba el Rey David,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoy por ser día de tu santo, te las cantamos a ti,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Despierta, mi bien*, despierta, mira que ya amaneció,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ya los pajarillos cantan, la luna ya se metió. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que linda está la mañana en que vengo a saludarte,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Venimos todos con gusto y placer a felicitarte,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ya viene amaneciendo, ya la luz del día nos dio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Levántate de mañana, mira que ya amaneció.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las Mañanitas is a traditional Mexican song that is sung on birthdays and other important holidays. It is often sung as an early morning serenade to wake up a loved one. At birthday parties it is sung before the cake is cut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a traditional song with a long history, there are variations of Las Mañanitas, with many different verses. At most Mexican parties only the first two verses are sung, but I have included some additional verses that are occasionally sung, particularly when the song is performed by mariachis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is the translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the morning song that King David sang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because today is your saint's day we're singing it for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wake up, my dear*, wake up, look it is already dawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The birds are already singing and the moon has set &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How lovely is the morning in which I come to greet you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all came with joy and pleasure to congratulate you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The morning is coming now, the sun is giving us its light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get up in the morning, look it is already dawn &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Additional verses: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El día en que tu naciste nacieron todas las flores&lt;br /&gt;En la pila del bautismo, cantaron los ruiseñores &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day you were born all the flowers were born&lt;br /&gt;On the baptismal font the nightingales sang &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera ser solecito para entrar por tu ventana&lt;br /&gt;y darte los buenos días acostadita en tu cama &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to be the sunshine to enter through your window&lt;br /&gt;to wish you good morning while you're lying in your bed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera ser un San Juan, quisiera ser un San Pedro&lt;br /&gt;Para venirte a cantar con la música del cielo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to be a Saint John I would like to be a Saint Peter&lt;br /&gt;To sing to you with the music of heaven &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De las estrellas del cielo tengo que bajarte dos&lt;br /&gt;una para saludarte y otra para decirte adiós &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the stars in the sky I have to lower two for you&lt;br /&gt;One with which to greet you and the other to wish you goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great birthday song!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-1389124588047641886?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/1389124588047641886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=1389124588047641886&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/1389124588047641886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/1389124588047641886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/10/las-mananitas.html' title='LAS MANANITAS'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-8082035058787430491</id><published>2010-10-17T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T18:51:50.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOMPOC</title><content type='html'>We spent the day in Lompoc today for a family reunion with Victor's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way out we stopped at the Lompoc Cemetary and brought some flowers to Grandma Mead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUBwYK4DSYk/TLunjkWVakI/AAAAAAAAAYw/HpwKxERADwk/s1600/stone5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUBwYK4DSYk/TLunjkWVakI/AAAAAAAAAYw/HpwKxERADwk/s320/stone5.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUBwYK4DSYk/TLunmGFCWqI/AAAAAAAAAY0/W9tBXeko62Q/s1600/stone4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUBwYK4DSYk/TLunmGFCWqI/AAAAAAAAAY0/W9tBXeko62Q/s320/stone4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUBwYK4DSYk/TLunqrKuqjI/AAAAAAAAAY8/g00VNCu0OV8/s1600/stone2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUBwYK4DSYk/TLunqrKuqjI/AAAAAAAAAY8/g00VNCu0OV8/s320/stone2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUBwYK4DSYk/TLunsf4kv-I/AAAAAAAAAZA/Qhaawed5FIQ/s1600/stone1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUBwYK4DSYk/TLunsf4kv-I/AAAAAAAAAZA/Qhaawed5FIQ/s320/stone1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUBwYK4DSYk/TLunoWjK75I/AAAAAAAAAY4/fQl9lWmri40/s1600/stone3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUBwYK4DSYk/TLunoWjK75I/AAAAAAAAAY4/fQl9lWmri40/s320/stone3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my way of keeping my promise to Grandma.&amp;nbsp; She asked me to always remember her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-8082035058787430491?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/8082035058787430491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=8082035058787430491&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/8082035058787430491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/8082035058787430491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/10/lompoc.html' title='LOMPOC'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUBwYK4DSYk/TLunjkWVakI/AAAAAAAAAYw/HpwKxERADwk/s72-c/stone5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-7961484912557508846</id><published>2010-10-06T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T13:05:14.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AND SHE SCORES!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Allisa had her very first Volleyball game yesterday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the tiniest player on her team.&amp;nbsp; She had a lot of fun!&amp;nbsp; She still dances around the court... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allisa is a good sport and is always smiling, even when she misses.&amp;nbsp; The girls on the team are awesome and they are constantly building each other up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first set was very close.&amp;nbsp; The other team one by 1 point.&amp;nbsp; The second set was also very close.&amp;nbsp; Our team one by 2 points...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allisa may not be good at returning the ball; she is, however, very good at serving.&amp;nbsp; Because of her size the other team was not prepared for her serves and Allisa scored!!!!! :)&amp;nbsp; I believe this happened a couple times.&amp;nbsp; She was very happy and her team mates cheered her on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to video tape some of the game on my phone so that I could show Victor.&amp;nbsp; You can hear me screaming in the back ground.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I am a crazy mom when it comes to my kids! :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next game I am going to take the video camera so that I can post it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-7961484912557508846?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/7961484912557508846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=7961484912557508846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/7961484912557508846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/7961484912557508846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/10/and-she-scores.html' title='AND SHE SCORES!!!!!!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-1086021449185431676</id><published>2010-10-05T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T12:27:49.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHICH CITY IS THE MOST EDUCATED</title><content type='html'>I was listening to KUSC's morning show on the way to work and they were talking about an article found in Forbes.&amp;nbsp; The article was highlighting the most educated and cities in the United States and also revealed the least educated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top 5 educated cities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seattle, WA&lt;br /&gt;Boston, MA&lt;br /&gt;Washington, D.C.&lt;br /&gt;San Jose, CA&lt;br /&gt;San Francisco, CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These cities have the highest percentage of adults with degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washington, D.C. had a whopping 47%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city with the lowest percentage of degreed adults is found in Southern California:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;RIVERSIDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second to the last least degreed/educated city is none other than Sin City itself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;LAS VEGAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why gambling is such a popular profession in the state of Nevada.&amp;nbsp; This career option does not have regular dependable compensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thought this was interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-1086021449185431676?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/1086021449185431676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=1086021449185431676&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/1086021449185431676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/1086021449185431676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/10/which-city-is-most-educated.html' title='WHICH CITY IS THE MOST EDUCATED'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-4758907528143255615</id><published>2010-10-04T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T12:37:15.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ADVENTURES IN VOLLYBALL</title><content type='html'>At the beginning of the school year Allisa had asked if she could participate in after school activities.&amp;nbsp; I said she could... then waited to hear from her what she had chosen to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came home one afternoon and asked if she could participate in Vollyball.&amp;nbsp; I said sure.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first year that Mesa Union will participate in a vollyball league.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pick Allisa up after work.&amp;nbsp; I usually get there a few minutes before she is done with practice.&amp;nbsp; The first time I sat and watched I noticed that she dances around on the court (nervous energy).&amp;nbsp; My thoughts were:&amp;nbsp; "She is driving the coach crazy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She does listen to instruction.&amp;nbsp; She was up to serve the ball and she tipped it with her knuckles resulting in the ball just rolling off her hand and dropping to the floor.&amp;nbsp; The coach came over and explained to Allisa how to serve the ball.&amp;nbsp; On the second attempt the ball arched beautifully over the net and was never returned by the opposing team.&amp;nbsp; Allisa scored a point. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day I watch her as she participates and I have noticed a major improvement.&amp;nbsp; She doesn't dance around the court and her serves are powerful (building her confidence).&amp;nbsp; She leaves the court with a huge smile; with her hair all over the place and little smears of dirt across her nose and chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her first game is tomorrow after school.&amp;nbsp; I am really excited for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-4758907528143255615?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/4758907528143255615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=4758907528143255615&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/4758907528143255615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/4758907528143255615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/10/adventures-in-vollyball.html' title='ADVENTURES IN VOLLYBALL'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-6340133361608055831</id><published>2010-10-01T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T12:03:34.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OCTOBER</title><content type='html'>"Just as the trees lose their leaves so they can grow back stronger, now is the time to lose your fears so that you can grow stronger."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-6340133361608055831?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/6340133361608055831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=6340133361608055831&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/6340133361608055831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/6340133361608055831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/10/october.html' title='OCTOBER'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-54939897227650594</id><published>2010-09-30T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T12:37:05.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE HEALING POWER OF CHRIST</title><content type='html'>I have spent a lot of time thinking about forgiveness; the atonement along with compassion and understanding.&amp;nbsp; I have reflected on the hurts and pains that I have been through and of those who have experienced similary pain.&amp;nbsp; I have plead for peace; compassion; understanding along with the desired companionship of the Holy Spirit and to have Christ's Healing Power manifest in my life and in the lives of those that I love deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I would share my feelings and the things that I have read on my other blog, Tender Mercies.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to make sure that all my family and my friends had the opportunity to share in what I have learned because I know that they will benefit from the eternal truths that have been spoken and written by the Apostles and Prophets of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard G Scott stated in his talk "To Heal the Shattering Consequences of Abuse":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The beginning of &lt;span class="highlight"&gt;healing&lt;/span&gt; requires childlike faith in the unalterable fact that Father in Heaven loves you and has supplied a way to &lt;span class="highlight"&gt;heal&lt;/span&gt;. While an important part of &lt;span class="highlight"&gt;healing&lt;/span&gt;, if the thought of forgiveness causes you yet more pain, set that step aside until you have more experience with the Savior’s &lt;span class="highlight"&gt;healing&lt;/span&gt; power in your own life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times we chose not to address repentance and forgiveness in a given situation because it causes too much pain.&amp;nbsp; I understand that feeling acutely.&amp;nbsp; However, when the situation(s) is addressed and repentance and forgiveness are allowed to happen we experience the amazing miracle of the Healing Blessings of the Savior's Atonement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In July of 2005, James E Faust stated:&amp;nbsp; James E. Faust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christ is the Great Physician, who rose from the dead “with healing in his wings,” 6 while the Comforter is the agent of healing. Part of the healing process occurs as we worship through music and song."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have mention before how music has been my therapy for most of my life.&amp;nbsp; As I really read the words of hymns and ponder on the messages I am often bouyed up and am strengthened to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aislyn and I talked one time after Sacrament Meeting and she shared with me that it is hard for her to sing some of the hymns because they make her cry.&amp;nbsp; I told her that she shouldn't be ashamed.&amp;nbsp; I further explained that her own mother is touched deeply by the spirit of the hymns; which I also believe is an inherited condition from my own parents... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love James E Faust!!!&amp;nbsp; In 2003 he wrote the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Healing the Inner Self:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The healing that we all so often need is the healing of our souls and spirits. Christ is the Great Physician who rose from the dead “with healing in his wings” (2 Ne. 25:13), and the Comforter is the agent of healing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no reason for any of to not have the blessings of the Savior and the Comforter in our lives.&amp;nbsp; We each have been baptized and confirmed members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day-Saints.&amp;nbsp; This is not a casual gift.&amp;nbsp; This is an active gift from God for us to partake of.&amp;nbsp; We should never be in a situation where we can't rely on these gifts and seek after the promises of a loving Heavenly Father through the loving Sacrifice of our Elder Brother, Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I implore my brothers and sisters to seek after the strength found in the loving arms of our Heavenly Father and Savior Jesus Christ.&amp;nbsp; It pains my heart and soul to know that there is sorrow and despair in the lives of so many people I know and love.&amp;nbsp; There is joy and peace in this world waiting for you to take.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-54939897227650594?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/54939897227650594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=54939897227650594&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/54939897227650594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/54939897227650594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/09/healing-power-of-christ.html' title='THE HEALING POWER OF CHRIST'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-1132517518264878756</id><published>2010-09-20T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T12:47:56.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IN CASE YOU DIDN'T HEAR</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was a milestone for Victor's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His sister Sandy; nephew Nico and niece Raquel were all baptized on Saturday.&amp;nbsp; Many friends from our ward and her ward came.&amp;nbsp; It was great to have everyone there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spirit was palpable and every heart was touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The occurred during sacrament meeting when each of them was confirmed a member of the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 years ago, I was the only member in Victor's family.&amp;nbsp; Victor joined the church 13 years ago and we were sealed in the St. George Temploye 12 years ago (Sept 4th).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor's children have all been baptized since he joined the church.&amp;nbsp; Having his sister and family join the church is just another mile stone.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor was baptized for his father about 10 years ago.&amp;nbsp; We look forward to the day when Lucy accepts the gospel and joins the church.&amp;nbsp; I have seen the future possibility of Victor being sealed to his parents along with Sandy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Dad mentioned this morning, we just need to be patient.&amp;nbsp; I know that everything happens in its own time and some hearts need longer to open up to be touched by the wonderful message of Jesus Christ's gospel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-1132517518264878756?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/1132517518264878756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=1132517518264878756&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/1132517518264878756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/1132517518264878756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-case-you-didnt-hear.html' title='IN CASE YOU DIDN&apos;T HEAR'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-1961422306858953024</id><published>2010-09-17T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T12:10:36.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"It is not the show we put on for others on the outside that matters; it is the truth inside us that we cannot hide from Heavenly Father."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-1961422306858953024?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/1961422306858953024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=1961422306858953024&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/1961422306858953024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/1961422306858953024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/09/it-is-not-show-we-put-on-for-others-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-8696662218929551176</id><published>2010-09-15T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T12:19:24.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE RIGHT DECISION</title><content type='html'>When Evan was a Freshman last year we hoped that he would find his groove and have a wonderful high school experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, his first year in high school was a disaster; except for the Cross Country and Track experience.&amp;nbsp; He also loved French and wants to continue learning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting&amp;nbsp;with his counselor and weighing the many options for success we opted for Evan to transfer to ACE Charter High School.&amp;nbsp; The maximum number of students is at about 150.&amp;nbsp; Student capacity is smaller for each class so more attention is given to each student.&amp;nbsp; Each period is almost two hours long and each subject is every other day.&amp;nbsp; This gives Evan more time to complete assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really enjoys what he is doing and I have noticed that he really pays attention to the assignments and completes them. WOW!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, we were able to move him to another seminary class with a bus pickup to take him to school after seminary each morning.&amp;nbsp; Everything has fallen into place.&amp;nbsp; I was concerned that we may have made a decision out of desperation.&amp;nbsp; Now I am satisfied that we did the right thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-8696662218929551176?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/8696662218929551176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=8696662218929551176&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/8696662218929551176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/8696662218929551176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/09/right-decision.html' title='THE RIGHT DECISION'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-3197699273403903825</id><published>2010-09-13T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T14:27:48.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PARTY LITE PARTY</title><content type='html'>I love candles!&amp;nbsp; Once a year I have a Party Lite consultant come to my home to demonstrate the new products and I invite all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the smell of the candles and I love sharing them with family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I decided to have my party in the fall so that I could participate in the fall and winter specials.&amp;nbsp; I love the deals because I can buy more and have a really festive home at Thanksgiving and Christmas time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to order candles as Christmas gifts let me know - I will send you the web address so that you can shop online :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-3197699273403903825?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/3197699273403903825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=3197699273403903825&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/3197699273403903825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/3197699273403903825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/09/party-lite-party.html' title='PARTY LITE PARTY'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-7792704251070220002</id><published>2010-09-10T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T12:22:41.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Written by a 90 year old</title><content type='html'>This is something we should all read at least once a week!!!!! Make sure you read to the end!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Regina Brett, 90 years old, of the Plain Dealer, Cleveland , Ohio .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me. It is the most requested column I've ever written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My odometer rolled over to 90 in August, so here is the column once more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.&lt;br /&gt;2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.&lt;br /&gt;3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;5. Pay off your credit cards every month.&lt;br /&gt;6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.&lt;br /&gt;8. It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it.&lt;br /&gt;9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.&lt;br /&gt;11. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.&lt;br /&gt;12. It's OK to let your children see you cry.&lt;br /&gt;13. Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.&lt;br /&gt;14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.&lt;br /&gt;15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks.&lt;br /&gt;16. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.&lt;br /&gt;17. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.&lt;br /&gt;18. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;19. It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.&lt;br /&gt;20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie.&amp;nbsp; Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.&lt;br /&gt;22. Over prepare, then go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.&lt;br /&gt;24. The most important sex organ is the brain.&lt;br /&gt;25. No one is in charge of your happiness but you.&lt;br /&gt;26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words 'In five years, will this matter?'&lt;br /&gt;27. Always choose life.&lt;br /&gt;28. Forgive everyone everything.&lt;br /&gt;29. What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time.&lt;br /&gt;31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;br /&gt;32. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;br /&gt;33. Believe in miracles.&lt;br /&gt;34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do.&lt;br /&gt;35. Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.&lt;br /&gt;36. Growing old beats the alternative -- dying young.&lt;br /&gt;37. Your children get only one childhood.&lt;br /&gt;38. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.&lt;br /&gt;39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back.&lt;br /&gt;41. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;br /&gt;42. The best is yet to come...&lt;br /&gt;43. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;br /&gt;44. Yield.&lt;br /&gt;45. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-7792704251070220002?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/7792704251070220002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=7792704251070220002&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/7792704251070220002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/7792704251070220002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/09/written-by-90-year-old.html' title='Written by a 90 year old'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-5150550913269019052</id><published>2010-09-07T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T12:59:05.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CREATIVE EXPRESSION Instrument of Healing</title><content type='html'>Mary Beth Maziarz recently wrote an article in a publication called Natural Awakenings.&amp;nbsp; Mary Beth Maziarz is an author and professional songwriter whose songs have appeared in 50 films and television shows.&amp;nbsp; Her most recent book is, Kick-Ass Creativity - An Energy Makeover for Artists, Explorers, and Crative Professionals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stated:&amp;nbsp; "We all feel drawn by enticing creative projects we'd like to try."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mounting scientific evidence makes it clear that personal creative expression, once percieved as a luxury, sideline or hobby in our busy lives, is in fact a keystone of our most healthy and worthwhile activities.&amp;nbsp; In infinitely varied and pleasurable forms, creative practices can move us beyond artful living to also serve as a vehicle for healing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When we apprceiate others' creativity, or better yet, activley bring creativity to bear in our own experiences, such participation shapes our sense of self and can render physical and emotional benefits.&amp;nbsp; Studies published in Time and MuSICA (Music and Science Information Computer Archive), for example, have shown that music is a powerful ally.&amp;nbsp; Listening and playing music not only helps us manage our moods and emotions, it also works to reduce levels of the stress hormone cortisol, repair and regenerate brain neurosn, calm anxiety and regulate heart rate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always felt relief and comfort when a take the time to sit at the piano and play.&amp;nbsp; It has been theraputic and has been a source of balance for me.&amp;nbsp; My other creative activities have the same affect; however, playing music has been the most powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always felt a little selfish endulging in creative pursuits and after reading this article I realized that those pursuits not only benefit me it benefits my family because I am more rounded and I have skills to offer my children.&amp;nbsp; I also encourage my children to pursue their creative desires.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-5150550913269019052?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/5150550913269019052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=5150550913269019052&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/5150550913269019052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/5150550913269019052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/09/creative-expression-instrument-of.html' title='CREATIVE EXPRESSION Instrument of Healing'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-4985375162236395054</id><published>2010-09-03T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T12:31:23.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVING ART</title><content type='html'>I have been doing a lot of reading about health life styles and how to incorporate fun and creativity into my life.&amp;nbsp; I have come across some interesting and thought provoking quotes that I wanted to share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Art washes from the soul the dust of everyday life."&amp;nbsp; - Pablo Picasso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Art has been the means of keepingg alive the senses of purpose..." - John Dewey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"All creative people want to do the unexpected." - Hedy Lamarr&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Imagination is more important than knowledge." - Albert Einstein&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were.&amp;nbsp; But without it, we go nowhere." - Carl Sagan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most important things we can do is spend time with our families doing something.&amp;nbsp; The most fun I have had is when we do things together that are creative or imaginative.&amp;nbsp; That is when me and the kids laugh the most and we get to know each other better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1998, the Urban Land Institute conducted a study to uncover the answer to why people engage in creative opportunities in their communities.&amp;nbsp; The same can be applied to our families.&amp;nbsp; They are small communities afterall.&amp;nbsp; According to the participants of this study, the individual's primary motivations include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;to celebrate hertiage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to support community events or organizations&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to learn something about another time or culture&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to learn more about a particular form of art or cultural expression&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to experience the high quality of an art&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to support a family member or friend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to participate in a religious service, ceremony or ritual&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to get together with friends or family for social reasons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;In every case, the phenomenon of inspired community enhances our individual and collective quality of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do something creative; enhance our quality of life; grow and have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-4985375162236395054?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/4985375162236395054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=4985375162236395054&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/4985375162236395054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/4985375162236395054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/09/living-art.html' title='LIVING ART'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-9097464366275756570</id><published>2010-09-01T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T12:19:31.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SEPTEMBER</title><content type='html'>I love September for many reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&amp;nbsp; Evan was born in September.&amp;nbsp; September 1st to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;2)&amp;nbsp; Alex was born in September.&amp;nbsp; September 7th - exactly 51 weeks before Evan was born... :) - It also happens to be Emily's birthday!!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;3)&amp;nbsp; Grandma Mead was born in September (and she died the same month :(... )&lt;br /&gt;4)&amp;nbsp; Tammy's birthday is this month.&amp;nbsp; Don't forget to wish her happy birthday tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;5)&amp;nbsp; Kids are back in school&lt;br /&gt;6)&amp;nbsp; Labor Day Holiday - great for an official send off for my students - we are having a family BBQ on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;7)&amp;nbsp; There are some Jewish Holidays that I try to remember - Victor and I have many friends who are Jewish so we try to recognize their traditions:&amp;nbsp; Rosh Hashanah&amp;nbsp;(9/8)&amp;nbsp;and Yom Kippur (9/17)&lt;br /&gt;8) Autumn Begins - September 23&lt;br /&gt;9)&amp;nbsp; It's a great send off for the final quarter of the year - my most favorite time of year.&amp;nbsp; I love all the holidays that allow me to be festive and to decorate my house inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The greatest lesson of life is to know that everything happens for the best.&amp;nbsp; Every no leads you that much closer to a yes."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;HAPPY FALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-9097464366275756570?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/9097464366275756570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=9097464366275756570&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/9097464366275756570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/9097464366275756570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/09/september.html' title='SEPTEMBER'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-8860839863770827185</id><published>2010-08-26T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T12:49:56.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRSTS</title><content type='html'>I like starting fresh and beginning with a clean slate and I believe my children are the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allisa turned 11 on Tuesday and is excited about starting Junior High next Monday.&amp;nbsp; Grandma took her shopping for clothes and shoes.&amp;nbsp; Victor and I bought her a new backpack.&amp;nbsp; She is really excited about this next stage in her life.&amp;nbsp; So am I.&amp;nbsp; I know she will do well in Junior High.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aislyn turned 13 in July.&amp;nbsp; She had a wonderful summer.&amp;nbsp; Went to Girl's Camp for the first time.&amp;nbsp; Learned how to apply makeup and do her hair.&amp;nbsp; She received her patriarchal blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She enters her last year of Junior High (eighth grade); she is popular at school and is very excited about the special activities she gets to participate in this year.&amp;nbsp; We purchased a new backpack and binder for her.&amp;nbsp; She has quite a few clothes that still fit we just need to get her shoes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan started school yesterday at the new Charter High School and had a great time.&amp;nbsp; He is on a block schedule which means he doesn't go to all six classes every day.&amp;nbsp; Each subject is the length of approximately two periods.&amp;nbsp; This means everyother day he is in a particular class.&amp;nbsp; His friend Brandon is also going to the new Charter High School.&amp;nbsp; We hope that they both excel.&amp;nbsp; We are also happy that the new principal is a member of the church.&amp;nbsp; We know Evan is in good hands.&amp;nbsp; Grandma took him shopping for jeans and a couple shirts because he decided to grow this summer.&amp;nbsp; I think he is 5'9" or 5'10".&amp;nbsp; In any event he towers of me (5'3").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a new puppy.&amp;nbsp; We adopted her from a family whose single mom passed away (her husband passed away several years ago).&amp;nbsp; Her name is Precious and she is the sweetest Shih Tzu.&amp;nbsp; It's fun to have a small dog that loves to just sit next to you on the couch or take a nap with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor and I begin taking some classes next week.&amp;nbsp; We are taking classes and will be taking exams to become licensed in Life Insurance and Financial Planning.&amp;nbsp; We will be hanging our lincenses with World Financial Group.&amp;nbsp; We have a couple really good friends who work for them and asked me to consider becoming lincensed because of my banking and insurance back ground (along with my 401(k) and pension knowledge).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor went with me to the first two meetings and decided that he was interested and has committed to taking the classes and training with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will let you know how it goes :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-8860839863770827185?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/8860839863770827185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=8860839863770827185&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/8860839863770827185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/8860839863770827185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/08/firsts.html' title='FIRSTS'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-4168498242257734116</id><published>2010-08-25T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T12:20:30.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A HEART THAT HINDERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;While the world is busy trying to conquer "outer space," we should strive to conquer "inner space."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-4168498242257734116?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/4168498242257734116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=4168498242257734116&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/4168498242257734116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/4168498242257734116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/08/heart-that-hinders.html' title='A HEART THAT HINDERS'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-5347690993280639930</id><published>2010-08-23T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T13:25:12.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE STRUGGLE FOR POWER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"With Daddy it's different.&amp;nbsp; If he holds Margot up as an example, approves of what she does, praises and caresses her, then something gnaws at me inside, because I adore Daddy.&amp;nbsp; He is the one I look up to.&amp;nbsp; I don't love anyone in the world but him.&amp;nbsp; He doesn't notice that he treats Margot differently from me.&amp;nbsp; Now Margot is just the prettiest, sweetest most beautiful girl in the world.&amp;nbsp; But all the same I feel I have some right to be taken seriously too.&amp;nbsp; I have always been the dunce, the ne'er-do-well of the family.&amp;nbsp; I've always had to pay double for my deeds, first with the scolding and then again because of the way my feelings are hurt.&amp;nbsp; Now I'm not satisfied with this apparent favoritism any more.&amp;nbsp; I want something from Daddy that he is not able to give me.... It is only that I long for Daddy's real love:&amp;nbsp; not only as his child, but for me -- Anne, myself."&amp;nbsp; -- Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne wrote with such perception about her family life; expressing her feelings about the balance of power between herself, her sister, Margot, and their father.&amp;nbsp; As I read these words; I reflected on my own feelings; realizing that we all go through this at some point.&amp;nbsp; Each of us desiring the need for acceptance and recognition for our accomplishments.&amp;nbsp; Most of the time we don't feel like we have been awarded for our good deeds or our talents etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some where we have to learn to recognize our own value and worth - not depending on what others think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our true worth and value is prescribed through the scriptures teaching us that we are of a divine nature and have tremendous worth.&amp;nbsp; These values are described in detail with great love from a Heavenly Father who knows each of us individually.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we understand who we are there should never be a struggle for power; recognition or acceptance.&amp;nbsp; We should only feel the peace that is promised to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-5347690993280639930?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/5347690993280639930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=5347690993280639930&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/5347690993280639930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/5347690993280639930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/08/struggle-for-power.html' title='THE STRUGGLE FOR POWER'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-7989293401412638152</id><published>2010-08-19T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T13:16:44.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PERCEPTION</title><content type='html'>I have been doing a lot of reading.&amp;nbsp; As I mentioned in one of my comments to Christopher I read more than one book at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of the books I came across a quote that intreged me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perception... is a learned phenomenon.&amp;nbsp; The world you live in, including the experience of your body, is completely dictated by how you learned to perceive it.&amp;nbsp; If you change your perception, you change the experience of your body and your world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the ideas that followed this quote indicated that we should take the time to rethink some of our past assumptions so that we can begin to perceive a greater leasson or purpose behind all of our achievements, failures, or challenges.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking the time to adopt a positive, curious, conscious, adventuring attitude will make our individual worlds begin to look as we would like them to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can view the world in a positive way and not worry about all the "problems out there".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some thoughts...&amp;nbsp; what do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-7989293401412638152?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/7989293401412638152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=7989293401412638152&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/7989293401412638152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/7989293401412638152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/08/perception.html' title='PERCEPTION'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-4912548252981080848</id><published>2010-08-18T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T12:26:28.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COINCIDENCES AS ANSWERS TO PRAYERS</title><content type='html'>There are various philosophies and theories on coincidence.&amp;nbsp; Are they merely the result of our subconscious minds creating events to fufill wishes, dreams and hopes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they the result of being in a highly expectant state?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they the result of "behind the scenes furniture rearranging" - divine intervention?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some believe that coincidence is beyond reckoning or will, is elegant, enigmatic, and sometimes funny.&amp;nbsp; Coincidence is the mechanism of growth, the &lt;em&gt;how of evolution&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It can mysterisouly open up new opportunities through which we transcend outdated self-limiting ideas, and experience the direct evidence that life is much more than materialistic survival or mere intellectual reliance on faith.&amp;nbsp; Life is spiritually dynamic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been of the mind that there is no such thing as a coincidence.&amp;nbsp; All things happen for a purpose and that it is our job to find the meaning behind each life event no matter how big or small.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also believe that we are set in motion to be the "coincidence" for others.&amp;nbsp; We need to notice when we feel a prompting to talk with someone; or a prompting to do something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-4912548252981080848?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/4912548252981080848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=4912548252981080848&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/4912548252981080848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/4912548252981080848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/08/coincidences-as-answers-to-prayers.html' title='COINCIDENCES AS ANSWERS TO PRAYERS'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-780182142674940867</id><published>2010-08-17T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T13:27:22.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"...for me there is only te traveling on the paths that have a heart, on any path that may have a heart.&amp;nbsp; There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge for me is to traverse its full length... looking, looking, breathlessly."&amp;nbsp; - &lt;strong&gt;CARLOS CASTANEDA&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;The Teachings of Don Juan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-780182142674940867?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/780182142674940867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=780182142674940867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/780182142674940867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/780182142674940867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-9096479176591363014</id><published>2010-08-16T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T13:26:38.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COUNT DOWN</title><content type='html'>Summer is nearly over...&amp;nbsp; The kids start going to school next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan starts at the Charter School on August 25th.&amp;nbsp; Aislyn and Allisa go back to school on August 30th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have school clothes and school supplies to buy.&amp;nbsp; Won't be doing a whole lot of spending - we have to be creative because we are really low on funds :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Gonzales has helped a little.&amp;nbsp; She has taken Allisa shopping and bought her three new outfits.&amp;nbsp; She will be taking Evan to buy him jeans.&amp;nbsp; Aislyn is a little more difficult to buy for so she has opted not to go shopping with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last pay date we purchased new back packs for the kids.&amp;nbsp; We will have to see how the budget is this Friday so that we can get a few supplies and a couple outfits for the kids :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing that we have another school year beginning and the kids are one year older.&amp;nbsp; I still remember when they each started kindergarten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-9096479176591363014?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/9096479176591363014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=9096479176591363014&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/9096479176591363014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/9096479176591363014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/08/count-down.html' title='COUNT DOWN'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-4786764866154714141</id><published>2010-08-12T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T11:50:06.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ACE</title><content type='html'>Evan will be a Sophomore this fall.&amp;nbsp; School begins August 25th for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan has a mind for solving problems; can see how things work and can design original mechanisms.&amp;nbsp; He consistently scores very high on proficency exams; especially in math and science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, his study skills and habits are very poor resulting in low grades at school.&amp;nbsp; Very frustrating when you have an intelligent child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new school opens this fall and Evan is enrolled as a sophomore.&amp;nbsp; The school is located in Camarillo and the principal is a member of the church.&amp;nbsp; The school is called:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACE (Architecture, Construction &amp;amp; Engineering) Charter High School.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met the teachers last week and toured the new facility.&amp;nbsp; It is very nice and the teachers seem really nice.&amp;nbsp; None of the teachers were recruited - they all applied for the positions that they are in and are considered the best in their area of study.&amp;nbsp; The class rooms have a limited number of students in them - keeping the classes smaller than other highschools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan's focus will be in architecture and engineering.&amp;nbsp; He will learn all areas of construction in addition to his focus and required classes (English, Science, Math).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are really excited for this opportunity and know that Evan will do great.&amp;nbsp; Check out their website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.acecharterhigh.org/"&gt;http://www.acecharterhigh.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-4786764866154714141?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/4786764866154714141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=4786764866154714141&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/4786764866154714141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/4786764866154714141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/08/ace.html' title='ACE'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-5829152401258079655</id><published>2010-08-11T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T12:34:19.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AISLYN'S NEXT ADVENTURE</title><content type='html'>This is the first year that Aislyn gets to go to Girl's Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had everything packed on Monday.&amp;nbsp; She went to bed early last night and was up before Victor this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor and Aislyn drove to the Stake Center to meet the rest of the girls at 5:45 a.m.&amp;nbsp; Girl's Camp is in Santa Barbara at Camp Whitney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aislyn is so excited.&amp;nbsp; I am excited for her.&amp;nbsp; I remember Girl's Camp and I always enjoyed it.&amp;nbsp; Because Aislyn knows so many girls in the stake she will be able to easily interact with the other wards.&amp;nbsp; She makes friends easily and values strong, loyal friendships.&amp;nbsp; She has been looking forward to Girl's Camp all summer.&amp;nbsp; The last exciting adventure before school starts August 30th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be her last year in Middle School.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; All the fun and exciting things happen during 8th grade at Mesa Union.&amp;nbsp; I hope to be able to participate in some of her adventures like going to Washington DC in the Spring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-5829152401258079655?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/5829152401258079655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=5829152401258079655&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/5829152401258079655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/5829152401258079655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/08/aislyns-next-adventure.html' title='AISLYN&apos;S NEXT ADVENTURE'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-4925211957136323096</id><published>2010-08-10T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T12:22:05.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAIR RESULTS</title><content type='html'>We still have a few competitions to go before the week is out...&amp;nbsp; I thought I would give you an idea of how the family did so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLUE RIBBONS - 1ST PLACE&lt;br /&gt;RED RIBBONS - 2ND PLACE&lt;br /&gt;WHITE RIBBONS - 3RD PLACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allisa:&amp;nbsp; 7 blue ribbons, 3 red ribbons, 7 white ribbons&lt;br /&gt;Aislyn:&amp;nbsp; 3 blue ribbons, 2 red ribbons, 1 white ribbon&lt;br /&gt;Evan:&amp;nbsp; 2 blue ribbons, 2 white ribbons&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&amp;nbsp; 3 blue ribbons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a variety of entries and received blue, red, white and honourable mentions.&amp;nbsp; Some entries I couldn't find so I will have to wait until the end of the fair :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't find Evan's swedish weaving so we don't know how he did on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have tomatoes to enter; two more flower arrangments and cuttings from the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is the last day of the fair.&amp;nbsp; We always go on the last day.&amp;nbsp; This year we have to watch our time because Aislyn also has her appointment with the Stake Patriarch :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-4925211957136323096?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/4925211957136323096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=4925211957136323096&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/4925211957136323096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/4925211957136323096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/08/fair-results.html' title='FAIR RESULTS'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-1227419259082274558</id><published>2010-08-05T12:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T12:12:03.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MORMON NITE AT DODGER STADIUM</title><content type='html'>I am so excited!&amp;nbsp; In about 5 hours we will be on the freeway to go to the Dodger game this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, we will be sitting in the left field pavillion - the all you can eat side.&amp;nbsp; We are taking the family and a couple of friends.&amp;nbsp; Two other families we know will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love baseball!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-1227419259082274558?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/1227419259082274558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=1227419259082274558&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/1227419259082274558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/1227419259082274558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/08/mormon-nite-at-dodger-stadium.html' title='MORMON NITE AT DODGER STADIUM'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-7940167919569206920</id><published>2010-08-04T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T12:42:23.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AGRICULTURE ENTRIES</title><content type='html'>I really love the fair and I love entering items in the various categories.&amp;nbsp; Yeterday was the first entry date for produce.&amp;nbsp; After work I went home; grabbed my wicker basket; did a beeline for the garden; and began picking produce to enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could enter items in either the Organic Grower category or the Home Gardener category.&amp;nbsp; I always choose the Home Gardener category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered one of the zucchini's in the Longest Zucchini contest.&amp;nbsp; I think there was one that was a fraction longer than mine :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also entered the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Fruit &amp;amp; Pod Vegetable Division I entered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peppers, Chile, extra hot (5)&lt;br /&gt;Peppers, Chile, hot (5) - there is someone who actually eats one of the peppers to check the hotness &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Deciduous Fruits Division I entered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quince (5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Citrus Fruits Division I entered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangerines (5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor was very nice and drove me to the fair grounds; helped me carry the basket and waited patiently for me to complete the entry process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year some of my entries were completely consumed by either judges or observers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any produce left over after the fair that is still in good condition is donated to Food Share.&amp;nbsp; I like that idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I get to enter my tomatoes; eggs and present a harvest basket for judging :)&amp;nbsp; If my strawberries are ripe and can fill a whole pint basket I can enter those too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor said that he would take them in for me since I have to be at work during the entry times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-7940167919569206920?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/7940167919569206920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=7940167919569206920&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/7940167919569206920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/7940167919569206920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/08/agriculture-entries.html' title='AGRICULTURE ENTRIES'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-2920288396982701078</id><published>2010-08-02T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T13:48:20.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AUGUST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;Just a some thoughts of encouragement:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"Your whole&amp;nbsp;life comes alive when you have the courage to follow your dream, to create change and to do what is right over what is easy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second day of August.&amp;nbsp; It is a new day.&amp;nbsp; Let's start fresh and begin again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited because there is so much that I want to accomplish and it can be done if I just set my goals and work at them one step and one day at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-2920288396982701078?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/2920288396982701078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=2920288396982701078&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/2920288396982701078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/2920288396982701078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/08/august.html' title='AUGUST'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-1284552482355571655</id><published>2010-08-01T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T20:12:25.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BAKING! BAKING! BAKING!!!</title><content type='html'>The kids spent Saturday baking for the fair.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allisa had a blast baking!&amp;nbsp; She was up early Saturday morning to get a jump start.&amp;nbsp; She even cleaned the kitchen before she started.&amp;nbsp; She was up at 6:30 this morning to finish up her projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ended up taking the following items to the fair:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pumpkin pie&lt;br /&gt;pecan pie&lt;br /&gt;apple pie&lt;br /&gt;french bread (used yeast for the first time)&lt;br /&gt;lemon&amp;nbsp; squares&lt;br /&gt;chocolate chip cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aislyn tried some new things this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bran muffins (very tasty)&lt;br /&gt;carmel sticky rolls (also used yeast for the first time)&lt;br /&gt;carrot cake&lt;br /&gt;zuchinni bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan tried several new things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemon mirange pie&lt;br /&gt;apple tart&lt;br /&gt;biscotti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex made zuchinni bread again this year along with cherry pie; peach pie and lemon squares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All items were cut and placed on paper plates and covered this morning before we transported them to the fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The volunteers at the fair know are children and are excited every time they see us.&amp;nbsp; As the kids advance in the age groups the volunteers are saddened that they have lost one child to the older age group; but are excited to get the next one.&amp;nbsp; Allisa brought in the rest of her pumpkin pie to share with the volunteers.&amp;nbsp; They really love her pies!&amp;nbsp; She won't be in that age group next year so they asked her to make an extra one for them when she bakes next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fair opens this Wednesday; we will go to the fair grounds on Saturday to drop off my fresh flower arrangements and then we will return.&amp;nbsp; We are able to return to the fair on the days we bring entries without paying because we are stamped when we leave!!! :)&amp;nbsp; Such a deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited for my kids.&amp;nbsp; Their baking skills are exceptionally high for their ages.&amp;nbsp; I will let you know how they do on Saturday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-1284552482355571655?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/1284552482355571655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=1284552482355571655&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/1284552482355571655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/1284552482355571655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/08/baking-baking-baking.html' title='BAKING! BAKING! BAKING!!!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-5562806956557369338</id><published>2010-07-29T11:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T11:57:40.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DARA HELP!</title><content type='html'>Will you please fix my backgrounds on my many blogs :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-5562806956557369338?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/5562806956557369338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=5562806956557369338&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/5562806956557369338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/5562806956557369338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/07/dara-help.html' title='DARA HELP!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-7792830954001770964</id><published>2010-07-28T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T12:56:10.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RECOVERING</title><content type='html'>Well I have had my second doctor's visit...&amp;nbsp; I am still a little sore.&amp;nbsp; Dr. Lundquist has submitted requests for MRI's on my next and back sense I am having numbness on my left side and in my face... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very odd to feel spider webs on your face and there is nothing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to not take any of the meds that were prescribed last week last night before I went to bed.&amp;nbsp; I am not happy with that decision today.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will let you know what they find... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-7792830954001770964?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/7792830954001770964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=7792830954001770964&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/7792830954001770964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/7792830954001770964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/07/recovering.html' title='RECOVERING'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-6127893386556034435</id><published>2010-07-23T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T13:13:45.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOWLING - NOT A GOOD IDEA</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we had a team building activity for work at the local Bowling Ally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the Finance Department Bowling &amp;amp; Pizza Social.&amp;nbsp; It was scheduled from 2:00 p.m. - 5:00 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, bowling is not an activity that I should ever participate in.&amp;nbsp; I had explained to my boss and my co-workers the hazards of me participating and that it would end badly.&amp;nbsp; I, of course, was pursuaded to participate in the team buidling activity (I was assigned to a team)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were given our shoes we were directed to our assigned lanes.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't find a ball that had the right size wholes and that wasn't so heavy that my arm would be yanked out of socket...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First frame, second bowl I tripped over my shoes; tried to catch myself and self correct; my left foot hit the greased up lane and I went down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 frames later I could not lift the bowling ball and I had a bad headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat out the rest of the game.&amp;nbsp; At 4:45 p.m. I walked out of the bowling ally; got in my car; drove across the street to the Urgent Care and requested my normal doctor.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, Dr Lundquist is on vacation this week.&amp;nbsp; He will be back in on Monday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed in and waited for the doctor on call.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30 p.m. I was seen by the doctor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30 p.m. I was dropping off prescriptions at the pharmacy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30 p.m. reclined on the couch with an ice pack on my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:30 p.m. drowsy from taking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Soma&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vicodine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Naproxine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I am currently at lunch and I wish I had stayed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to spend the weekend doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an appointment with my regular doctor on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowling - not a good idea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-6127893386556034435?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/6127893386556034435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=6127893386556034435&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/6127893386556034435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/6127893386556034435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/07/bowling-not-good-idea.html' title='BOWLING - NOT A GOOD IDEA'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-3216516200480908207</id><published>2010-07-20T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T13:53:02.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UTAH HOME - PININGS OF A LONELY HEART</title><content type='html'>In&amp;nbsp;the comments found in my blogs from my siblings there seems to be some desires that I join the clan in Utah!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to move to Utah.&amp;nbsp; I have made both direct and indirect requests of my husband.&amp;nbsp; There is a huge part of me that feels left out or left behind with everyone in Utah.&amp;nbsp; I miss the ability to just run down the stairs to ask mom and dad a question.&amp;nbsp; I miss the family game nights with my crazy brother and sisters.&amp;nbsp; I miss sharing experiences with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I have expressed my desire to be near family, Victor reminds me of the weather and then I am happy to stay in California.&amp;nbsp; However, it doesn't change the fact that I am so far away from family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When David and Debbie were living in California and they were living in the same ward boundries we spent a lot of time together.&amp;nbsp; I got to know Debbie a little better and I grew very fond of my niece and nephews.&amp;nbsp; I have always felt close to David and felt privledged that he enjoyed spending time with me and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jennifer and Andy were living in California we would drive to Beaumont and visit them or they would come to Oxnard and spend time with us.&amp;nbsp; It was nice because our kids are close in age and the cousins became very close and enjoy spending time with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my suggestion is that the UTAH peeps move to California.&amp;nbsp; There are houses in our neighborhood for sale.&amp;nbsp; We could all live in the same neighborhood; even on the same street.&amp;nbsp; We could have street parties and quarterly family dinners.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-3216516200480908207?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/3216516200480908207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=3216516200480908207&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/3216516200480908207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/3216516200480908207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/07/utah-home-pinings-of-lonely-heart.html' title='UTAH HOME - PININGS OF A LONELY HEART'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-8350507776985212340</id><published>2010-07-19T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T14:03:02.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHANGE A NECESSITY - STEPS TO PERFECTION</title><content type='html'>After church we were taking one of the members home.&amp;nbsp; She mentioned her concern about the ward boundry changes which will be announced next Sunday and then asked:&amp;nbsp; "Do you think this will be a good change."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reply:&amp;nbsp; "When there are changes that are approved by the First Presidency of the Church it is always a good change."&amp;nbsp; I am actually looking forward to the changes.&amp;nbsp; We may or may not be in the same ward we are in now.&amp;nbsp; I am quite certain that many of the members that we attend church with now will not be in the same ward as us.&amp;nbsp; There is a degree of sadness; yet I know that the friendships I have made will continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was speaking with another friend during Primary and asked her why she and her family had decided to move.&amp;nbsp; She then explained to me a set of circumstances and I understood the necessity to move.&amp;nbsp; Again, I was saddened by this change; yet I know that their choice to move is a good one and I am happy for her and her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past year has been riddled with events that have changed how I do things and how I see the world.&amp;nbsp; My priorities have shifted (again) and I have come to some truths that I had not yet understood.&amp;nbsp; I have never been fearful of change.&amp;nbsp; I have often embraced it.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I even become excited for change and anticipate the wonderful things that are about to happen.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see change as an opportunity for improvement.&amp;nbsp; And in looking at it that way I understand that change is a necessity.&amp;nbsp; We are here to improve and become better than we were.&amp;nbsp; These steps along the path of perfection are mile stones in our lives and will ultimately lead us to a state of perfection.&amp;nbsp; And that is, after all, the purpose of this life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-8350507776985212340?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/8350507776985212340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=8350507776985212340&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/8350507776985212340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/8350507776985212340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/07/change-necessity-steps-to-perfection.html' title='CHANGE A NECESSITY - STEPS TO PERFECTION'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-72438736806027293</id><published>2010-07-15T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T11:59:40.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A FEW ITEMS READY</title><content type='html'>I finished an afghan last night :)&amp;nbsp; I washed it and dried it... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is clean; neatly done and smells great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also be entering the costume I made forAislyn and a skirt that I finished last week.&amp;nbsp; I have a few more afghans that I will be able to finish and some quilting projects and a few other sewing projects.&amp;nbsp; I think I might be able to finish the two swedish weaving projects that I started last year... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan has two wood crafts he just stained last week.&amp;nbsp; He will probably devote his entries for the fair to baking :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allisa has pumped out a few more projects and then decided to play video games... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting excited!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-72438736806027293?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/72438736806027293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=72438736806027293&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/72438736806027293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/72438736806027293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/07/few-items-ready.html' title='A FEW ITEMS READY'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-8118209792871892142</id><published>2010-07-14T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T12:59:28.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE FAIR IS COMING! THE FAIR IS COMING!</title><content type='html'>"The Fair is Coming! The Fair is Coming!"&amp;nbsp; I scream as I am running frantically through the house trying to find all of the spiffy things that the children and I have created over the past year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&amp;nbsp; I guess we weren't as busy with projects...&amp;nbsp; It seams that I have a box full of crafts that I saved for lazy days and forgot to give them to my children...&amp;nbsp; "Here Allisa!&amp;nbsp; This is all the stuff I bought for you so that you could make spiff things for the fair.&amp;nbsp; Start with the small stuff and work your way up to the big projects.&amp;nbsp; Don't rush through them.&amp;nbsp; Go slowly so that they look really nice..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allisa just smiles at me and says okay.&amp;nbsp; Later,&amp;nbsp; "Mom, I still have that quilt kit you bought for me three Christmas's ago.&amp;nbsp; Can I work on that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I haven't shown you how to sew yet... work on the small stuff and work your way up to the big projects..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was sitting on the couch last night working on the last rounds of an afghan Evan comes in and sits down to watch TV:&amp;nbsp; "Why aren't you working on stuff for the fair?"&amp;nbsp; Evan shruggs his shoulders.&amp;nbsp; "There are a few craft kits in the corner over by the piano, why don't you check those out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan turns to take a look.&amp;nbsp; He picks up each box and examines.&amp;nbsp; I can see the wheels churning.&amp;nbsp; He sets them back down and says that he would rather do some swedish weaving...&amp;nbsp; He starts going through my box of tricks and pulls out several swedish weaving projects:&amp;nbsp; "Mom can I do these?"&amp;nbsp; "Those are mine... I was going to work on those for the fair.&amp;nbsp; I don't think you can do them in two weeks any way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turns back to watch TV.&amp;nbsp; 15 minutes later he picks up one of the kits again and smiles.&amp;nbsp; Inside I'm thinking:&amp;nbsp; "I don't want him to do my project.&amp;nbsp; I bought it for me!!!!"&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New day:&amp;nbsp; "I should probably let him do the swedish weaving.&amp;nbsp; He has all day and will probably get it done before the week is out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Wednesday and I officially have 11 days to wrap up unfinished projects and to whip out some others.&amp;nbsp; I was going to attempt to print some photos that I have taken over the past year.&amp;nbsp; Some are really good.&amp;nbsp; The only problem is that it costs money to have the photos developed and mounted on the correct materials so that the officiators will take them for judging...&amp;nbsp; We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also was planning on finishing a couple writing pieces...&amp;nbsp; Every time I turn on the lap top I end up playing games - blasted FACEBOOK!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-8118209792871892142?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/8118209792871892142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=8118209792871892142&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/8118209792871892142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/8118209792871892142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/07/fair-is-coming-fair-is-coming.html' title='THE FAIR IS COMING! THE FAIR IS COMING!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-7322835490489127748</id><published>2010-07-13T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T12:41:13.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TIRED AND SORE</title><content type='html'>As some of you know, Victor hasn't worked since the middle of June.&amp;nbsp; As a result he has become a little soft... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and his friend, John, have been looking for work.&amp;nbsp; They found out about a huge patio (concrete) job and offered an estimate last week.&amp;nbsp; The homeowner accepted their bid and the work began yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working overtime and will be for the next couple weeks while one of my co-workers is visiting family in Japan.&amp;nbsp; I arrived home around 5:30 p.m. and noticed that Victor was not home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Evan if dad had been home and he stated that he had come home around 3:00 or 3:30 to pick up some stakes and left again.&amp;nbsp; I figured Victor would be gone for a little while longer since it is light outside for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 6:30 Victor comes through the front door; not as quickly as usual.&amp;nbsp; I could barely lift his foot to pass over the threshold and then he walked&amp;nbsp;very slowly across the living room.&amp;nbsp; I thought:&amp;nbsp; "This can't be good.&amp;nbsp; How is he going to work tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor took care of a few things; came to the kitchen and told me that he was going to take a shower and take a vicodine.&amp;nbsp; I told him that he should have a piece of bread before he takes the medicine so that he doesn't get sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left to run an errand; when I returned he was in the shower.&amp;nbsp; He came out 10 minutes later and said he didn't feel good.&amp;nbsp; I asked him what he ate.&amp;nbsp; He said that he had some breakfast potatoes in a tortilla.&amp;nbsp; I was not happy:&amp;nbsp; "I told you to eat a piece of bread!&amp;nbsp; Are you trying to make yourself sick?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He frowned and then returned to the bedroom.&amp;nbsp; I checked on him about 15 minutes later and he was already asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 hours later at as I was walking out the door Victor was finally waking up to get ready to go back to work.&amp;nbsp; We will have to see how he does today :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-7322835490489127748?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/7322835490489127748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=7322835490489127748&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/7322835490489127748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/7322835490489127748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/07/tired-and-sore.html' title='TIRED AND SORE'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-3626700425218456149</id><published>2010-07-12T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T12:43:31.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPENDING TIME WITH ALLISA</title><content type='html'>With Aislyn in Utah and the boys at the Los Angeles Temple; Allisa was the only child at home on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor and I had some errands to run in the morning.&amp;nbsp; While we were gone Allisa was given the assignment to straighten the kitchen and to clean her room.&amp;nbsp; Both fairly simple tasks since they have been mostly clean during the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Victor and I returned home from the errands Allisa was busy folding laundry and helping Elliott with his car... :)&amp;nbsp; Allisa likes to be helpful and tries to find things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I knew Allisa would have her chores done I had already planned to take her to the movies to see the Karate Kid with Jaden Smith and Jackie Chan.&amp;nbsp; We went to the Regal Theatre in Santa Paula.&amp;nbsp; I know, a little bit of a drive.&amp;nbsp; The local theatres weren't showing it any more due to Twilight - Eclipse being such a big hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie we walked over to the Dollar Tree (we were waiting for Victor to come and pick us up).&amp;nbsp; I bought 6 frames; a poster; and a pair of flip flops for Allisa.&amp;nbsp; We raced home and quickly changed our clothes and raced out the door again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Allisa to Euphoria Nail and Spa to treat her to a manicure and pedicure while I had my nails filled and had a pedicure.&amp;nbsp; We were there for an hour and a half.&amp;nbsp; I don't spend a lot of one on one time with Allisa (or any of the kids). I had no idea that she could talk non-stop for 90 minutes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of our day; Allisa had beautiful nails and a beautiful smile.&amp;nbsp; I'm glad I was able to spend some time with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-3626700425218456149?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/3626700425218456149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=3626700425218456149&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/3626700425218456149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/3626700425218456149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/07/spending-time-with-allisa.html' title='SPENDING TIME WITH ALLISA'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-2818089748880353904</id><published>2010-07-01T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T12:32:06.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INDEPENDENT</title><content type='html'>"Celebrate all that you have done to become independent and strong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the month of July we think about and observe the independence of the United States.&amp;nbsp; There are celebrations of every kind from church pancake breakfasts to evening fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a mother, I think about a different kind of independence.&amp;nbsp; The independence of youth growing up... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just the independence of my children; I think about the independence from my children.&amp;nbsp; It's kind of painful. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan was gone at Youth Conference and then Scout Camp for 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aislyn left yesterday to spend three weeks in Utah with her Aunts and Uncles and Cousins.&amp;nbsp; I was so anxious about her leaving that I asked her at least a dozen times about various items that should have packed.&amp;nbsp; I needed to make sure that she had enough clothes; hygiene and money before she left.&amp;nbsp; I made sure that her purse was stocked and that her phone had family phone numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allisa is spending Thursdays each week helping out one of the sisters in a ward tend to a small baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leaves me alone in the house with Victor (a foreshadowing of being empty nesters)... I don't know what I think about that yet... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-2818089748880353904?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/2818089748880353904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=2818089748880353904&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/2818089748880353904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/2818089748880353904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/07/independent.html' title='INDEPENDENT'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-6364399752953171035</id><published>2010-06-28T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T13:34:56.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BOYZ ARE BACK IN TOWN</title><content type='html'>Victor and the boys were home Saturday evening after 10 days of play!&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a great time and many spiritual experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They especially had fun on their last day with their "CAMELOT" game.&amp;nbsp; It is similar to the boffer weapons that David, Victor and the boys used to play with.&amp;nbsp; (I wasn't allowed to play - I was too mean)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, I had visions of them participating in sword fights, etc. dressed in the knightly attire with long locks of wavy hair and intense expressions - determined to "change their stars"&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute - I think that was from "A Knights Tale"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they got home the unloaded their gear and I had them sort their dirty clothes into the pockets in the garage.&amp;nbsp; All the laundry is done, except for the last load.&amp;nbsp; Only accomplished because I was able to get the house and the rest of the laundry done two days earlier :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan and Alex were surprised with new bedroom furniture and a clean room with all the clothes put away neatly in the brand new dressers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dogs and horses were really excited to see Victor (all were staring into the house until he came out).&amp;nbsp; It was actually pretty funny watching the dogs surround Victor; giving him kisses and howling their hellos.&amp;nbsp; The horses were also very happy to see Victor.&amp;nbsp; Sampson is pretty moody and kind of gave Victor the cold shoulder - but eventually warmed up to him.&amp;nbsp; Spice and Sierra just kept on talking away as Victor talked to them and caressed their necks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor and the boys are going to spend the day working in the yard today.&amp;nbsp; We'll see how much gets done before I get home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to have a very quiet house while they were gone.&amp;nbsp; It's even better that they are back :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-6364399752953171035?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/6364399752953171035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=6364399752953171035&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/6364399752953171035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/6364399752953171035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/06/boyz-are-back-in-town.html' title='THE BOYZ ARE BACK IN TOWN'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-4711586458397845101</id><published>2010-06-24T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T12:20:39.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG THUNDER MOUNTAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUBwYK4DSYk/TCOvwbIZW_I/AAAAAAAAAXc/d3EpitY84XQ/s1600/Evan.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUBwYK4DSYk/TCOvwbIZW_I/AAAAAAAAAXc/d3EpitY84XQ/s320/Evan.bmp" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor and the boys have been in Southern Utah since Saturday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Oxnard First Ward and the Oxnard Third Ward are participating in Scout Camp at Big Thunder Mountain.&amp;nbsp; Victor is the Scout Leader over the older boys and has joined them this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scouts stayed in St George until Monday morning.&amp;nbsp; They spent some time visiting some historical church sites; attended church; and had a devotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They left for Big Thunder Mountain on Monday and have been seeking adventure for the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan and Alex have already been playing on the ZIP Lines.&amp;nbsp; Went horse back riding yesterday.&amp;nbsp; Today they are on their 26 mile hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor has been participating with them the whole time.&amp;nbsp; I guess we will see how fit the boys are... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUBwYK4DSYk/TCOvzF3jW-I/AAAAAAAAAXk/2YVhVuX0cKE/s1600/Alex.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/4711586458397845101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/06/big-thunder-mountain.html' title='BIG THUNDER MOUNTAIN'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUBwYK4DSYk/TCOvwbIZW_I/AAAAAAAAAXc/d3EpitY84XQ/s72-c/Evan.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-593443678081634255</id><published>2010-06-15T12:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T12:18:23.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BATTLE FOR THE MIND</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;The mind is the battlefield where our war with Satan is either won or lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-593443678081634255?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/593443678081634255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=593443678081634255&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/593443678081634255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/593443678081634255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/06/battle-for-mind.html' title='THE BATTLE FOR THE MIND'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-3327695235454972227</id><published>2010-06-13T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T19:06:53.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FATHERS</title><content type='html'>In Primary we have been teaching the children a couple songs to be sung on Father's Day.&amp;nbsp; The first song, Daddy's Homecoming, is one of my favorite songs.&amp;nbsp; When I hear the children sing the song I see my own children running to great Victor when he returns home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of funny!&amp;nbsp; My children learned this behavior from me.&amp;nbsp; When the kids were really little I would run outside and down the driveway to greet Victor.&amp;nbsp; I would wrap my arms around his neck and plant kisses all over his face.&amp;nbsp; The kids learned quickly.&amp;nbsp; To this day they all run out to greet their father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning while reading the scriptures I came across a verse that struck home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I said: Yea, thou knowest that I believe all the words of my father.&amp;nbsp; "1 Nephi 10:5)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fortunate to grow up in a family where the gospel was taught.&amp;nbsp; I never doubted those things that were spoken by my father.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Nephi wanted to know more about what his father taught him; I have prayed about those things that were taught by my father.&amp;nbsp; My testimony of the Savior and the Gospel have grown because of the principles that were taught when I was young.&amp;nbsp; As an adult; a mother and a wife I have prayed for guidance and have continued to seek the advise of a wise father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fathers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Dawn Ballantyne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The father of our home leads our family&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;With wisdom's light in all that's right;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My father's good to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fathers are so special with a very special love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;They watch us and protect us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;They guide us and direct us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back&amp;nbsp;to our home above."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember your father's this coming Sunday.&amp;nbsp; Reflect upon those things that they taught you.&amp;nbsp; Express your appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fathers have a wonderful Father's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-3327695235454972227?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/3327695235454972227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=3327695235454972227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/3327695235454972227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/3327695235454972227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/06/fathers.html' title='FATHERS'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-4530289294853656229</id><published>2010-06-08T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T13:43:33.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CARDS ON GONZALES RANCH</title><content type='html'>Well, the house has been extremely quiet for the past couple days and we already want Dara and Jeremy to come and visit again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;I year and a half ago, the Cards came to visit the ranch and experienced the joys of home grown pigs.&amp;nbsp; Dara was certain that we set them loose in the yard to kill her.&amp;nbsp; Actually, pigs are very funny and love people.&amp;nbsp; They only run after you if you run away.&amp;nbsp; They think you are playing with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;This visit they took their revenge and ate "Summer".&amp;nbsp; We made spagetti and the sauce was made with sausage from last year's pig. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;We love having guests so that we can cook.&amp;nbsp; We love cooking for other people.&amp;nbsp; We especially love cooking for family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;I took three and a half days off from work so that I could spend time with the Cards.&amp;nbsp; We visited the beach and played in the water at Leo Carillo.&amp;nbsp; We saw urchins, a seal, pelicans, seagulls, storks, dolphins, crabs and other sea creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;We went to the movies several times and watched the following movies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to&amp;nbsp;Train a Dragon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Letters to Juliet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Iron Man II&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Robinhood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Prince of Persia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;We ate a lot and spent a lot of time together.&amp;nbsp; We really enjoyed having Dara and Jeremy and their kids.&amp;nbsp; We loved watching Lily and playing with Lily.&amp;nbsp; What a happy baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would love to have the rest of the&amp;nbsp;family come to visit.&amp;nbsp; Just let us know when you would like to come!&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-4530289294853656229?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/4530289294853656229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=4530289294853656229&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/4530289294853656229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/4530289294853656229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/06/cards-on-gonzales-ranch.html' title='CARDS ON GONZALES RANCH'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-8221559964469963034</id><published>2010-06-03T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T12:31:05.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUNE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"THE FINANCIAL SEEDS YOU HAVE PLANTED AND NURTURED WITH CARE IN TIME WILL GROW INTO GARDENS THAT CAN FEED YOU AND YOUR FAMILY FOREVER."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-8221559964469963034?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/8221559964469963034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=8221559964469963034&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/8221559964469963034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/8221559964469963034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/06/june.html' title='JUNE'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-632671523426212448</id><published>2010-05-24T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T14:15:30.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEPRIVED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Hey!&amp;nbsp; What happed to all you faithful bloggers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I like to spend my lunch time reading the "news" from my family.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Lately, there hasn't been anything to read and then I get really sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Today I read Mom's, Emily's and Dara's newest blogs.&amp;nbsp; Thanks for sharing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;The reset of you need to get your act together.&amp;nbsp; I need to be entertained during my 30 minute lunch break!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-632671523426212448?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/632671523426212448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=632671523426212448&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/632671523426212448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/632671523426212448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/05/deprived.html' title='DEPRIVED'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-1706504985710044221</id><published>2010-05-21T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T21:02:13.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SEIZE THE DAY!</title><content type='html'>The best year of our lives is made up of a succession of best days.&amp;nbsp; But most of us will forget today by the time tomorrow comes.&amp;nbsp; For a day to have enough impact that we'll actually remember it in a year's time, we must consciously intend to make it memorable.&amp;nbsp; We have to travel outside our normal comfort zones and purposefully create an emotional charge that's trong enough to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What activity could you plan for one day this week that would be so special that you'll remember it for the rest of your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Assignment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick one day this week when your schedule allows for some unstructured time.&amp;nbsp; Now ask yourself, "If I were going to seize this day and live it with such passion that I'm sure to remember it in a year's time what would I do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some ideas to get your imagination rolling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You could fill your best friend's house with flowers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You could surprise someone you love with a home-cooked meal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You could find out about a household project that a friend or family member has been putting off and organize a work party to get it done.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Think creatively, and do something that will leave a lasting impression in the hearts of all who participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seize the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-1706504985710044221?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/1706504985710044221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=1706504985710044221&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/1706504985710044221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/1706504985710044221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/05/seize-day.html' title='SEIZE THE DAY!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-6037560255706010242</id><published>2010-05-13T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T18:02:23.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FALLEN EMBERS</title><content type='html'>Once, as my heart remembers,&lt;br /&gt;all the stars were fallen embers.&lt;br /&gt;Once, when night seemed forever&lt;br /&gt;I was with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, in the care of morning,&lt;br /&gt;in the air was all belonging.&lt;br /&gt;Once, when that day was dawning,&lt;br /&gt;I was with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far we are from morning,&lt;br /&gt;how far we are.&lt;br /&gt;And the stars shining through the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;falling in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, as the night was leaving,&lt;br /&gt;into us our dreams were weaving.&lt;br /&gt;Once, all dreams were worth keeping,&lt;br /&gt;I was with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, when our hearts were singing,&lt;br /&gt;I was with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Enya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-6037560255706010242?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/6037560255706010242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=6037560255706010242&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/6037560255706010242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/6037560255706010242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/05/fallen-embers.html' title='FALLEN EMBERS'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-7224842580947944967</id><published>2010-05-10T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T13:00:05.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOTHER'S DAY</title><content type='html'>I had a nice relaxing Mother's Day.&amp;nbsp; Actually I had a nice relaxing Mother's Day weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned my room Friday evening; did some laundry; worked on my computer and then watched several episodes of Legend of the Seeker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning we all slept in.&amp;nbsp; Victor and I were the first ones away; yet we stayed in bed and turned the television on to watch more episodes of the Seeker (season 2).&amp;nbsp; The kids joined us later.&amp;nbsp; We ended up spending the whole day in the room watching the Seeker.&amp;nbsp; At about 4 p.m. Victor decided we needed to get up and go get food.&amp;nbsp; We went to In-n-Out and returned with the food and ate burgers and fries while we continued to watch the Seeker in the room.&amp;nbsp; Around 9:30 p.m. I crashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning I slept in a little; got ready for church and got the kids up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice Sacrament Meeting.&amp;nbsp; The primary kids sang Love is Spoken Hear and then the Activity Girls sang another song with me and Sirena Calvert.&amp;nbsp; The name of the song eludes me :)&amp;nbsp; The first line of the song is:&amp;nbsp; Mother, tell me the stories that I love to hear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left church I had already received a leie; a chocolate bar and tulips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home I received flowers from Victor; a card from Allisa with a poem; a cake and flowers from Devlyn and a potted plant from Victor's sister.&amp;nbsp; Victor made dinner with Aislyn and my nephew Rojelio.&amp;nbsp; They made tri-tip; potato salad; garlic bread; a lettuce salad and cut up strawberries (my favorite).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a nap; read my book and watched the last few episodes of the Seeker and watched reruns of Eureka (new season starting in a couple months).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day to all you Mothers.&amp;nbsp; I hope it was wonderful for you too!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-7224842580947944967?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/7224842580947944967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=7224842580947944967&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/7224842580947944967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/7224842580947944967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day.html' title='MOTHER&apos;S DAY'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-7161017786588867865</id><published>2010-05-07T12:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T12:26:51.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Our mind gives us a thousand ways to say no.&amp;nbsp; There is only one way to say yes and this is inspired by the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-7161017786588867865?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/7161017786588867865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=7161017786588867865&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/7161017786588867865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/7161017786588867865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/05/our-mind-gives-us-thousand-ways-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-6016775722869214830</id><published>2010-05-04T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T07:35:46.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAKE YOUR OWN ADVICE</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"One of the most exciting things I've discovered as a result of lecturing and leading workshops all over the country is that we're always teaching others what we most need to learn.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes we tell other people what they need to do as a way of reminding ourselves of what we need to do.&amp;nbsp; For example, I often hear myself reminding people in my audiences about the importance of taking time off to care for themselves - advice I could definitely benefit from taking!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Debbie Ford - "The Best Year of Your Life"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working through her "The Best Year of Your Life" kit.&amp;nbsp; She has some pretty insightful advice and I have found it useful; releasing and powerful.&amp;nbsp; This week's assignment is to Take Your Own Advice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next week, observe the advice you give to other people.&amp;nbsp; What do you suggest that those around you do to better their lives?&amp;nbsp; Do you encourage them to speak out?&amp;nbsp; To set stronger boundaries?&amp;nbsp; To be less concerned with what others think?&amp;nbsp; This week, as you give advice to others, notice if you could benefit from a little dose of your own medicine, and take whatever steps or actions you've recommended for them.&amp;nbsp; If you don't normally give advice to others, think about someone you'd like to give advice to.&amp;nbsp; What would you like to say?&amp;nbsp; now seeif this advice applies to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give yourself 50 points every tme you take your own advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a mother, we give advice all the time to our children.&amp;nbsp; As a sister we give advice to our siblings.&amp;nbsp; As a wife we give advice to our husbands.&amp;nbsp; As a friend we give advice to our friends.&amp;nbsp; Often what we observe in others is also a blind observance of ourselves.&amp;nbsp; Are we truly in a place to give advice?&amp;nbsp; Do we do those things that we think others should be doing?&amp;nbsp; I think about this a lot.&amp;nbsp; Especially when it comes to my children.&amp;nbsp; Do they see me doing those things that I counsel them to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-6016775722869214830?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/6016775722869214830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=6016775722869214830&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/6016775722869214830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/6016775722869214830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/05/take-your-own-advice.html' title='TAKE YOUR OWN ADVICE'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-2287850409474429445</id><published>2010-05-03T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T12:45:14.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PICTURES COMING SOON</title><content type='html'>Sorry about the delay in sharing the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pictures of the garden and the spring blossoms as well as the pictures of the dress :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor pulled the card out for me and it is resting on the dresser patiently for me to finally load onto the computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-2287850409474429445?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/2287850409474429445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=2287850409474429445&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/2287850409474429445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/2287850409474429445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/05/pictures-coming-soon.html' title='PICTURES COMING SOON'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-5246343339349887167</id><published>2010-04-29T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T12:23:26.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE DRESS - REPRISE</title><content type='html'>Well, the blouse is done.&amp;nbsp; The inner skirt is done.&amp;nbsp; The bodice is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one night to finish sewing the out skirt.&amp;nbsp; The open seam in the front is done.&amp;nbsp; The zipper and the back seam are done.&amp;nbsp; I need to sew the front to the back.&amp;nbsp; Gather the waist.&amp;nbsp; Sew on the waistband.&amp;nbsp; Hem the skirt.&amp;nbsp; And then, I can sew on the gold braid that runs down the front of the open seam and along the hem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found the workmanship has been a little shoddy as I have rushed.&amp;nbsp; I don't have finished seams on the blouse or the skirts.&amp;nbsp; The only piece that has finished seams and lining is the bodice (and it is the most beautiful part of the ensemble).&amp;nbsp; I guess this is one of the hazzards of waiting until the last minute to finish a project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, Aislyn is getting a really good deal here.&amp;nbsp; Poor Evan had to wear an unfinished shirt for his banquet.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't bring myself to hem it and finish the embellishments.&amp;nbsp; I hated his shirt!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It has been two years and he still asks me if I am going to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T THINK SO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-5246343339349887167?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/5246343339349887167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=5246343339349887167&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/5246343339349887167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/5246343339349887167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/04/dress-reprise.html' title='THE DRESS - REPRISE'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-3458645011177334668</id><published>2010-04-27T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T13:41:31.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE DRESS</title><content type='html'>Today is Tuesday, April 27th and Aislyn's Banquet is this Friday, April 30th.&lt;br /&gt;All the pieces are cut out for the peasant blouse and the skirt. I have three evenings to sew and fit the blouse, the skirt and bodice for Aislyn to wear to the Banquet. I am a little stressed out!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually respond one of two ways to stress generating projects:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;1) I buckle down and work hard and the project gets done in the nick of time. This usually results in me being happy and quite pleased with myself. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: x-large;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;2) I completely shut down. This reaction is instinctual and I often have to fight the urge to quit. I would rather walk away than endure the torture of pressure to complete something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aislyn has been reminding me sweetly that the banquet is coming up and wants to make sure that I have enough time to finish the dress. I have assured her that it will be done before Thursday evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tonight; tomorrow night and Thursday evening will be devoted to finishing the dress. I'm cringing... I would rather buy her a dress; except that I have no money. All the fabric I am using was given to me by various individuals... so, I must finish the dress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-3458645011177334668?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/3458645011177334668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=3458645011177334668&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/3458645011177334668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/3458645011177334668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-is-tuesday-april-27th-and-aislyns.html' title='THE DRESS'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-7864027260369648186</id><published>2010-04-26T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:18:07.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GARDENING</title><content type='html'>I was out in the garden again on Saturday.&amp;nbsp; I planted some more vegetables on the Gonzales side of the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beans&lt;br /&gt;peas&lt;br /&gt;cucumbers&lt;br /&gt;tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;watermelon&lt;br /&gt;yellow squash&lt;br /&gt;yellow zucchini&lt;br /&gt;strawberries&lt;br /&gt;corn&lt;br /&gt;habeneros&lt;br /&gt;seranos&lt;br /&gt;jalepenos&lt;br /&gt;celery&lt;br /&gt;red onions&lt;br /&gt;chives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the new seedlings were planted in the ground I covered each plant with a two liter bottle (bottom cut out and lid removed).&amp;nbsp; This is to protect them from the naughty squirl that keeps eating my plants and the added bonus of little miniture greenhouses to help my plants grow quickly.&amp;nbsp; Of course, I will have to remove the bottles when the plants become overly crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a little sun and some sore muscles.&amp;nbsp; I am very happy with the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming Saturday the activity day girls will be working on their side of the garden.&amp;nbsp; Allisa has been dutiful about watering the gardens and the plants are thriving :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-7864027260369648186?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/7864027260369648186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=7864027260369648186&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/7864027260369648186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/7864027260369648186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/04/gardening.html' title='GARDENING'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-3996279759314538668</id><published>2010-04-23T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T12:59:18.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER FAST APPROACHING</title><content type='html'>In less than two months my children will be released from school for summer break.&amp;nbsp; This years seems to have gone by a little to quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only realized how close the end of the school year was when my daughter, Aislyn, hands me the notification about the DC trip the 8th Graders will be taking next spring.&amp;nbsp; I was stunned that we were already talking about next years activities.&amp;nbsp; Holy Cow!&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it occured to me that my youngest will no longer be in elementary and that she will begin Junior High in the Fall.&amp;nbsp; Aislyn will be in her final year of Junior High and will be scheduled to graduate in June 2011.&amp;nbsp; Evan will be a sophomore.&amp;nbsp; What happened to all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The countdown to the last one turning 18 seems to be happening a little too quickly.&amp;nbsp; Not long after I am certain that we will be planning weddings for our children.&amp;nbsp; This is just crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find a way to slow down time so that it doesn't escape from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-3996279759314538668?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/3996279759314538668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=3996279759314538668&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/3996279759314538668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/3996279759314538668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/04/summer-fast-approaching.html' title='SUMMER FAST APPROACHING'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-1927252756469218335</id><published>2010-04-20T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T12:20:35.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POLAND</title><content type='html'>Well, we had our country drawing Saturday morning as Victor and the boys made breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent, being the oldest drew the country from the jar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are studying and researching POLAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will share what we have learned as often as my children pass on the information they have researched themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else want to be a part of this excursion?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-1927252756469218335?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/1927252756469218335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=1927252756469218335&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/1927252756469218335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/1927252756469218335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/04/poland.html' title='POLAND'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-8522881161706588911</id><published>2010-04-17T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T09:24:22.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOK FOR WHAT'S RIGHT</title><content type='html'>Most of us are trained to scan for what's wrong in any given relationship or situation.&amp;nbsp; We're experts at describing what isn't right about our bodies, our jobs, our parents, our relationships, our teachers, our children, our government, and our bank accounts.&amp;nbsp; But one thing we can be guarenteed of is this:&amp;nbsp; When we look for what's wrong in any given situation,&amp;nbsp; we'll find it.&amp;nbsp; And then our experience will be one of disappointment and discontent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By making the conscious choice to look for what's right, we invite life to shower us with all its many gifts.&amp;nbsp; Looking for what's right opens our hearts and allows us to live in a state of gratitude for all that we have.&amp;nbsp; Suddenly we're able to see the good in every situation and person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your assignment this week is to practice the art of looking for what's right and to notice that when you do, you feel strong, worthy, and grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASSIGNMENT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about someone in your life who irritates you, annoys you, or with whom you don't see eye to eye.&amp;nbsp; This week, spend at least ten minutes writing down everything that's right about this person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a commitment for the next week to think about what's good and what works about this person.&amp;nbsp; Notice the difference in how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVE YOURSELF POINTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give yourself 50 points every time you shift your focus from what's wrong to what's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL YOUR POINTS EACH WEEK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Log your point somewhere like a journal or notebook.&amp;nbsp; When you have accumulated 1,000 points, you must reward yourself with something that you've been wanting:&amp;nbsp; a new outfit, a massage, a night out with friends, or simply a Sunday morning to stay in bed and do nothing.&amp;nbsp; Choose a reward that makes you fell like the amazing person that you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-8522881161706588911?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/8522881161706588911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=8522881161706588911&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/8522881161706588911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/8522881161706588911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/04/look-for-whats-right.html' title='LOOK FOR WHAT&apos;S RIGHT'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-6167492361381413261</id><published>2010-04-14T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T12:18:47.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WISH LIST OF TRAVEL DESTINATIONS</title><content type='html'>The other day I was browsing the internet and I came across the World's Cheapest Distinations.&amp;nbsp; I spent my lunch time reading about each of the locations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading about each place I wrote each location on a piece of paper and folded them into little squares.&amp;nbsp; The idea is to draw one out of a jar.&amp;nbsp; Learn as much as I possibly can about that place (travel there in my mind).&amp;nbsp; Then make plans to actually take a trip to these places.&amp;nbsp; Here is my list of future travel destinations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDIA&lt;br /&gt;LAOS&lt;br /&gt;HONDURAS&lt;br /&gt;INDONESIA&lt;br /&gt;NEPAL&lt;br /&gt;POLAND&lt;br /&gt;MOROCCO&lt;br /&gt;MEXICO&lt;br /&gt;ECUADOR&lt;br /&gt;BULGARIA&lt;br /&gt;ARGENTINA&lt;br /&gt;ICELAND&lt;br /&gt;EGYPT&lt;br /&gt;VENEZUELA&lt;br /&gt;LAS VEGAS (been there - done that) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would you like to go?&amp;nbsp; Maybe you can come too. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-6167492361381413261?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/6167492361381413261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=6167492361381413261&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/6167492361381413261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/6167492361381413261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/04/wish-list-of-travel-destinations.html' title='WISH LIST OF TRAVEL DESTINATIONS'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-3925410871858322931</id><published>2010-04-09T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T12:30:12.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GEOGRAPHY OF A WOMAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUBwYK4DSYk/S79-IVrMP-I/AAAAAAAAAWU/fYRXRw5h2J4/s1600/africa2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUBwYK4DSYk/S79-IVrMP-I/AAAAAAAAAWU/fYRXRw5h2J4/s320/africa2.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUBwYK4DSYk/S79-KOFyIPI/AAAAAAAAAWc/PHLcxVbFCxU/s1600/africa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUBwYK4DSYk/S79-KOFyIPI/AAAAAAAAAWc/PHLcxVbFCxU/s320/africa.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Between 18 and 22, a woman is like Africa . Half discovered, half wild, fertile and naturally Beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Between 23 and 30, a woman is like Europe .Well developed and open to trade, especially for someone of real value. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUBwYK4DSYk/S79-OH6ngII/AAAAAAAAAWs/BeSB-ToUAOM/s1600/europe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUBwYK4DSYk/S79-OH6ngII/AAAAAAAAAWs/BeSB-ToUAOM/s320/europe.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUBwYK4DSYk/S79-TjTxTmI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ztR8SoV0Ylg/s1600/greece.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUBwYK4DSYk/S79-TjTxTmI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ztR8SoV0Ylg/s320/greece.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUBwYK4DSYk/S79-Y4ydxeI/AAAAAAAAAXM/LP4O_6Hz5lI/s1600/spain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUBwYK4DSYk/S79-Y4ydxeI/AAAAAAAAAXM/LP4O_6Hz5lI/s320/spain.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Between 31 and 35, a woman is like Spain , very hot, relaxed and convinced of her own beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Between 36 and 40, a woman is like Greece , gently aging but still a warm and desirable place to visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Between 41 and 50, a woman is like Great Britain, with a glorious and all conquering past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUBwYK4DSYk/S79-RLu21gI/AAAAAAAAAW0/RWyxKQjujDg/s1600/great+britain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUBwYK4DSYk/S79-RLu21gI/AAAAAAAAAW0/RWyxKQjujDg/s320/great+britain.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUBwYK4DSYk/S79-MIXe22I/AAAAAAAAAWk/0ekBQzbBSgI/s1600/canada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUBwYK4DSYk/S79-MIXe22I/AAAAAAAAAWk/0ekBQzbBSgI/s320/canada.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUBwYK4DSYk/S79-WDw8SFI/AAAAAAAAAXE/sYDUSOu0Vkc/s1600/israel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUBwYK4DSYk/S79-WDw8SFI/AAAAAAAAAXE/sYDUSOu0Vkc/s320/israel.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Between 51 and 60, a woman is like Israel, has been through war, doesn't make the same mistakes twice, takes care of business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Between 61 and 70, a woman is like Canada, self-preserving, but open to meeting new people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;After 70, she becomes Tibet .. Wildly beautiful, with a mysterious past and the wisdom of the ages. An adventurous spirit and a thirst for spiritual knowledge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUBwYK4DSYk/S79-bOjfExI/AAAAAAAAAXU/KVLHkJt9VYM/s1600/tibet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUBwYK4DSYk/S79-bOjfExI/AAAAAAAAAXU/KVLHkJt9VYM/s320/tibet.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; 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I can straighten my room and fold laundry while watching a movie or a television show (usually Disney).&lt;br /&gt;2)&amp;nbsp; I can watch something other than what the kids are watching in the living room when they are permitted to watch television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downside:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&amp;nbsp; Victor loves to watch television right before he is ready to go to sleep.&amp;nbsp; The problem is that I go to be about an hour before he does.&amp;nbsp; Since he likes to be with me while watching television he has started to watch television in the room until he is ready for bed.&amp;nbsp; I have not had good sleep for about a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We switched from Time Warner to Dish for a couple reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&amp;nbsp; Time Warner was getting a little expensive and didn't offer the variety that we desired in television viewing.&amp;nbsp; Dish offered more for the same dollar amount.&lt;br /&gt;2)&amp;nbsp; Since Time Warner had purchased the cable company we used to have we no longer could watch conference at home (unless we watched it at the computers on the internet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blessing received from switching to Dish wasn't only the cost it was the opportunity to watch conference again at home.&amp;nbsp; I love conference and this past weekend I was deeply touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Curse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much garbage on television and it is so easy to get trapped into watching a movie that you hadn't intended on watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the case.&amp;nbsp; I ended up watching two movies that I wish I hadn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&amp;nbsp; Roller ball - violent (unrealistic) - story line interesting and it ended violently&lt;br /&gt;2)&amp;nbsp; Lonely Harts - John Travolta and Selma Hyak - a couple of my favorite actors.&amp;nbsp; The movie was distubingly violent and extremely realistic.&amp;nbsp; I told Victor I didn't want to to watch it because it bothered me...&amp;nbsp; He was engrosed and watched it to the end (1 1/2 hours after my bed time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I closed my eyes I just kept replaying parts from the second movie in my mind and did not sleep well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is interesting that mom mentioned the talks given my President Monson and Elder Ballard and for some reason that counsel escaped my attention.&amp;nbsp; I have to listen to and read their addresses again and then share them with Victor so that last nights experience isn't repeated&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-7394750837769688804?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/7394750837769688804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=7394750837769688804&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/7394750837769688804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/7394750837769688804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/04/blessing-and-curse.html' title='BLESSING AND A CURSE'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-7800187843501303340</id><published>2010-04-02T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T12:22:30.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>APRIL FOOL'S DAY</title><content type='html'>This past April Fool's is the most fun I have had!&amp;nbsp; It take a lot of thought and planning for me to come up with a good prank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's blog was my attempt at getting a few folks out there... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fooled 5 people at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle:&amp;nbsp; "Are you kidding me?"&amp;nbsp; She looked terrified.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't tell if it was fear for me or if it was the amount of work that would be piled on her desk when I went out on maternity leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorine:&amp;nbsp; "Oh know!&amp;nbsp; All that weight you have lost..."&amp;nbsp; She looked very sad.&amp;nbsp; We have been working on the look great lose weight together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miwako:&amp;nbsp; Nothing came out of her mouth.&amp;nbsp; Eyes and mouth wide open...&amp;nbsp; she then says:&amp;nbsp; "I was imagining you with a big belly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janet:&amp;nbsp; Turned white as ghost and looked like she was ready to cry "Really?&amp;nbsp; Oh no..."&amp;nbsp; When I told her it was joke "You made my heart race.&amp;nbsp; I don't think I am going recover from this.&amp;nbsp; I can't even concentrate on my work now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paco:&amp;nbsp; "Really?!?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too funny!&amp;nbsp; I laughed all afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-7800187843501303340?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/7800187843501303340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=7800187843501303340&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/7800187843501303340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/7800187843501303340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-fools-day.html' title='APRIL FOOL&apos;S DAY'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-2839484684057104407</id><published>2010-04-01T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T12:28:51.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UH-OH! (othewise untitled)</title><content type='html'>I didn't put a title on this blog...&amp;nbsp; I couldn't think of an appropriate title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way...&amp;nbsp; I have been really tired and haven't been feeling well.&amp;nbsp; I sat down with the doctor a&amp;nbsp;week or so ago&amp;nbsp;and he ordered up some blood work - thinking that I was anemic... :)&amp;nbsp; That would explain why I'm so tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results came back and I was stunned into silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhhhhhhmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor and I have had our future all planned out knowing that we would be entering our 50's with all our children grown.&amp;nbsp; Well, the blood panel revealed that I get to spend the next 18-19 years working on growing another child into adult hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what my kids are going to say when we tell them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-2839484684057104407?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/2839484684057104407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=2839484684057104407&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/2839484684057104407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/2839484684057104407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/04/uh-oh-othewise-untitled.html' title='UH-OH! (othewise untitled)'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330708949488760152.post-3917379439302384421</id><published>2010-03-31T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T13:07:22.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY PLATE IS FULL!!!</title><content type='html'>I have so much to do I just want to scream!&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a whole house to clean before Easter Sunday.&amp;nbsp; We are having guests for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an Easter Maze to create in the front yard.&amp;nbsp; Before I do that I have to make sure the front yard has been beautified and the Easter stuff has been pulled down from the attic.&amp;nbsp; All the garden art needs to be pulled from their artistic spots and assembled in the front yard to be integrated into the maze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to finish all of my accounting spreadsheets to finalize the&amp;nbsp;taxes so that we can get our CPA to finish the returns and we can get money$$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the renaissance costume to finish - I cut out the peasant blouse last night and started cutting out the underskirt and the outskirt pieces - trying to keep the pattern pieces away from the new puppy, Juels (australian sheppard).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some more planting to do.&amp;nbsp; I have lots of bulbs that I have dried that need to be put back in the soil and I need to replace some of the plants for the service garden because the naughty squirl family came out in the evening and ate the leaves off the cucumber plants!!! AHAHAAHAHAH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tons of laundry to do and not enough detergent - oh I guess I need to go shopping this weekend too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I sit here long enough I can think of more things that need to happen!&amp;nbsp; Oh My Goodness!!!&amp;nbsp; What to do!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will take a vacation.&amp;nbsp; I am exhausted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330708949488760152-3917379439302384421?l=rebagoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/3917379439302384421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330708949488760152&amp;postID=3917379439302384421&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/3917379439302384421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330708949488760152/posts/default/3917379439302384421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebagoasis.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-plate-is-full.html' title='MY PLATE IS FULL!!!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13352076151500202420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsSVAuOboNw/Tyrxq33Wc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Fu1Wx43pgYo/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
