<?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-2558980638895028107</id><updated>2011-07-29T02:52:41.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day My Life My Journey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2558980638895028107/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580331391804201723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SUXSQssDF8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mpP45HyLi3w/S220/star_of_life.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558980638895028107.post-668667551658232832</id><published>2009-09-28T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T12:46:36.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well I Did It.....................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SsEPrwddq-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/nhVi5pzgZyo/s1600-h/shoe+print.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386603873729096674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 66px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SsEPrwddq-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/nhVi5pzgZyo/s320/shoe+print.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well another 5K is in the book!!!! I have never (and still don't) consider myself a runner and here I have actually completed 2!!! There is a third one planed for next month in good ole Cache Valley Utah, so I am hoping that my schedule will allow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is so true when they say....'one step at a time.' When I started this process a mile seemed so out of reach and now.................well a mile is 'almost' easy. Will I ever become a runner? I don't know, but I am certainly enjoying the journey. And in the end that is what truly matters. I don't have to win. I just have to complete. And in so many ways .... 'just endure to the end." As I write this I am reminded of the quote, "I never said it would be easy.....I only said it would be worth it." Running isn't easy but it is worth it. Infertility isn't easy, but the lessons learned (and still learning) are by all means worth it. By no means is my '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;infertility&lt;/span&gt;' journey over and I sense that in a lot of ways it never will be, however I think it is how we handle the journey that really matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2558980638895028107-668667551658232832?l=mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/668667551658232832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-i-did-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2558980638895028107/posts/default/668667551658232832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2558980638895028107/posts/default/668667551658232832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-i-did-it.html' title='Well I Did It.....................'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580331391804201723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SUXSQssDF8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mpP45HyLi3w/S220/star_of_life.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SsEPrwddq-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/nhVi5pzgZyo/s72-c/shoe+print.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558980638895028107.post-2216732920103042365</id><published>2009-09-10T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T16:52:48.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Update......</title><content type='html'>Sorry that I haven't blogged in ages!!!!!! To make this short and sweet the testing process didn't go well.  We were both extremely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; at that fact, however we are planning on re-testing in November/December of this year.  We both strongly feel that it is time to move on. &lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;committed&lt;/span&gt; to do a 5K!!!  Which I actually completed in August!!!!  I will be doing my second on on Saturday in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pocatello&lt;/span&gt; Idaho!!!!  I have never considered myself a runner and I am finding that I am truly enjoying it.  It is my hope that by this time next year I will be up to running a 10K!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2558980638895028107-2216732920103042365?l=mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2216732920103042365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/09/short-update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2558980638895028107/posts/default/2216732920103042365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2558980638895028107/posts/default/2216732920103042365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/09/short-update.html' title='Short Update......'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580331391804201723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SUXSQssDF8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mpP45HyLi3w/S220/star_of_life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558980638895028107.post-2512119078809495447</id><published>2009-05-15T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:38:04.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Outlook.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/Sg3SQTveL6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/h0DbSRNN9Rk/s1600-h/burdens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336152311123029922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/Sg3SQTveL6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/h0DbSRNN9Rk/s200/burdens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Infertility has been my cross for far too long! I don't know what happened and I am not exactly sure how to explain it, but its done! I don't feel the burden like before and the pain doesn't feel as sharp! Perhaps I have finally (after so many years) have learned to except it. Or perhaps I have gotten over the angry bitterness that I have allowed to run rampant. I think in part its a decision that has been made.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past year or so I have felt a very strong urge to go back to school! However, with where we live currently that isn't an option. We have been looking at different areas, different agencies (my dear husband is in law enforcement) and different colleges. Well to make a long story short my husband has been invited to test with an agency!!! We will go down next week and Scott will do the PT test, Integrity Interview, Polygraph, and a report writing test. Please keep him in your thoughts and more importantly your prayers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we are lucky and blessed enough to receive a job offer (finger and toes are crossed).....I will wait a year (in-state residency) and start back to school! It is my hope to become an R.N. For what ever reason we haven't been blessed with children so instead of mourning my loss and inability why not make that my strength and help as many children as I possibly can. I might not be able to have one but why not help a thousand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2558980638895028107-2512119078809495447?l=mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2512119078809495447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/changing-outlook.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2558980638895028107/posts/default/2512119078809495447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2558980638895028107/posts/default/2512119078809495447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/changing-outlook.html' title='Changing Outlook.....'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580331391804201723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SUXSQssDF8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mpP45HyLi3w/S220/star_of_life.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/Sg3SQTveL6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/h0DbSRNN9Rk/s72-c/burdens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558980638895028107.post-8627419524262005770</id><published>2009-04-20T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T13:43:51.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorado</title><content type='html'>Losing a dear friend isn't easy. Knowing that he isn't suffering and that he is with a loving Heavenly Father gets all of us through the hard times. As is the wonderful memories that goes with a life well lived. Losing Bill wasn't easy, seeing my father break down was extremely difficult, re-connecting with old friends was wonderful. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I can learn anything from my dad and Bill it is that of friendship. Miles and years can distance individuals, however, true bonds can and do last a lifetime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My wonderful husband wasn't able to come for the first trip. However, he was able to come with me for the services and it allowed us to see some of the beautiful sites around Fruita and Grand Junction Colorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SezbDtetsAI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4RnEcojHtw8/s1600-h/The+Monument.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326873316066963458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SezbDtetsAI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4RnEcojHtw8/s200/The+Monument.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SezbVyr523I/AAAAAAAAAFM/8FtLJGN6trE/s1600-h/Independence+Rock.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326873626702109554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SezbVyr523I/AAAAAAAAAFM/8FtLJGN6trE/s200/Independence+Rock.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These pictures were taken in Colorado's National Monument. The one above is just a view taken from the visitor center. The picture on the right is Independence Rock. Needless to say it was adding to our case of extreme Spring Fever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; lastly, here is a picture of me. Now you can put a face behind this blog!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326875239643861778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SezczrXL0xI/AAAAAAAAAFU/S4tsAIhyEqY/s320/me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SezbVyr523I/AAAAAAAAAFM/8FtLJGN6trE/s1600-h/Independence+Rock.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2558980638895028107-8627419524262005770?l=mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8627419524262005770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/colorado.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2558980638895028107/posts/default/8627419524262005770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2558980638895028107/posts/default/8627419524262005770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/colorado.html' title='Colorado'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580331391804201723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SUXSQssDF8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mpP45HyLi3w/S220/star_of_life.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SezbDtetsAI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4RnEcojHtw8/s72-c/The+Monument.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558980638895028107.post-21092028493253576</id><published>2009-04-13T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:38:55.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy....Hectic...Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SePniDZQKVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GmDa0f-irSg/s1600-h/toadily-insane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324353756694849874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SePniDZQKVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GmDa0f-irSg/s320/toadily-insane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am sorry that I haven't posted.  It has been &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRAZY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; around here.  Two trips in less then a week to beautiful Grand Junction/Fruita Colorado.  It was extremely sad as my family and I lost a dear dear friend.  However, it was good as I got to see some very dear friends that I haven't seen in many years.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't have whole lot of time as I am leaving to go across the state to Gillette, Wyoming.  It will be a 10 hour road to attend a EMS trauma conference.  I am looking forward to the conference &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I hate being away from the love of my life!  He is my best friend and I am not whole when I am not with him.&lt;/span&gt;&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/2558980638895028107-21092028493253576?l=mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/21092028493253576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/crazyhecticmonth.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2558980638895028107/posts/default/21092028493253576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2558980638895028107/posts/default/21092028493253576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/crazyhecticmonth.html' title='Crazy....Hectic...Month'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580331391804201723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SUXSQssDF8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mpP45HyLi3w/S220/star_of_life.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SePniDZQKVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GmDa0f-irSg/s72-c/toadily-insane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558980638895028107.post-4173783004120982056</id><published>2009-03-12T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:02:48.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fixer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SblkdmJnDLI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rXZ1BAV_Rgs/s1600-h/star_of_life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312387695080049842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SblkdmJnDLI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rXZ1BAV_Rgs/s200/star_of_life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mere nature I am a fixer. By occupation that is what I do, or at least attempt to do. I like to fix what is broken. In many ways it is like a carpenter who can draw out plans and build a beautiful home or piece of furniture. In another, like a baker who can take recipe (or create their own) and make a delicious creme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;brulee&lt;/span&gt; or crepe. I can take my scene and add things up and help my patient the best possible way I can. &lt;strong&gt;I am a fixer&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I absolutely loath &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; being able to fix things. My infertility for starters, can't fix it. It is what it is, but I don't know why and I simply can't make it go away. It tears me up not be able to fix what is wrong with me. I can't put a band-aid on it and make it all better. In my own opinion I believe it is made worse because it is perceived as something else......&lt;em&gt;'oh, they don't want kids'&lt;/em&gt; ............&lt;em&gt;'they are putting their career first'&lt;/em&gt;..............or &lt;em&gt;'they are waiting till they can afford it&lt;/em&gt;'. Then of course brings the ultimate, &lt;em&gt;'why don't you &lt;strong&gt;JUST&lt;/strong&gt; adopt.'&lt;/em&gt; As if it where &lt;strong&gt;JUST&lt;/strong&gt; that easy! There is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; much involved for both infertility treatment and adoption.....the physical and emotional roller coaster and then the financial which can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;affect&lt;/span&gt; the physical and the emotional. Hence the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;roller coaster&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312387343354779794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SblkJH3xWJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/c96EBLjP5Y8/s200/51MYfm-k8KL__SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it going to be worth all the heartache and the pain? My heart says yes, my mind says I certainly hope so. I cannot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;foresee&lt;/span&gt; the future. The only other question is...&lt;strong&gt;Can I Fix It?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312393600660141826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/Sblp1WJn9wI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kXxs2YaeKko/s200/question_mark_3d.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2558980638895028107-4173783004120982056?l=mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4173783004120982056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/03/fixer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2558980638895028107/posts/default/4173783004120982056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2558980638895028107/posts/default/4173783004120982056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/03/fixer.html' title='A Fixer'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580331391804201723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SUXSQssDF8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mpP45HyLi3w/S220/star_of_life.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SblkdmJnDLI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rXZ1BAV_Rgs/s72-c/star_of_life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558980638895028107.post-7384688361025499435</id><published>2009-03-06T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:48:07.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Year Wedding Anniversary</title><content type='html'>On February 26, 2009 my wonderful husband and I celebrated our 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; wedding Anniversary! We unfortunately didn't have a whole lot of time or money but we wanted it to be special and memorable. Indeed it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first night as a couple was spent at a B&amp;amp;B in St. George Utah (we were married in the St.George &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt; Temple --&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;photo below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SbHBfe2FSdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0QZSMmcC7yE/s1600-h/st-george-temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310238182246533586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SbHBfe2FSdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0QZSMmcC7yE/s200/st-george-temple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be fitting to spend our 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; anniversary at a B&amp;amp;B. Well, we not only found a wonderful Bed &amp;amp; Breakfast but one that has a very unique and special concept.............it is also a wolf sanctuary. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOWLER'S INN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.howlersinn.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.howlersinn.com/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ) in beautiful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bozeman&lt;/span&gt;, Montana. It was absolutely fantastic! We cannot say enough about them and we highly recommend them. Chris and Mary-Martha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bahn&lt;/span&gt; where excellent hosts and the breakfasts....................where scrumptious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SbHM7KmtqbI/AAAAAAAAADM/M1BOeaDL5d8/s1600-h/DSCN1387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310250752477604274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SbHM7KmtqbI/AAAAAAAAADM/M1BOeaDL5d8/s320/DSCN1387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wolves; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;my simple words can not due these majestic animals justice. As much as you stand and watch these animals they in turn are watching you. You can't help but feel they see &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;who &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;what &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;you are. Hearing the serenade of their howls truly touches the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SbHWnu7qF4I/AAAAAAAAADU/Ad3p0Zc9FbY/s1600-h/DSCN1393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310261413748021122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SbHWnu7qF4I/AAAAAAAAADU/Ad3p0Zc9FbY/s320/DSCN1393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our stay at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Howler's Inn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was truly memorable and we are so glad we found it. What a great find it was! The highlight of course was getting to pet &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Camanche&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He is the wolf pictured directly below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SbHYXIOsoNI/AAAAAAAAADc/OJhacgPu6G4/s1600-h/DSCN1402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310263327504244946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SbHYXIOsoNI/AAAAAAAAADc/OJhacgPu6G4/s320/DSCN1402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And of course getting licked by him too! Scott and I have always had a special respect for these       magnificent animals, that has only grown deeper due to our stay at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Howler's.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310268092031175970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SbHcsdecDSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HSMfPGLVsWc/s200/DSCN1384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; course there was celebration as we marked our wedding&lt;br /&gt;anniversary in the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;western room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at Howler's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SbHaNFRY3AI/AAAAAAAAADs/mTzjYODt_Ww/s1600-h/DSCN1383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310265353934789634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SbHaNFRY3AI/AAAAAAAAADs/mTzjYODt_Ww/s200/DSCN1383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture to the left is a small carrot cake (like our wedding cake) and sparkling cider!&lt;br /&gt;We not only had a wonderful time but it was surely a memorable one as well. And who knows what good omens the wolves might bring us in the years to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2558980638895028107-7384688361025499435?l=mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7384688361025499435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/03/10-year-wedding-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2558980638895028107/posts/default/7384688361025499435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2558980638895028107/posts/default/7384688361025499435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/03/10-year-wedding-anniversary.html' title='10 Year Wedding Anniversary'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580331391804201723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SUXSQssDF8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mpP45HyLi3w/S220/star_of_life.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SbHBfe2FSdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0QZSMmcC7yE/s72-c/st-george-temple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558980638895028107.post-1712668243009666798</id><published>2009-02-22T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T12:56:23.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Taking Chance"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SaGuKafxwvI/AAAAAAAAACs/8k3Q3M2DeEM/s1600-h/american+flag.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305713329953686258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SaGuKafxwvI/AAAAAAAAACs/8k3Q3M2DeEM/s200/american+flag.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am getting ready to send off letters to my adopted soldiers &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soldiersangels.org/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.soldiersangels.org&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;yet I find myself overcome with emotions. When I came into work this morning there was an article with numerous copies throughout the facility. The article was entitled "&lt;em&gt;Taking Chance" &lt;/em&gt;and it was about the ultimate sacrifice of one young Marine and his journey home. My simple words cannot do this young man or any of our fallen heroes justice. The war and the chaos that it reaps seems worlds away yet knowing this young man was from Wyoming brought the war home. It is my fervent belief that our country is not only safer but in so many ways better because of the deeds of our military. Our simple mundane tasks of daily life are possible because of the countless sacrifice of so many. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SaGwq7GtpcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/F4lXEcii9fA/s1600-h/prayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305716087485998530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SaGwq7GtpcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/F4lXEcii9fA/s200/prayer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray that all that in our service be protected from harm that all might return safely home. I also pray that we don't forget their sacrifice as we are truly indebted to them for all time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Semper Fi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John 15:13 &lt;/strong&gt;"Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mosiah 2:17&lt;/strong&gt; "...when ye are in the service of your fellow beings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ye are only in the service of your God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;**If you would like to learn more about LCPL. Chance Phelps please visit &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chancephelps.org/chance.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.chancephelps.org/chance.html&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2558980638895028107-1712668243009666798?l=mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1712668243009666798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-getting-ready-to-send-off-letters.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2558980638895028107/posts/default/1712668243009666798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2558980638895028107/posts/default/1712668243009666798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-getting-ready-to-send-off-letters.html' title='&quot;Taking Chance&quot;'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580331391804201723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SUXSQssDF8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mpP45HyLi3w/S220/star_of_life.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SaGuKafxwvI/AAAAAAAAACs/8k3Q3M2DeEM/s72-c/american+flag.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558980638895028107.post-699885058201597367</id><published>2009-02-19T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:14:08.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SZ5BpN0Ww8I/AAAAAAAAACM/j7_n-4QZmeo/s1600-h/a+great+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304749587428721602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SZ5BpN0Ww8I/AAAAAAAAACM/j7_n-4QZmeo/s320/a+great+day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; that is EXACTLY what I did! Scott and I had to drive out of town today and everything was just perfect. Living in such a rural area you have to travel to get to the nearest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Mart, Target, Sam's Club, and pretty much any other chain store one can think of. Traveling that distance, which for me, is more then an hour and fifteen minutes allows for some deep conversation at times. Today was one of those days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; will not come as a surprise to those reading this that I had basically lost hope of having a family. I had started to gear my thinking that it was just going to be "just" the two of us. I was starting to except that I would never hear the words "Mommy I Love You". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SZ5Fh0UYBYI/AAAAAAAAACk/N7rQKB6fBqg/s1600-h/glimmer+of+hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304753858371126658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SZ5Fh0UYBYI/AAAAAAAAACk/N7rQKB6fBqg/s320/glimmer+of+hope.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, I got a&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;glimmer of hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we spoke openly and candidly about adoption. Adoption has always held a dear place in my heart as my wonderful little brother is adopted. He is not only my brother but he is also one of my dearest and closest friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had started the adoption process many years ago with a particular agency. I had no idea of the emotional roller coaster that just the paper work could and did cause. There was other reasons in which I will not go into detail. Suffice it to say we have not pursued it since. Right or wrong.....we simply cannot go back and change that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The good news is; that door is being reopened and that hope is starting to come back! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SZ5EWMShk5I/AAAAAAAAACU/FlE-i-2dIrM/s1600-h/glimmer+of+hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2558980638895028107-699885058201597367?l=mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/699885058201597367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/02/great-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2558980638895028107/posts/default/699885058201597367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2558980638895028107/posts/default/699885058201597367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/02/great-day.html' title='A Great Day'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580331391804201723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SUXSQssDF8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mpP45HyLi3w/S220/star_of_life.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SZ5BpN0Ww8I/AAAAAAAAACM/j7_n-4QZmeo/s72-c/a+great+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558980638895028107.post-1740209703613855216</id><published>2009-02-16T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T14:28:18.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Some Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I get over whelmed with life I find that the best thing for me is to get outside. This weekend I did exactly that. I grabbed my snow shoes and headed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303518137457135714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SZnhpZL5UGI/AAAAAAAAABc/CpQjXxGrbwE/s320/my+snow+shoes.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am blessed to live in a beautiful area. An area where it doesn't take me long to get away from people and civilization. In just a few short minutes I was parked near Strawberry and started my short trek through the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SZnin-L4DxI/AAAAAAAAABk/whPlQAdDEVI/s1600-h/strawberry+creek.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303519212541054738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SZnin-L4DxI/AAAAAAAAABk/whPlQAdDEVI/s320/strawberry+creek.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303519588379051346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SZni92SoxVI/AAAAAAAAABs/dSvIP5hSQ8I/s320/snow+shoeing10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't take the hurt away but being surrounded by the beauty and the quiet everything at least for the moment seems okay. That everything has its place. Even the hurt and the emptiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303524784917351058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SZnnsU56ipI/AAAAAAAAACE/BrmzqKEyy08/s400/snow+shoeing7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't help but think of the poem "&lt;em&gt;Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening"&lt;/em&gt; by Robert Frost.  Here is just a part of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The woods are lovely, dark and deep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I have promises to keep,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And miles to go before I sleep,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And miles to go before I sleep. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303523401069714898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SZnmbxq7XdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MNIzAdo1DSs/s400/snow+shoeing5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2558980638895028107-1740209703613855216?l=mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1740209703613855216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/02/finding-some-peace.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2558980638895028107/posts/default/1740209703613855216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2558980638895028107/posts/default/1740209703613855216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/02/finding-some-peace.html' title='Finding Some Peace'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580331391804201723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SUXSQssDF8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mpP45HyLi3w/S220/star_of_life.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SZnhpZL5UGI/AAAAAAAAABc/CpQjXxGrbwE/s72-c/my+snow+shoes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558980638895028107.post-2883565385045990917</id><published>2009-02-14T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T14:56:02.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY???</title><content type='html'>In our extended family we are not the only ones who have struggled with infertility. My dear husband’s brother and his wife have struggled with it for their entire marriage as well. We all deal with our trials and burdens differently and I would have to admit that they have bared theirs much better then we have ours. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I have no idea. They did however start their marriage knowing that infertility would be an issue. Scott, my dear husband, and I still don’t know what is the cause of ours. We have been given the diagnosis of unexplained infertility. This basically means that the specialists, reproductive endocrinologists simply don’t know &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The other day while Scott was at work his brother called and told him that they had been placed! In adoption terminology that means that a birth mother had picked them and is due this April. We are in every way so very happy for them! Their hopes and their dreams are coming true and I am truly happy for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the floodgate opened. I simply couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. As much as my heart was filled with joy for them it was also engulfed with hurt and sadness. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why? Why? Why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; can’t the hurt just go away? If it is meant to be just the two of us then &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;does this hurt so much? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; can’t I just be happy for them and forget the emptiness that I feel? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Why? Why? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I do not have the answers, I just have the questions.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2558980638895028107-2883565385045990917?l=mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2883565385045990917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/02/why.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2558980638895028107/posts/default/2883565385045990917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2558980638895028107/posts/default/2883565385045990917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/02/why.html' title='WHY???'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580331391804201723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SUXSQssDF8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mpP45HyLi3w/S220/star_of_life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558980638895028107.post-1397252943923226251</id><published>2009-02-09T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:00:02.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Adopted Soldiers</title><content type='html'>For the past several months I have belonged to an organization called Soldier's Angels (&lt;a href="http://www.soldiersangels.org/"&gt;www.soldiersangels.org&lt;/a&gt;).  It is a charity organization that sends cards and care packages to our much deserving military.  I honestly didn't know how much joy I would receive by participating.  I also do not expect any replies as I know our military down time is limited and that they have family who need to be kept up to date. &lt;br /&gt;Today, however, I got a pleasant surprise in my mail.  It was a letter from a group of Marines that I had sent a care package to.  I was informed that this group was in need of some support and I gladly accepted.  Marines hold a special place in my heart so I was happy and eager to help.  I also tend to get teary eyed and sappy and it was no different as I read their letter.  These young men belong to the EOD Section (the USMC Bomb Squad).  They basically take apart the roadside bombs when they are found!  I would like to share a part of the letter..........&lt;br /&gt;"I can tell you that we have made a difference out here, regardless of what the media says.  The Iraqi's have taken back their country and our country is much safer because of that.  We enjoy what we do and are very proud to be a part of such a great nation...."&lt;br /&gt;All I can add is that it is an honor and a privilege to serve these great young men.  May the good Lord bless them and keep them all safe from harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semper Fi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2558980638895028107-1397252943923226251?l=mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1397252943923226251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-adopted-soldiers.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2558980638895028107/posts/default/1397252943923226251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2558980638895028107/posts/default/1397252943923226251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-adopted-soldiers.html' title='My Adopted Soldiers'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580331391804201723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SUXSQssDF8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mpP45HyLi3w/S220/star_of_life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558980638895028107.post-8664083015733297661</id><published>2009-02-04T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:01:21.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Voice</title><content type='html'>I commute a fair distance to work and having all that time on my hands allows me time to think.  Last night was one of those times.  I used to sing a lot.  I took voice lessons in college, I was in theatre, and I was always in a choir.  Music played such an important part in my life and as I was driving it occurred to me that it has been over 10 years since I sang a solo.  (Not that I am any good by any means)  It was then that I realized that I have lost “my voice”.  I didn’t just stop singing; I lost my reason to sing.  As I look back it is also when I started to struggle with my testimony.   I came to the conclusion that in many ways my “voice” is tied to my testimony.  I can recall singing hymns and other gospel music and the joy that literally “swelled my heart”.    I still sing in church, but to be perfectly honest something from within is missing.  Please do not misunderstand I know without a doubt that the gospel is upon the earth and that we do have a living Prophet who guides and directs us.  My struggle is where I fit in.  Where is my place?  Do I even have a place?  Because I am not a mother will I ever have a place?  My struggle with infertility has left a gaping hole in my heart.  I used to know that there would come a day that I would hold and softly sing to my precious little one.  I believed that my voice could be my child’s source of comfort.  Those and so many more gave me reason to sing.  As I lost those reasons somewhere along the way I allowed myself to get lost.  Fortunately, for me I have a wonderful man at my side that loves and cares for me beyond measure.  He is my compass.  He is my anchor!  He still hears “my voice” when I cannot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2558980638895028107-8664083015733297661?l=mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8664083015733297661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-voice.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2558980638895028107/posts/default/8664083015733297661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2558980638895028107/posts/default/8664083015733297661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-voice.html' title='My Voice'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580331391804201723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SUXSQssDF8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mpP45HyLi3w/S220/star_of_life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558980638895028107.post-1609385574842980707</id><published>2009-02-02T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T00:51:26.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting started....again</title><content type='html'>Due to personal reasons I deleted my last blog....I am in the process of recreating it.  Bare with me as I try to get this back up and running. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2558980638895028107-1609385574842980707?l=mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1609385574842980707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/02/getting-startedagain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2558980638895028107/posts/default/1609385574842980707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2558980638895028107/posts/default/1609385574842980707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydaymylifemyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/02/getting-startedagain.html' title='getting started....again'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580331391804201723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k6SrnvGDxbM/SUXSQssDF8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mpP45HyLi3w/S220/star_of_life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
