<?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-2390502845252447874</id><updated>2011-07-30T09:32:08.048-07:00</updated><category term='home'/><category term='La Yen'/><category term='nature'/><category term='dalene'/><category term='words'/><category term='Mrs. O'/><category term='tender mercies'/><title type='text'>Gratitude 101</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390502845252447874/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13414972890937798371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G3lY6wCwyNk/SNJHG74yf1I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/2q2vzKEKFVc/S220/Rowley_Head1_BW+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390502845252447874.post-5898424030412483963</id><published>2009-01-25T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T13:11:44.618-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mrs. O'/><title type='text'>People</title><content type='html'>1. Terry&lt;br /&gt;2. George&lt;br /&gt;3. Stace&lt;br /&gt;4. Syd&lt;br /&gt;5. Kell&lt;br /&gt;6. Chad&lt;br /&gt;7. Kenna&lt;br /&gt;8. Tyler&lt;br /&gt;9. Spielberg&lt;br /&gt;10. Michelle&lt;br /&gt;11. Nicole&lt;br /&gt;12. Ellie&lt;br /&gt;13. M~&lt;br /&gt;14. K~&lt;br /&gt;15. I~&lt;br /&gt;16. G~&lt;br /&gt;17. A~&lt;br /&gt;18. K~&lt;br /&gt;19. M~&lt;br /&gt;20. J~&lt;br /&gt;21. G~&lt;br /&gt;22. J~&lt;br /&gt;23. and the little one due in April&lt;br /&gt;24. M~&lt;br /&gt;25. V~&lt;br /&gt;26. and the little one due in September&lt;br /&gt;27. S~&lt;br /&gt;28. J~&lt;br /&gt;29. and the little one due in September&lt;br /&gt;30. u. T~&lt;br /&gt;31.  a. N~&lt;br /&gt;32. u. S~&lt;br /&gt;33. a. B~&lt;br /&gt;34. u. R~&lt;br /&gt;35. a. K~&lt;br /&gt;36. u. D~&lt;br /&gt;37. a. L~&lt;br /&gt;38. u. S~&lt;br /&gt;39. a. M~&lt;br /&gt;40. u. H~&lt;br /&gt;41. a. S~&lt;br /&gt;42. u. A~&lt;br /&gt;43. a. W~&lt;br /&gt;44. u. T~&lt;br /&gt;45. a. J~&lt;br /&gt;46. Ben&lt;br /&gt;47. Ryan&lt;br /&gt;48. Ross&lt;br /&gt;49. Kristen&lt;br /&gt;50. Noreen&lt;br /&gt;51. Steve&lt;br /&gt;52. Bree&lt;br /&gt;53. Z~&lt;br /&gt;54. b.&lt;br /&gt;55. D~&lt;br /&gt;56. Wendy J.&lt;br /&gt;57. Wendy C.&lt;br /&gt;58. Wendi O.&lt;br /&gt;59. Jan&lt;br /&gt;60. Melanie M&lt;br /&gt;61. Melanie B&lt;br /&gt;62. Rachel W&lt;br /&gt;63. Rachel B&lt;br /&gt;64. Theresa&lt;br /&gt;65. Audrey&lt;br /&gt;66. J~&lt;br /&gt;67. S~&lt;br /&gt;68. Tammy&lt;br /&gt;69. Paula&lt;br /&gt;70. Kristy&lt;br /&gt;71. Corinne&lt;br /&gt;72. Dr. Google&lt;br /&gt;73. Magnum&lt;br /&gt;74. Douglas&lt;br /&gt;75. Steven&lt;br /&gt;76. Dr. D&lt;br /&gt;77. Lacy&lt;br /&gt;78. Kim&lt;br /&gt;79. Jennifer&lt;br /&gt;80. Laurie&lt;br /&gt;81. Becca&lt;br /&gt;82. Mikael&lt;br /&gt;83. Steph&lt;br /&gt;84. Heather&lt;br /&gt;85. H~&lt;br /&gt;86. R~&lt;br /&gt;87. M~&lt;br /&gt;88. a. K~&lt;br /&gt;89 u. G~&lt;br /&gt;90. B~&lt;br /&gt;91. L~&lt;br /&gt;92. Sam&lt;br /&gt;93. N~&lt;br /&gt;94. P~&lt;br /&gt;95. A~&lt;br /&gt;96. Copper&lt;br /&gt;97. Sadie&lt;br /&gt;98. Ginger&lt;br /&gt;99. Weasel&lt;br /&gt;100. Ginger II&lt;br /&gt;101. Mr. O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390502845252447874-5898424030412483963?l=101thingstonote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/feeds/5898424030412483963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/2009/01/people.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390502845252447874/posts/default/5898424030412483963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390502845252447874/posts/default/5898424030412483963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/2009/01/people.html' title='People'/><author><name>Mrs. Organic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jLheoDPFsi0/TUXPOJv-CdI/AAAAAAAAF7U/puABhEsr5CY/s220/mrsorganic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390502845252447874.post-1282272388887117976</id><published>2009-01-24T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T14:37:01.603-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mrs. O'/><title type='text'>Creature Comforts</title><content type='html'>1. wheat&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kamut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. yeast&lt;br /&gt;4. honey&lt;br /&gt;5. salt&lt;br /&gt;6. butter&lt;br /&gt;7. hot water&lt;br /&gt;8. making home-made bread&lt;br /&gt;9. grinder&lt;br /&gt;10. Bosch&lt;br /&gt;11. oven&lt;br /&gt;12. potholders&lt;br /&gt;13. dishwasher&lt;br /&gt;14. pantry&lt;br /&gt;15. preserved peaches from our backyard tree&lt;br /&gt;16. butternut squash from the garden&lt;br /&gt;17. home-grown onions&lt;br /&gt;18. home-canned spicy tomato sauce, perfect for hot tomato soup&lt;br /&gt;19. frozen zucchini just waiting to be baked into bread&lt;br /&gt;20. baked sweet potato fries, drizzled with olive oil &amp;amp; sprinkled with salt&lt;br /&gt;21. jelly roll pans&lt;br /&gt;22. blender&lt;br /&gt;23. fruit smoothies&lt;br /&gt;24. mirrors&lt;br /&gt;25. television (not that we watch much, but still)&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. docking speaker&lt;br /&gt;28. camera&lt;br /&gt;29. data cables&lt;br /&gt;30. Picasa&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;playlists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. lights to read by&lt;br /&gt;33. lights to eat by&lt;br /&gt;33. lights to brighten up the place&lt;br /&gt;34. wood floors&lt;br /&gt;35. semi shag carpet&lt;br /&gt;36. rugs&lt;br /&gt;37. wool socks&lt;br /&gt;38. heat&lt;br /&gt;39. fireplace&lt;br /&gt;40. central air&lt;br /&gt;41. soft water&lt;br /&gt;42. washer&lt;br /&gt;43. dryer&lt;br /&gt;44. lavender scented baths&lt;br /&gt;45. bubbles&lt;br /&gt;46. yoga&lt;br /&gt;47. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dvd&lt;/span&gt; player&lt;br /&gt;48. my bed&lt;br /&gt;49. my pillow&lt;br /&gt;50. sweaters&lt;br /&gt;51. dark jeans - the ones with black bead embroidered pockets in the back&lt;br /&gt;52. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;capris&lt;/span&gt;, how much they remind me of the beach&lt;br /&gt;53. flip-flops&lt;br /&gt;54. bright orange-red nail polish, a touch of spring for my toes&lt;br /&gt;55. microwave&lt;br /&gt;56. spatulas&lt;br /&gt;57. pan scrapers&lt;br /&gt;58. window blinds&lt;br /&gt;59. clean walls&lt;br /&gt;60. ceiling fans&lt;br /&gt;61. overstuffed reading chairs&lt;br /&gt;62. shoulder bags&lt;br /&gt;63. silver hoop earrings&lt;br /&gt;64. bookshelves&lt;br /&gt;65. clean windows&lt;br /&gt;66. the vacuum&lt;br /&gt;67. broom&lt;br /&gt;68. the all-important dust pan&lt;br /&gt;69. lawnmower&lt;br /&gt;70. weed whacker&lt;br /&gt;71. the son who knows how to use them (I do too, but it's good for him)&lt;br /&gt;72. sprinkler system&lt;br /&gt;73. pools&lt;br /&gt;74. hot tubs&lt;br /&gt;75. trees to climb&lt;br /&gt;76. trees to shade&lt;br /&gt;77. trees to harvest from&lt;br /&gt;78. clocks&lt;br /&gt;79. a wheelchair-modified vehicle&lt;br /&gt;80. pain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; for my boy&lt;br /&gt;81. electric keyboards&lt;br /&gt;82. and the headphones that go with them&lt;br /&gt;83. oldies radio stations - if 70s and 80s music is considered to be oldies now&lt;br /&gt;84. a couch big and soft enough to cradle Ty&lt;br /&gt;85. a dining table&lt;br /&gt;86. chairs enough for all of us and a guest or two&lt;br /&gt;87. the independence Ellie's step stool lends her&lt;br /&gt;88. paintings&lt;br /&gt;89. sculptures&lt;br /&gt;90. museums&lt;br /&gt;91. hospitals&lt;br /&gt;92. telephones&lt;br /&gt;93. laundry baskets&lt;br /&gt;94. that my kids can do their own wash&lt;br /&gt;95. that we have some of the best tasting water right out of the faucet&lt;br /&gt;96. that we do not have to boil, strain, and filter our water&lt;br /&gt;97. or walk miles to get it&lt;br /&gt;98. indoor plumbing&lt;br /&gt;99. that my children do not have to go hungry&lt;br /&gt;100. Mr. O has secure employment (it hasn't always been that way, so I'm especially grateful for this).&lt;br /&gt;101. and we are all, currently, healthy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390502845252447874-1282272388887117976?l=101thingstonote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/feeds/1282272388887117976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/2009/01/creature-comforts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390502845252447874/posts/default/1282272388887117976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390502845252447874/posts/default/1282272388887117976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/2009/01/creature-comforts.html' title='Creature Comforts'/><author><name>Mrs. Organic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jLheoDPFsi0/TUXPOJv-CdI/AAAAAAAAF7U/puABhEsr5CY/s220/mrsorganic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390502845252447874.post-3023179763389888102</id><published>2009-01-20T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:52:13.477-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mrs. O'/><title type='text'>Medical</title><content type='html'>Snippets from past medical trials:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Caring physicians who listen.&lt;br /&gt;2. I am very grateful to be a mom, and it's nights like these (when he was in the AF ER) that make me appreciate my own mom even more,&lt;br /&gt;3. I was fortunate enough to have my mom there when Tyler was born,&lt;br /&gt;4. She got to see him fight his way here and peek out,&lt;br /&gt;5. She has helped me so many times, there is no way I will ever be able to make it up to her.&lt;br /&gt;6. She has always been a remarkable example to me in serving others,&lt;br /&gt;7. I watched her lovingly care for both her parents at the end of their lives,&lt;br /&gt;8. Even now, there are so many ways she serves others.&lt;br /&gt;9. My husband and the kids have been awesome through this experience,&lt;br /&gt;10. He stays with Ty at the hospital on weekends,&lt;br /&gt;11. Has become the backup nurse (lots of IV &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; experience),&lt;br /&gt;12. He has been the glue that holds it all together,&lt;br /&gt;13. He practically shaved his head to show support for Ty.&lt;br /&gt;14. I need to tell you about three wonderful women who help me: Terry (my mom), Mo (my aunt), and Wendy (my dear neighbor)&lt;br /&gt;15. They help with getting Ty ready,&lt;br /&gt;16. Watching the girls so I can get some sleep,&lt;br /&gt;17. And being here when I have to be away with Ty,&lt;br /&gt;18. They cook,&lt;br /&gt;19. They tidy up ,&lt;br /&gt;20. They do what needs doing,&lt;br /&gt;21. But most importantly, they love my kids and make it possible for me to do what I do.&lt;br /&gt;22. I know my family is well-cared for and we are so blessed to have them in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;23. Erin, who worked with Tyler, and shared her infectious smile.&lt;br /&gt;24. The principal who sent a gift during Ty's chemo Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;25. Susan, from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;USDB&lt;/span&gt;, who was the first person besides me who danced with Ty and absolutely loved it.&lt;br /&gt;26. Kristy, his teacher, who has helped us to dream for Ty more than we ever thought was possible.&lt;br /&gt;27. Corrine, the vision specialist, who is like family to us.&lt;br /&gt;28. Starla, the speech therapist, who never gave up and found something Ty would eat - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gogurts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;29. Jodi, the physical therapist, whose kind heart extends to fostering rescue dogs.&lt;br /&gt;30. Nate, the Occupational therapist, who found a way for Ty to paint - a special arm brace.&lt;br /&gt;31. Kaye and Justin at the school district who made Ty's hospital/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;homebound&lt;/span&gt; school the best experience it could be.&lt;br /&gt;32. Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Stradley&lt;/span&gt;, the art teacher, who saw the connection between music and Ty's expression.&lt;br /&gt;33. Barb, another dear neighbor, has arranged so many meals to feed my family when I'm with Ty at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;34. Jake (Wendy's son), for bringing his guitar to the hospital and playing it for Tyler.&lt;br /&gt;35. I sat Ty on my lap and helped him to strum the guitar as Jake held it. Tyler kept reaching out to touch the strings and make them vibrate with his sound - again and again,&lt;br /&gt;36. It is the most fun and alert I have seen him be in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;37. The neighbors who have donated their time, their cooking skills, and their disposable cookware.&lt;br /&gt;38.The anonymous people who made Christmas special for us one year -&lt;br /&gt;39. We had the "Twelve Days of Christmas,"&lt;br /&gt;40. Our stockings filled,&lt;br /&gt;41. A Secret Santa bearing gifts.&lt;br /&gt;42. And a Christmas Jar shared with us.&lt;br /&gt;43. We are so fortunate to be blessed by such generous people.&lt;br /&gt;44. The friends who call and check on us.&lt;br /&gt;45. The church family and extended family members who pray and fast for Tyler and our family.&lt;br /&gt;46. The many coworkers who show their support for Ty.&lt;br /&gt;47. The children who tell me they pray for him and ask how he is doing.&lt;br /&gt;48. Our family doctor, who knows me by name (and also by my voice), and comes to the rescue time after time.&lt;br /&gt;49. Laurie and Jennifer in the same office.&lt;br /&gt;50. Staff and techs who have provided great, loving care for Tyler.&lt;br /&gt;51. We will miss seeing Lacey, she has moved to another floor, but we know there are many wonderful caregivers who love Tyler and have his best interests in mind.&lt;br /&gt;52. Thank you for remembering that even though he can't speak, he still needs to know what's going to happen next.&lt;br /&gt;53. Sharon, who always cleaned his room on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ICS&lt;/span&gt; and danced along with us to Ty's tunes&lt;br /&gt;54. Apple. What would we do without his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;55. All the minutes we forget that Tyler is dealing with something very serious - because we are all laughing and dancing to his favorite music.&lt;br /&gt;56. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;commenters&lt;/span&gt; during that time, for checking in and leaving comments, they were much appreciated and made me feel all cheery and warm inside.&lt;br /&gt;57. My neighbor, who sometimes serves as my own personal Ask-A-Nurse.&lt;br /&gt;58. Taffy, who sent me flowers at just the right moment.&lt;br /&gt;59. An angel of a neighbor brought dinner and stayed to play with the kids and be with Tyler.&lt;br /&gt;60. That is big. When you have a child going through something like chemo, and they happen to have other disabilities as well, you can't just call one of the teens in the neighborhood to come and 'sit' for you.&lt;br /&gt;61. She did a marvelous service for us, and I felt very refreshed and ready for the coming week.&lt;br /&gt;62. The birthday lunch the neighbors threw for me. I hadn't had one of those in a very long time. it was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;63. The baby shower they threw when I was expecting Gracie (it so happens I hadn't had one of those in a very long time either - like 10 years).&lt;br /&gt;64. Magnum, Ty's new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;intervener&lt;/span&gt;, who brings the cool factor into Ty's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;jr&lt;/span&gt;. high life.&lt;br /&gt;65. Marilyn and Ellen, both sweet bus drivers,  who get just as excited as we do when Ty goes back to school after his most recent medical procedure.&lt;br /&gt;66. The two priesthood holders who gave Ty a blessing (because Mr. O couldn't be there) the night he started the hard chemo.&lt;br /&gt;67. How Ty called for me the next morning (because he felt so terrible) when I left for a minute - the only time he's ever called me Mom - both a blessing and heartbreaking, all in one.&lt;br /&gt;68. How he calmed when I held him on my lapped, rocking him and alternately telling him again of the plan of salvation and singing &lt;em&gt;I Am A Child Of God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. How good it felt to be strong for him, to be able to comfort him.&lt;br /&gt;70. An oncologist who had a smile from Ty and felt an instant connection - she warmed to him from that time on and took a personal interest in his case.&lt;br /&gt;71. An orthopedic surgeon, who also happens to be a specialist in Ty's tumor type, that brought in a specialist from MD Anderson.&lt;br /&gt;72. Who consequently called the tumor review board together to reevaluate and confirm Ty's diagnosis.&lt;br /&gt;73. Which ended up in a course of treatment change&lt;br /&gt;74. and a subsequent end to the aggressive tumor growth.&lt;br /&gt;75. All the men at Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;O's&lt;/span&gt; place of employment who shaved their head in support of Ty's hair loss.&lt;br /&gt;76. An insurance case manager who went the extra mile and arranged for a hospital bed to be set up and waiting when Ty was discharged.&lt;br /&gt;77. Caring home health nurses, Becca and Sam, and their many weekend visits and late night calls.&lt;br /&gt;78. Them teaching me to use sterile technique to access and flush his port.&lt;br /&gt;79. The cancer intake worker who sweetly explained all the technical chemo/lab talk and then told us not to try to remember it all, that we would become fluent in cancer-speak before we knew it.&lt;br /&gt;80. That we were able to grasp cancer-speak well.&lt;br /&gt;81. Chocolate covered cinnamon bears in the hospital cafeteria.&lt;br /&gt;82. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; connection at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;83. Stairs&lt;br /&gt;84. Elevators&lt;br /&gt;85. The first time Ty had surgery (as a two year old), we were so poor I couldn't afford hospital food and subsisted on fruit and bagels from the courtesy cart - then someone sent us $50 anonymously and it was enough for dinner the 10 days I was there with him.&lt;br /&gt;86. My aunt who picked up the homeschooling ball I dropped when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ty&lt;/span&gt; spent so much time in hospital.&lt;br /&gt;87. The neighbor who helped carpool the girls to gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;88. The other neighbor who stepped in and helped  cover my calling.&lt;br /&gt;89. The hospital sacrament meetings - short and oh so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;90. The members who brought sacrament to the room the times I couldn't make it to the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;91. The surgeon who spent the extra three hours it took redoing Ty's surgery the less invasive way so that he would have an easier recovery.&lt;br /&gt;92. The anaesthetist who assumed the risk of sedating Ty mere hours after he'd had barium and successfully &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;intubated&lt;/span&gt; him against her better judgement because she knew time was of the essence.&lt;br /&gt;93. The orthopedic surgeon who always addresses Ty by bending down to his eye level and putting his hand on Ty's shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;94. Who also talks to him like he's a regular 16 year old.&lt;br /&gt;95. And comes out after surgery and draws an overview of the surgical procedure on his scrubs so I know just what happened.&lt;br /&gt;96. The medical staff in post-op who always let me come right back because it's the surest way to get his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;respirations&lt;/span&gt; to normal.&lt;br /&gt;97. Those toasty blankets with the fresh from the oven smell that warm him back up after the Operating Room.&lt;br /&gt;98. The fabulous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ENT&lt;/span&gt; who operated successfully on Ty to reduce his drooling and subsequent resolution of his facial chapping issues.&lt;br /&gt;99. And then later saw my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;youngest&lt;/span&gt; daughter to sort out an emergency diagnosis of an &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;abcessed lymph gland&lt;/span&gt;/mumps/abcessed salivary gland based solely on our relationship of his being Ty's surgeon. He worked her right in, ordered the least invasive diagnostic tests and felt that the team of the four of us could save her a lot of time (therefore cost) and stress by holding her down and taking care of it the old fashioned way- they drained it - more than once, but at least without surgery or aneasthesia&lt;br /&gt;100. He sent her home with orders for Rocefan injections and placed a follow up call to hear how she was doing. Really, how many doctors do that?&lt;br /&gt;101. Dr. TSN who's always looking a step ahead, with one eye on his future needs - the botox bestower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390502845252447874-3023179763389888102?l=101thingstonote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/feeds/3023179763389888102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/2009/01/medical.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390502845252447874/posts/default/3023179763389888102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390502845252447874/posts/default/3023179763389888102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/2009/01/medical.html' title='Medical'/><author><name>Mrs. Organic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jLheoDPFsi0/TUXPOJv-CdI/AAAAAAAAF7U/puABhEsr5CY/s220/mrsorganic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390502845252447874.post-7104455061076178336</id><published>2009-01-20T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T15:32:56.157-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mrs. O'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><title type='text'>Coastal bits of nature</title><content type='html'>These images and everything in them&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jLheoDPFsi0/SXZCqH57j3I/AAAAAAAADvI/NExwQQ3ENB4/s1600-h/newport+trip+373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293491703464562546" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jLheoDPFsi0/SXZCqH57j3I/AAAAAAAADvI/NExwQQ3ENB4/s200/newport+trip+373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. clusters of tall, graceful palms&lt;br /&gt;3. pink, wispy brush-stroked clouds&lt;br /&gt;4. the patch of crystal blue sky&lt;br /&gt;5. a friend who is talented enough to paint this scene (if only I could talk her into it)&lt;br /&gt;6. hues of twilight&lt;br /&gt;7. long stretches of sandy beach&lt;br /&gt;8. the sounds and smells of coastal city night life&lt;br /&gt;9. the taste of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt; chicken pizza by the beach&lt;br /&gt;10. this sunset and every other I've taken a moment to enjoy&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jLheoDPFsi0/SXZCp3EbkoI/AAAAAAAADvA/sqyJNX60Nsw/s1600-h/newport+trip+321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293491698945200770" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jLheoDPFsi0/SXZCp3EbkoI/AAAAAAAADvA/sqyJNX60Nsw/s200/newport+trip+321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. the peace of the ocean on this day&lt;br /&gt;13. the only time I cannot recall hearing surf sounds&lt;br /&gt;14. or feeling a breeze&lt;br /&gt;15. realizing what a gift it is to hear and feel those things&lt;br /&gt;16. the rays of the sun&lt;br /&gt;17. it's path reflected on the water&lt;br /&gt;18. the warm sand on top&lt;br /&gt;19. and the cooler, damp sand underneath&lt;br /&gt;20. the pleasure of digging my toes into each&lt;br /&gt;21.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jLheoDPFsi0/SXZCppxDq2I/AAAAAAAADu4/1AlU2cCNnZc/s1600-h/newport+trip+301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293491695374281570" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jLheoDPFsi0/SXZCppxDq2I/AAAAAAAADu4/1AlU2cCNnZc/s200/newport+trip+301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. watching others take in the same beauty&lt;br /&gt;23. the sun glinting off the water&lt;br /&gt;24. walking hand in hand along the hard, wet sand&lt;br /&gt;25. stepping quickly to avoid the incoming waves&lt;br /&gt;26. but also standing there waiting for one to come in&lt;br /&gt;27. and feeling the ocean reclaim the sand under my feet&lt;br /&gt;28. anchoring myself to the earth with my toes&lt;br /&gt;29. the beach dotted with bits of shell, rocks and driftwood&lt;br /&gt;30. sand (and not snow) flipping up, dusting my legs as we wade through the soft sand&lt;br /&gt;31.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jLheoDPFsi0/SXZCpeXzpAI/AAAAAAAADuw/diLHn3AJLA0/s1600-h/newport+trip+232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293491692315583490" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jLheoDPFsi0/SXZCpeXzpAI/AAAAAAAADuw/diLHn3AJLA0/s200/newport+trip+232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. a husband who plans fun adventures&lt;br /&gt;33. and can navigate his way anywhere&lt;br /&gt;34. the dear, dear woman I met on this boat and with whom I shared a seat&lt;br /&gt;35. her lovely tradition of making whale-watching a weekly appointment&lt;br /&gt;36. and who shared the very best time of year to see Blue whales feeding - I'm adding this to my 40 before 40 list&lt;br /&gt;37. the camera that made recording these memories possible&lt;br /&gt;38. the grace, speed and playfulness of dolphin&lt;br /&gt;39. the misty spouting of gray whale&lt;br /&gt;40. a perfect, calm day at sea&lt;br /&gt;41.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jLheoDPFsi0/SXZCpBsLyrI/AAAAAAAADuo/VxR9ssdnfII/s1600-h/newport+trip+370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293491684616424114" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jLheoDPFsi0/SXZCpBsLyrI/AAAAAAAADuo/VxR9ssdnfII/s200/newport+trip+370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. the pristine view of Catalina Island&lt;br /&gt;43. a long ago memory of riding a golf cart around said island&lt;br /&gt;44. and visiting the Wrigley garden there&lt;br /&gt;45. lifeguard towers (even without a lifeguard present)&lt;br /&gt;46. 10 foot swells and the surfers who make it look easy&lt;br /&gt;47. beach chair rentals&lt;br /&gt;48. reading a fluff book, toes in sand&lt;br /&gt;49. people watching&lt;br /&gt;50. dusky, golden skies&lt;br /&gt;51. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jLheoDPFsi0/SXZP6kHuppI/AAAAAAAADvw/hesQ-M3jibg/s1600-h/newport+trip+316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293506279567697554" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jLheoDPFsi0/SXZP6kHuppI/AAAAAAAADvw/hesQ-M3jibg/s200/newport+trip+316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. the spray kicked up by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;skimboarders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. wetsuits&lt;br /&gt;54. the verve of youth&lt;br /&gt;55. who take even more pictures than I&lt;br /&gt;56.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jLheoDPFsi0/SXZP6vBeCVI/AAAAAAAADvo/jmujnFyTNlg/s1600-h/newport+trip+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293506282494232914" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jLheoDPFsi0/SXZP6vBeCVI/AAAAAAAADvo/jmujnFyTNlg/s200/newport+trip+049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. visiting a piece of history&lt;br /&gt;58. art deco style&lt;br /&gt;59. appreciating the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;workings&lt;/span&gt; of a ship firsthand&lt;br /&gt;60. so many photographic opportunities&lt;br /&gt;61.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jLheoDPFsi0/SXZVODMV8wI/AAAAAAAADv4/cU-LDvl6GfU/s1600-h/newport+trip+359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293512111884202754" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jLheoDPFsi0/SXZVODMV8wI/AAAAAAAADv4/cU-LDvl6GfU/s200/newport+trip+359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. the tribal sounds of the bongo jam session happening next to the pier&lt;br /&gt;63. an woman dancing Elaine-style&lt;br /&gt;64. the tambourine shaker, who at 60+ still had amazing legs and a pixie haircut&lt;br /&gt;65. the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;African&lt;/span&gt; drummer in the shirred, green velvet shift&lt;br /&gt;66. a three year old dancing with abandon - as only three year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; can&lt;br /&gt;67. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;rhythms&lt;/span&gt; that took me back to my luau days&lt;br /&gt;68. that I do not drink alcohol (which, despite opinions to the contrary, impairs dancing ability)&lt;br /&gt;69. the drummer who let it all out, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;African&lt;/span&gt; style&lt;br /&gt;70. the mural in the background&lt;br /&gt;71.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jLheoDPFsi0/SXZP6c6W77I/AAAAAAAADvY/AXIJi99licc/s1600-h/newport+trip+169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293506277632569266" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jLheoDPFsi0/SXZP6c6W77I/AAAAAAAADvY/AXIJi99licc/s200/newport+trip+169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. seeing dolphin in the wild, up close&lt;br /&gt;73. the light playing off their backs&lt;br /&gt;74. the sun on my face&lt;br /&gt;75. snuggling on the prow, feeling on top of the world&lt;br /&gt;76.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jLheoDPFsi0/SXZP6L1sYdI/AAAAAAAADvQ/TBFQFcngmzE/s1600-h/newport+trip+327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293506273049600466" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jLheoDPFsi0/SXZP6L1sYdI/AAAAAAAADvQ/TBFQFcngmzE/s200/newport+trip+327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. footwear sans socks&lt;br /&gt;78. nail polish&lt;br /&gt;79. lotion&lt;br /&gt;80. carrying flip flops while strolling hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;81.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jLheoDPFsi0/SXZVPUQxe5I/AAAAAAAADwQ/MjsYUbfWlUc/s1600-h/newport+trip+098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293512133646056338" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jLheoDPFsi0/SXZVPUQxe5I/AAAAAAAADwQ/MjsYUbfWlUc/s200/newport+trip+098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. glassy ribbons of ocean&lt;br /&gt;83. sailboats&lt;br /&gt;84. the color white&lt;br /&gt;85. and marine blue&lt;br /&gt;86. reflections&lt;br /&gt;87. feeling small in the vastness&lt;br /&gt;88. and yet also very big in my little corner of the world&lt;br /&gt;89. not needing my sea legs&lt;br /&gt;90. the stillness of the group, waiting breathlessly for the whales to surface&lt;br /&gt;91.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jLheoDPFsi0/SXZVPI-tmQI/AAAAAAAADwI/DgH0wjsP4w4/s1600-h/newport+trip+290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293512130617514242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jLheoDPFsi0/SXZVPI-tmQI/AAAAAAAADwI/DgH0wjsP4w4/s200/newport+trip+290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. the interesting things you see along the harbor&lt;br /&gt;93. like dogs in sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;94. the long line outside the psychic reader's shop&lt;br /&gt;95. and a man with no fingers crafting waffle cones&lt;br /&gt;96.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jLheoDPFsi0/SXZVOmi47OI/AAAAAAAADwA/wjdndT-0NuU/s1600-h/newport+trip+293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293512121374010594" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jLheoDPFsi0/SXZVOmi47OI/AAAAAAAADwA/wjdndT-0NuU/s200/newport+trip+293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. this bride and her wedding party&lt;br /&gt;98. in their bright purple dresses&lt;br /&gt;99. with their infectious giddiness&lt;br /&gt;100. the impromptu high-five run though they performed on the boardwalk&lt;br /&gt;101. And have I mentioned? This man:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jLheoDPFsi0/SXZP6TXj0eI/AAAAAAAADvg/Qp-aEcIQBbE/s1600-h/newport+trip+140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293506275070693858" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jLheoDPFsi0/SXZP6TXj0eI/AAAAAAAADvg/Qp-aEcIQBbE/s200/newport+trip+140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390502845252447874-7104455061076178336?l=101thingstonote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/feeds/7104455061076178336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/2009/01/coastal-bits-of-nature.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390502845252447874/posts/default/7104455061076178336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390502845252447874/posts/default/7104455061076178336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/2009/01/coastal-bits-of-nature.html' title='Coastal bits of nature'/><author><name>Mrs. Organic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jLheoDPFsi0/TUXPOJv-CdI/AAAAAAAAF7U/puABhEsr5CY/s220/mrsorganic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jLheoDPFsi0/SXZCqH57j3I/AAAAAAAADvI/NExwQQ3ENB4/s72-c/newport+trip+373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390502845252447874.post-799511083509761819</id><published>2009-01-18T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T19:54:50.932-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Yen'/><title type='text'>Jen, The Sab.</title><content type='html'>1.  8:30 church that I thought I would hate, but actually enjoy&lt;br /&gt;2.  Well-prepared and delivered talks&lt;br /&gt;3.  Jooj giving the scripture for the first time&lt;br /&gt;4.  Hair that looks good when it is flat-ironed&lt;br /&gt;5.  Flat irons&lt;br /&gt;6.  Pot stickers&lt;br /&gt;7.  Organic Pomegranate fruit strips from Target&lt;br /&gt;8.  Being a full tithe payer&lt;br /&gt;9.  Jasper Fforde&lt;br /&gt;10.  The public Library&lt;br /&gt;11.  Sneetches&lt;br /&gt;12.  Sylvester McMonkey McBean&lt;br /&gt;13.  Almost-Four Sweetness&lt;br /&gt;14.  My Sleep Number Bed&lt;br /&gt;15.  After-church naps&lt;br /&gt;16.  The sleep of the dead&lt;br /&gt;17.  Zoloft&lt;br /&gt;18.  MS medication for my MIL&lt;br /&gt;19.  Clean Mammograms&lt;br /&gt;20.  Exercise&lt;br /&gt;21.  fireplaces&lt;br /&gt;22.  Spring in El Paso&lt;br /&gt;23.  Andrew Bird music&lt;br /&gt;24.  Having enough to pay bills&lt;br /&gt;25.  New shoes&lt;br /&gt;26.  Cookbooks&lt;br /&gt;27.  The way it sounds on my keyboard when I type fast&lt;br /&gt;28.  Senior primary that knows well enough to listen when I get serious&lt;br /&gt;29.  Squirrelly boys in Senior Primary&lt;br /&gt;30.  Serious girls in Senior Primary&lt;br /&gt;31.  Sunbeams telling me "I sang!"&lt;br /&gt;32.  The way the primary songs quiet the crying nursery kids&lt;br /&gt;33.  Jooj is mine, fair and square&lt;br /&gt;34.  Not being called to be a foster mom&lt;br /&gt;35.  Smarts&lt;br /&gt;36.  An amazing primary pianist&lt;br /&gt;37.  A bishop who loves my daughter&lt;br /&gt;38.  The men in the ward who have stepped up and been father-like to Jooj&lt;br /&gt;39.  Being on the same wavelenth as my sweet W&lt;br /&gt;40.  Slowly emerging clavicles&lt;br /&gt;41.  Jooj prays every single time she finds something she lost&lt;br /&gt;42.  That she is learning to recognize the Holy Ghost&lt;br /&gt;43.  Nesting, even though there is no reason&lt;br /&gt;44.  Silly games&lt;br /&gt;45.  Cuddling during Sac Mtng&lt;br /&gt;46.  W not in a war zone&lt;br /&gt;47.  "I can't tell you anything, but I am safe"&lt;br /&gt;48.  Small favors&lt;br /&gt;49.  Slippers&lt;br /&gt;50.  Root Beer&lt;br /&gt;51.  Planning&lt;br /&gt;52.  A new blender&lt;br /&gt;53.  Sabbath traditions&lt;br /&gt;54.  Internet&lt;br /&gt;55.  A laptop that still holds it together&lt;br /&gt;56.  Setting and obtaining goals&lt;br /&gt;57.  But having the tools to be okay if goals aren't reached&lt;br /&gt;58.  Being able to say the right thing at the right time&lt;br /&gt;59.  New opportunities to make friends&lt;br /&gt;60.  Unshakable testimonies&lt;br /&gt;61.  The still small voice&lt;br /&gt;62.  Making a difference to one kid&lt;br /&gt;63.  Spontaneous hugs&lt;br /&gt;64.  Not being swayed to stay home, even when it is convenient&lt;br /&gt;65.  Things I learned about being a member while at BYU:&lt;br /&gt;66.  Doing what you are asked&lt;br /&gt;67.  Cheerfully&lt;br /&gt;68.  Homework is not an excuse for missing church&lt;br /&gt;69.  Neither is tiredness (usually)&lt;br /&gt;70.  When you attend activities and meetings you are supporting the ward&lt;br /&gt;71.  No one likes to be in charge of an activity that no one attends&lt;br /&gt;72.  There is a reason behind callings and promptings and whisperings&lt;br /&gt;73.  I am part of a plan.&lt;br /&gt;74.  For the things I learned about being a member while in Monterey:&lt;br /&gt;75.  It is really hard to be in the RS presidency&lt;br /&gt;76.  Food Storage is divinely inspired&lt;br /&gt;77.  Welfare meetings are not to be coveted&lt;br /&gt;78.  There is good in everyone&lt;br /&gt;79.  For Army&lt;br /&gt;80.  And the rest&lt;br /&gt;81.  That I am not dating&lt;br /&gt;82.  That I am sealed in the temple to my family&lt;br /&gt;83.  That divorce and such doesn't unseal me to my folks&lt;br /&gt;84.  For my grandparents&lt;br /&gt;85.  For the opportunity to take family names to the temple&lt;br /&gt;86.  For cranky old ladies at church who want me to use colloidial silver in everything&lt;br /&gt;87.  Two healthy kidneys&lt;br /&gt;88.  Tonkatsu sauce&lt;br /&gt;89.  An adventurous palate&lt;br /&gt;90.  Carina&lt;br /&gt;91.  Marni, and the lessons I learned from her life&lt;br /&gt;92.  A mother who chose to have babies&lt;br /&gt;93.  Being a mother who chooses to have babies (theoretically.)&lt;br /&gt;94.  Not for Adam's transgressions&lt;br /&gt;95.  Elder Uctdorf&lt;br /&gt;96.  Elder Holland&lt;br /&gt;97.  Amazing in-laws&lt;br /&gt;98.  Blazing Saddles&lt;br /&gt;99.  The Great Race&lt;br /&gt;100.  Red shoes&lt;br /&gt;101.  Fairy Tales&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390502845252447874-799511083509761819?l=101thingstonote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/feeds/799511083509761819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/2009/01/jen-sab.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390502845252447874/posts/default/799511083509761819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390502845252447874/posts/default/799511083509761819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/2009/01/jen-sab.html' title='Jen, The Sab.'/><author><name>La Yen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044092297673361855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_S4daqEGEI-o/RxA3OorzpsI/AAAAAAAAALU/8NU6uZZP0Zc/s400/face.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390502845252447874.post-7680439991263525650</id><published>2009-01-18T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T19:26:00.716-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dalene'/><title type='text'>there are families and there are ward families</title><content type='html'>1. How our ward had us in the ward directory weeks before we moved in&lt;br /&gt;2. They were genuinely happy to have us in the ward&lt;br /&gt;3. The first time I walked into Jane Stewart's house. I was actually looking for the Nielson's house, but found Jane instead. Her Tudor-style home was warm and inviting and she was friendly even though I had the wrong house.&lt;br /&gt;4. How Jane used to tell everyone I was a good writer, long before she'd ever read anything I'd written. She helped me remember who I was and what I did before I immersed myself in being a mom.&lt;br /&gt;5. The sweet way Jane has of being generous--of donating shoes, clothes, food, or whatever--without making you feel like you need a hand-out.&lt;br /&gt;6. The way Olga used to call me from the Lake to pick up Christopher after school on early day or Jane would call me when she needed a phone number or some other type of information.&lt;br /&gt;7. Finally seeing the sun--after living in my cousin's basement apartment for so long.&lt;br /&gt;8. Feeling needed. We got put to work right away (I had 24 Beehives).&lt;br /&gt;9. The row of blue-hairs in RS. Their wisdom and their grandmotherliness.&lt;br /&gt;10. How it the spirit corrected me when I first turned down babysitting Leah Robinson. And so I got to know and love Leah (although I'm much better w/ teens than with toddlers) and Steve and Janet and they became like family to us.&lt;br /&gt;11. How Janet once told me if she were ever the RS Pres. she would have me called as the compassionate service leader.&lt;br /&gt;12. How when Janet was called as RS Pres ten years later and the bishop at that time was doubtful she persisted and told him I've already had 10 years to get ready for the call.&lt;br /&gt;13. How much I loved serving as CS leader. &lt;br /&gt;14. How when anyone died you didn't have to call to line up help--people called you to offer.&lt;br /&gt;15. How when you send around a sign-up sheet in RS people write in their names at the bottom--an actual waiting list of sorts--when it's full.&lt;br /&gt;16. The young mothers I knew who lived two houses down in the other teeny tiny fixer upper house on my street.&lt;br /&gt;17. How I learned from one of them not to ever judge a mother who worked outside the home.&lt;br /&gt;18. Our next door neighbor Bill--widower--who still cannot pronounce my name correctly. He is a good neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;19. How Alice Jones would answer homemaking questions for me and help me with sewing issues (I'm still shocked at how quickly we lost her--to bone cancer).&lt;br /&gt;20. How much I love the cookbook her husband Val gave to us all to remember her by.&lt;br /&gt;21. How much Syd Kramer loved my kids.&lt;br /&gt;22. Watching my Beehives grow up.&lt;br /&gt;23. Getting them again four years later during my brief stint as Laurel advisor (before they yanked me out when they put Shane in the bishopric).&lt;br /&gt;24. Having opportunities to have callings that made me stretch and grow.&lt;br /&gt;25. How every time I was set apart I was told to put my family first.&lt;br /&gt;26. Working with Lynda as the ward newsletter co-editors.&lt;br /&gt;27. How much I loved writing the "News Around the Neighborhood" column (it was NOT a gossip column&lt;br /&gt;28. The weird but special way I happened to usually be in the right place at the right time to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;the news (at least in my pre work-outside-the-home days).&lt;br /&gt;29. Sponsoring the "Where in the world is Bishop B" a "Name the Rooster" contests.&lt;br /&gt;30. The Valentine's Day issue in which we ran pictures and stories of a number of the older couples in the ward.&lt;br /&gt;31. Fern Cox.&lt;br /&gt;32. Meridith Blackburn. It's her birthday today. Her husband just delivered to me the leftover cake. She sends food to us every couple of days because that's just the way she is.&lt;br /&gt;33. How much more beautiful our world was because of the talent of Seven and Adrienne Nielsen.&lt;br /&gt;34. The love shared between us the last time I saw Adrienne--just days before she died.&lt;br /&gt;35. Taking my first quilt class with Alice Childs.&lt;br /&gt;36. How Lil Anderson lent me her Bernina, then gave it to me for a promise---that I would take up quilting again and be her quilting partner.&lt;br /&gt;37. How the miracles I've witnessed here: Andy Martin, Jenny Schieffer, and Phil Anderson's stories come to mind.&lt;br /&gt;38. And how they help me hope for a miracle as well.&lt;br /&gt;39. The day President Holland prayed that there would be no empty chairs at the tables in the home of our stake.&lt;br /&gt;40. Back to Lynda--knowing her and learning from her and sharing in the pain and suffering she has faced as a mother has made me a better person. &lt;br /&gt;41. Knowing and loving her daughters--who are amazing women even through the troubles they've shared.&lt;br /&gt;42. Being able to witness Kate's return into the fold.&lt;br /&gt;43. Being able to say good-bye to Kate the day before she died.&lt;br /&gt;44. Being able to be there for Lynda and her family in the best way I knew how and how it helped me deal with my own grief.&lt;br /&gt;45. Lynda's wonderfully frank RS lessons. Oh how I miss them. (Being able to reassure the bishop after a couple of them that they were fine and true--knowing full well he had likely heard otherwise from some who may not have appreciated her frankness.)&lt;br /&gt;46. The at least a hundred times I plopped myself down on Bev Schieffer's comfy sofa in her lovely home to pour out my troubles and always hear, "Well, this too shall pass."&lt;br /&gt;47. Going waterskiing with Jane and Olga.&lt;br /&gt;48. The day I met Melody Newey.&lt;br /&gt;49. The truth Melody speaks.&lt;br /&gt;50. The way Melody nursed me, my husband, and my children. She is our personal nurse. She is one who has learned the healer's art.&lt;br /&gt;51. The way Melody knows what I need even when I don't.&lt;br /&gt;52. The way she nurtured me at times when I was all used up.&lt;br /&gt;53. The way she makes me feel special with simple gifts of beautiful jewelry, silk slippers, fine chocolate and good books.&lt;br /&gt;54. Getting sneak peaks at so much of her wonderful poetry.&lt;br /&gt;55. The honor of being a friend to her, loving her kids, helping her work through some of her pains and fears.&lt;br /&gt;56. Being there for her during her surgery. (Another miracle.)&lt;br /&gt;57. When Marilyn Barry told me she knew my voice and I felt in my heart that God knew my voice, too.&lt;br /&gt;58. The day I had a personal witness of why I come (even when with little kids it feels futile) as I bore my testimony through the simple act of answering questions during a temple recommend interview.&lt;br /&gt;59. The night I went to ward temple night and I walked into the room and looked at those people wearing white and I knew that these are the people I want to see in heaven, too. The paths we walk together here bind us in such a way they are family to me.&lt;br /&gt;60. The truth I knew when I first heard Steve Robinson's parable of the bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;61. The way Melody saved my life when the doctors missed my double pneumonia. &lt;br /&gt;62. How people brought in meals for weeks after I returned home from the hospital and long after the sign-up sheet was full and over with.&lt;br /&gt;63. How I came home to clean house after that despite having threatened my husband to not let anyone in the house (I'd already been quite ill for a month).&lt;br /&gt;64. All those years when we were first starting out with the school teaching gig and "Santa" would leave extras on our front door.&lt;br /&gt;66. The wonderful friends my kids have had growing up.&lt;br /&gt;67. Matt Marvell's "Step Up" challenge to the young men, just when one of my boys needed to hear it from someone other than his mother.&lt;br /&gt;68. So many Fast Sundays when truth was told, witnesses were born, and I came away nourished and strengthened.&lt;br /&gt;69. Gospel Doctrine from Steve Robinson, Dave Steward, Neal Kramer, Gordon Stokes and (finally) Donnette Perkins.&lt;br /&gt;70. Geri Wood teaching me how to be a good mother-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;71. The way my kids are at home at the Duerdens or the Cuells.&lt;br /&gt;72. Finding out I was related to Charlotte Loveless when she told her pioneer story around the fake campfire in RS on July 24 and I realized her story was my story.&lt;br /&gt;73. Finding out how Bob Spencer grew up with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;74. The way Chris Sorensen caught Luke up with two years of scouts after he was allowed to fall through the cracks.&lt;br /&gt;75. Watching Jan and Rob's lives changed as they embraced the Gospel--and learning not to take the water in which I swim for granted.&lt;br /&gt;76. The way Jan takes in Kyle and Lindsay and loves them like they were her own.&lt;br /&gt;77. All the people who played Santa for us this year when we were too devastated to do it ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;78. Sister B. shoveling our walks&lt;br /&gt;79. Jo Wentz (widow longer than I've been alive) tipping our boys when they delivered her paper (seriously no one tips in Utah).&lt;br /&gt;80. The legion of people who supported Luke while he prepared for his mission and donated to the cause of outfitting him.&lt;br /&gt;81. The legion of people who write to him and send him packages.&lt;br /&gt;82. The people who bring dinner in anyway even though you tell them that until surgery there really is nothing to be done (this is a blessing because the truth is being so wiped out emotionally can be pretty exhausting physically and it's a good thing to have one less thing to worry about).&lt;br /&gt;83. Knowing you can go to the bishopric and tell them when you're not comfortable with one of the YM leaders (turns out we were right on on that one), or that you have a family member who is struggling and you need some help.&lt;br /&gt;84. All the people who love your kid anyway, even when he or she struggles.&lt;br /&gt;85. Watching all the people who embrace your friend's daughter and her partner when they visit the ward.&lt;br /&gt;86. Seeing the generosity pour forth for the 15-year-old girl who is pregnant (oh you know there are some who disapprove, but the majority are generous and supportive)&lt;br /&gt;87. All the people praying and fasting for my husband.&lt;br /&gt;88. The people who consistently drop off good quality hand-me-downs at exactly the right time.&lt;br /&gt;89. Everyone who comes out of there houses no matter what the weather or what time of day or night at the too frequent arrival of ambulances on my street.&lt;br /&gt;90. Knowing that whatever comes, we will go through it together.&lt;br /&gt;91. The many times women have rescued me with homework help, costume help and general all-around survival help during the tempests of a teenage daughter.&lt;br /&gt;92. The way everyone looks after each other.&lt;br /&gt;93. Knowing so many doors are open to me, my husband and my kids if ever there is a need.&lt;br /&gt;94. The people who are not afraid to tell my kids like it is.&lt;br /&gt;95. Those people you can borrow a cup of sugar from.&lt;br /&gt;96. Linda B's. Christmas cheese ball&lt;br /&gt;97. Shirley's Christmas sweet bread wreath&lt;br /&gt;98. Loving my ward so much when we had to move into a little bigger home we moved right across the street.&lt;br /&gt;99. Sitting on the back row and watching the simple acts of service and sacrifice about which most people passing by any of these people I love would be completely oblivious.&lt;br /&gt;100. Finding out Maria Lund knew my father and his family quite well growing up as well.&lt;br /&gt;101. Working together with these people in this little corner of Zion, trying to build Zion together and helping each other along the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390502845252447874-7680439991263525650?l=101thingstonote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/feeds/7680439991263525650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-are-families-and-there-are-ward.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390502845252447874/posts/default/7680439991263525650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390502845252447874/posts/default/7680439991263525650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-are-families-and-there-are-ward.html' title='there are families and there are ward families'/><author><name>dalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13414972890937798371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G3lY6wCwyNk/SNJHG74yf1I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/2q2vzKEKFVc/S220/Rowley_Head1_BW+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390502845252447874.post-4209557616030320007</id><published>2009-01-18T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T12:44:17.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justine, Church</title><content type='html'>1. The Spirit of God, sung by a feeble Relief Society&lt;br /&gt;2. A music conductor, so moved by the music, sobs&lt;br /&gt;3. A Sunday School teacher who becomes so involved in his "ministerial excitement" that he goes 10 minutes over time and makes all the little relief society ladies angry&lt;br /&gt;4. A beautiful 19 year old boy speaking before his mission&lt;br /&gt;5. A High Councilman who has wrapped his arms around my family in love&lt;br /&gt;6. A Bishop who keeps us working&lt;br /&gt;7. The Sacrament&lt;br /&gt;8. Trying to draw dogs during Sacrament Meeting, but ending up with creatures of the unknown&lt;br /&gt;9. Reverent children&lt;br /&gt;10. Sonda's kindness&lt;br /&gt;11. Kerri's kind words about MS&lt;br /&gt;12. Our beautiful building&lt;br /&gt;13. The P.C. ward members&lt;br /&gt;14. Willing R.S. Presidents&lt;br /&gt;15. Amazing Stake presidency&lt;br /&gt;16. Full length mirrors at church&lt;br /&gt;17. The Librarians&lt;br /&gt;18. Sergene, who is so dedicated to teaching 8 year olds&lt;br /&gt;19. Cindy's diligence&lt;br /&gt;20. John taking such interest and care in my son's testimony&lt;br /&gt;21. The beautiful organist who practices so faithfully&lt;br /&gt;22. The boys who see to it the sidewalks are shoveled&lt;br /&gt;23. The people who cleaned the building last week&lt;br /&gt;24. Grace's tenderness to my 5 year old&lt;br /&gt;25. The Strengthening Marriage teachers enthusiasm&lt;br /&gt;26. the warm building&lt;br /&gt;27. The pictures of the Savior all around&lt;br /&gt;28. The Foothill ward&lt;br /&gt;29. Kaye's willingness to share jokes&lt;br /&gt;30. John B's grade school pictures that his mother shared&lt;br /&gt;31. Brother T's kind words to Isabel&lt;br /&gt;32. Someone making a space for me in class&lt;br /&gt;33. Someone sitting near me in R.S.&lt;br /&gt;34. The chorister choosing wonderful songs&lt;br /&gt;35. The youth speakers great preparation&lt;br /&gt;36. The Deacons coming early to set up chairs&lt;br /&gt;37. The other Y.M. who take the sacrament to Vickie&lt;br /&gt;38. The worthy Priests who take seriously blessing the Sacrament&lt;br /&gt;39. Brother Walker's optimism&lt;br /&gt;40. His daughter's dedication in caring for him.&lt;br /&gt;41. Beth's wonderful commitment to the sisters in our ward&lt;br /&gt;42. Tamela's soft words to rowdy boys&lt;br /&gt;43. The time expended fulfilling so many callings&lt;br /&gt;44. The money being raised to care for Cheryl's cancer&lt;br /&gt;45. The opinions of even the most opinionated&lt;br /&gt;46. That everyone still loves even the obnoxious commenters&lt;br /&gt;47. That our ward is so academic and interesting&lt;br /&gt;48. That Brother M always likes to argue in Sunday School&lt;br /&gt;49. That the teacher is so loving anyway and keeps calling on him&lt;br /&gt;50. That testimony is still more important than all that anyway.&lt;br /&gt;51. That the R.S. teacher is the hottest 50-year old 1st grade teacher anywhere! (Gives me hope)&lt;br /&gt;52. That the R.S. teacher is willing to say when she doesn't know something&lt;br /&gt;53. The New Era that just came and hasn't been devoured by the kids yet&lt;br /&gt;54. Kids that still won't eat until we pray&lt;br /&gt;55. Quiet time after church&lt;br /&gt;56. That DH is so dedicated to his calling, even if he doesn't understand a lick of it.&lt;br /&gt;57. That DH is willing to put God first always&lt;br /&gt;58. Our children are watching us serve in the church&lt;br /&gt;59. Our ward really is a community of saints&lt;br /&gt;60. The piano at church is nicely tuned&lt;br /&gt;61. The musically number during Sacrament meeting was outstanding&lt;br /&gt;62. A couple of members of MoTab are close enough to occasionally drop in to sing in our ward.&lt;br /&gt;63. Parents all around us are teaching their children to be musical&lt;br /&gt;64. My black skirt still fits me&lt;br /&gt;65. I didn't look like a total dork today speaking in church&lt;br /&gt;66. My calling lets me meet so many wonderful people&lt;br /&gt;67. I'm learning something new about how the church works&lt;br /&gt;68. Our Primary Presidency is just so wonderful&lt;br /&gt;69. There are so many wonderful children around my kids&lt;br /&gt;70. The Nursery leaders really go all out to make that a great place to be.&lt;br /&gt;71. Snack's are not optional&lt;br /&gt;72. Our Bishopric has learned so well how to meet the needs of the members of our ward&lt;br /&gt;73. My ~I is SO excited to get baptized in a couple of weeks&lt;br /&gt;74. She wants so badly to do what's right&lt;br /&gt;75. Her older sister is encouraging her to live righteously&lt;br /&gt;76. My son is earnestly preparing himself for the Priesthood&lt;br /&gt;77. No one fought during Sacrament meeting&lt;br /&gt;78. The Bishop remembered to announce Stake Enrichment&lt;br /&gt;79. The Freezer Meals group is still going strong&lt;br /&gt;80. Our ward book group doesn't read fluff.&lt;br /&gt;81. Not all our ward members are right-wing conservatives&lt;br /&gt;82. Not all our ward members are left-wing liberals&lt;br /&gt;83. Brother W sought me out in concern for me today&lt;br /&gt;84. I found someone to help&lt;br /&gt;85. The Lord helped me keep smiling all morning&lt;br /&gt;86. That I can still say I am firmly in denial about my life&lt;br /&gt;87. That weekly injections are better than daily injections.&lt;br /&gt;88. That I know the Lord loves me&lt;br /&gt;89. That He reminded me of that so clearly today&lt;br /&gt;90. That I saw my beloved R.S. sisters today&lt;br /&gt;91. That the Lord blessed me with such a powerful testimony of love this morning&lt;br /&gt;92. That music is such a powerful medium&lt;br /&gt;93. That we remembered morning prayer before we left the house this morning&lt;br /&gt;94. That there are people I saw today that I know I can serve&lt;br /&gt;95. That the Lord reminds me that I need to be serving&lt;br /&gt;96. That the words of the Prophets always seem to be brought to me at just the right moments.&lt;br /&gt;97. That ~I's baptism interview was a positive experience&lt;br /&gt;98. That she couldn't stop giggling through the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;99. That I am surrounded by a family&lt;br /&gt;100. That I don't have to cook dinner tonight&lt;br /&gt;101. That I own red fluffly slippers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390502845252447874-4209557616030320007?l=101thingstonote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/feeds/4209557616030320007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/2009/01/justine-church.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390502845252447874/posts/default/4209557616030320007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390502845252447874/posts/default/4209557616030320007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/2009/01/justine-church.html' title='Justine, Church'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15796718258913715805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_W7qKPtfQn6M/RfLcsCyHRWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VXQphHMitzk/s320/72+justine+and+aunt+stacys+dog+1972.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390502845252447874.post-7571999563322485790</id><published>2009-01-17T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T20:22:12.416-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Yen'/><title type='text'>From La Yen.</title><content type='html'>1.  For long-lost friends and family that are back in my life&lt;br /&gt;2.  For a kid who is turning out to be a fun person to play with&lt;br /&gt;3.  The ability to actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;play&lt;/span&gt; with my kid&lt;br /&gt;4.  The end of another day, making it one day less that I have to be alone&lt;br /&gt;5.  Tapirs&lt;br /&gt;6.  Burros&lt;br /&gt;7.  The ghetto El Paso zoo&lt;br /&gt;8.  Costco&lt;br /&gt;9.  Free Samples&lt;br /&gt;10.  Crock Pots&lt;br /&gt;11.  Horchata&lt;br /&gt;12.  Receiving mail&lt;br /&gt;13.  Sending mail&lt;br /&gt;14.  Springtime starts in January in El Paso&lt;br /&gt;15.  Fish that keep breeding&lt;br /&gt;16.  My dog, Rocky, who is MY dog.&lt;br /&gt;17.  A Sleep Number Bed&lt;br /&gt;18.  A Sleep Number Bed&lt;br /&gt;19.  A Sleep Number Bed&lt;br /&gt;20.  Payday&lt;br /&gt;21.  A car that works&lt;br /&gt;22.  A camera that works&lt;br /&gt;23.  The Atonement&lt;br /&gt;24.  Repentance&lt;br /&gt;25.  Not being the Relief Society President&lt;br /&gt;26.  LDS Family Services&lt;br /&gt;27.  A Birthmother who loved us enough to give us her child&lt;br /&gt;28.  Best Friends&lt;br /&gt;29.  Democracy&lt;br /&gt;30.  Capitalism&lt;br /&gt;31.  Missionaries&lt;br /&gt;32.  Private beaches at Dana Point&lt;br /&gt;33.  Nieces&lt;br /&gt;34. Sisters&lt;br /&gt;35.  Sisters-in-law&lt;br /&gt;36.  Sleeping preschoolers&lt;br /&gt;37.  The Bible&lt;br /&gt;38.  The Book of Mormon&lt;br /&gt;39.  The Other Two&lt;br /&gt;40.  Personal Revelation&lt;br /&gt;41.  Personal Prayer&lt;br /&gt;42.  La Ciudad Juarez temple&lt;br /&gt;43.  The sweet people who work at La Ciudad Juarez temple&lt;br /&gt;44.  Waldo, the love of my life&lt;br /&gt;45.  Waldo, my best friend&lt;br /&gt;46.  Waldo, my greatest blessing&lt;br /&gt;47.  Waldo, my greatest trial&lt;br /&gt;48.  The Holy Ghost&lt;br /&gt;49.  Hands that work&lt;br /&gt;50.  A clean upstairs&lt;br /&gt;51.  Strong water pressure in the shower&lt;br /&gt;52.  Utah mountains&lt;br /&gt;53.  Sand Cats&lt;br /&gt;54.  That I am not in High School anymore&lt;br /&gt;55.  Laurels that become Women who become great friends&lt;br /&gt;56.  New Shoes&lt;br /&gt;57.  Having a passport, even if I only use it to go to Mexico, anymore&lt;br /&gt;58.  The deployment being 4/5 of the way over&lt;br /&gt;59.  Old neighbors that are still friends&lt;br /&gt;60.  SuperTarget&lt;br /&gt;61.  Reading a book in bed&lt;br /&gt;62.  Mindless computer games&lt;br /&gt;63.  Quick-wittedness&lt;br /&gt;64. Not living in California&lt;br /&gt;65.  The Ensign&lt;br /&gt;66.  A Prophet&lt;br /&gt;67.  Being a fast typer&lt;br /&gt;68.  Knowing that there is a master plan for me&lt;br /&gt;69.  Ancestors&lt;br /&gt;70.  Having three living grandparents&lt;br /&gt;71.  Friends who go on vacation with us&lt;br /&gt;72.  Not being easily offended&lt;br /&gt;73.  Dalene soap in the shower&lt;br /&gt;74.  Being at this stage in my life&lt;br /&gt;75.  Being sent to the family I was born with&lt;br /&gt;76.  Brothers&lt;br /&gt;77.  Brothers-in-law&lt;br /&gt;78.  Nephews&lt;br /&gt;79.  Toasty blankets on a chilly night&lt;br /&gt;80.  The Franklin "Mountains"&lt;br /&gt;81.  Ministering Angels&lt;br /&gt;82.  Priesthood Blessings&lt;br /&gt;83.  Patriarchal Blessings&lt;br /&gt;84.  Jacob Hamblin&lt;br /&gt;85.  My education&lt;br /&gt;86.  Seed catalogs&lt;br /&gt;87.  Sunbeams&lt;br /&gt;88.  The Army packs and moves us when we go&lt;br /&gt;89.  People who stand up for what they believe in&lt;br /&gt;90.  Almost-Four years of being a mother&lt;br /&gt;91.  Twelve Years of marriage&lt;br /&gt;92.  Books that are old friends&lt;br /&gt;93.  A healthy body&lt;br /&gt;94.  Strong muscles&lt;br /&gt;95.  Being brave&lt;br /&gt;96.  Alissa's pictures of Jooj&lt;br /&gt;97.  Cheerios and Honey&lt;br /&gt;98.  Women in the ward who will gladly be surrogate grandmas for Jooj&lt;br /&gt;99.  A mother who can fashion beautiful things from nothing (and doesn't feel bad that I can't)&lt;br /&gt;100.  Weight finally coming off&lt;br /&gt;101.  Mammoth Lakes, California&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390502845252447874-7571999563322485790?l=101thingstonote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/feeds/7571999563322485790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/2009/01/from-la-yen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390502845252447874/posts/default/7571999563322485790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390502845252447874/posts/default/7571999563322485790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/2009/01/from-la-yen.html' title='From La Yen.'/><author><name>La Yen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044092297673361855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_S4daqEGEI-o/RxA3OorzpsI/AAAAAAAAALU/8NU6uZZP0Zc/s400/face.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390502845252447874.post-7148947071133280866</id><published>2009-01-16T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T18:38:25.967-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tender mercies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dalene'/><title type='text'>when good things happen to people who are going through hard things</title><content type='html'>(that title was way too long)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Geo's homemade soup&lt;br /&gt;2. a thousand (more probably) prayers&lt;br /&gt;3. already having a weekend getaway planned during which to process bad news&lt;br /&gt;4. wholesome food&lt;br /&gt;5. quiet elegance&lt;br /&gt;6. attentive help&lt;br /&gt;7. sleep&lt;br /&gt;8. returning to snow&lt;br /&gt;9. the way my in-laws showed up because we needed them to, we needed to tell them&lt;br /&gt;10. the fact that Shane's family had a better outcome with his Dad's cancer and how being mindful of that gave me hope&lt;br /&gt;11. the way Shane's brother showed up the next day so we could tell them, too. the strength of emotion and bonds of brotherhood&lt;br /&gt;12. how my extended family knew there was something even though we couldn't tell them until we told our kids--their hugs about undid me, but they held me up at the same time&lt;br /&gt;13. how much my kids love their dad&lt;br /&gt;14. our kids' goodness and strength&lt;br /&gt;15. the love and support of both of our families&lt;br /&gt;16. the beautiful and sacred priesthood blessing bestowed on Shane by his father&lt;br /&gt;17. the immediate prayers of friends and family and even people we've never met (blogger sisters, Segullah sisters, Facebook friends I haven't seen for decades)&lt;br /&gt;18. the speed with which people put Shane's name on the prayer rolls of temples everywhere&lt;br /&gt;19. phone calls and e-mails, &lt;br /&gt;20. love and fierce hugs&lt;br /&gt;21. generosity in the form of&lt;br /&gt;22. an broken appliance replaced with a new one by someone who wanted so badly to fix this, but couldn't, so just had to do something&lt;br /&gt;23. the other half of the set (which had also been broken for ages but in a less drastic way) being replaced by one more "fixer" who just needed to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; something&lt;br /&gt;24. how not having to worry about any of that--simply having it all taken care of--was such a relief to me&lt;br /&gt;25. the heartfelt note of an anonymous former student who touched our hearts and donated enough money to cover the exact amount of Shane's medical deductible&lt;br /&gt;26. how meals started arriving immediately even though we told everyone they didn't have to&lt;br /&gt;27. donations of others--all anonymous--toward the skyrocketing medical bills&lt;br /&gt;28. more generous donations that removed my worry over how to put groceries on the table during the time I will have to take off of work during surgery, recovery and treatment&lt;br /&gt;29. the advice, comfort and encouragement of friends who are also cancer survivors&lt;br /&gt;30. having the holidays arrive on the heels of getting the news so we had some time together as a family--a little bit of downtime--and were able to just hole up together at times and enjoy each others' company&lt;br /&gt;31. the tender mercies that came to and from Luke:&lt;br /&gt;32. knowing he would be blessed for his service&lt;br /&gt;33. being very aware of how blessed we are for his service&lt;br /&gt;34. how he is blessed to be with wonderful companion to comfort him and give him a blessing&lt;br /&gt;35. how he was able to walk along the shore while he processed the news&lt;br /&gt;36. how it was no coincidence that the lovely sister who had picked them up when they arrived on the island mentioned she had bone cancer and was willing to invite them to dinner and talk about it with Luke that very night he heard the news&lt;br /&gt;37. the wisdom of Luke's mission president in allowing us to call him that same day&lt;br /&gt;38. how Luke told us the exact reassuring things we had both written to him (but which he hadn't yet received or read)&lt;br /&gt;39. how it turns out that lovely couple who helped Luke that day are friends of some friends of ours&lt;br /&gt;40. how wonderful it was to hear Luke's voice&lt;br /&gt;41. and feel his faith&lt;br /&gt;42. and his love for us&lt;br /&gt;43. how three months of photos arrived on the day when we were both sick with worry over the pending results of the MRI and how they entertained us during almost all of the two-hour wait to hear them&lt;br /&gt;44. the feeling of relief we felt when we heard the news wasn't any worse&lt;br /&gt;45. the seemingly (but not) little things:&lt;br /&gt;46. someone taking our laundry when the washer broke and before it was replaced&lt;br /&gt;47. Richard and Mary bringing pizza in on the night of our appointment for the MRI&lt;br /&gt;48. the Marvels and friends&lt;br /&gt;49. Meridith and her constant notes and leftovers and recipes&lt;br /&gt;50. the peace I felt with each and every snowstorm&lt;br /&gt;51. Deliveries at my door:&lt;br /&gt;52. Godiva chocolate from California&lt;br /&gt;53. a beautiful fabric covered notebook in which to track my blessings from and angel friend who read my blog&lt;br /&gt;54. an entire cheesecake from The Cheesecake Factory&lt;br /&gt;55. an 18-year-old boy who brought us food all on his own&lt;br /&gt;56. how is married and moved away sister and her family brought dinner in to us two days later w/o even knowing&lt;br /&gt;57. how my cousin and her husband were so persistent in calling us (even during the busy holidays) and encouraging us to ask more questions--and make sure they were the right questions--&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt; as opposed to later&lt;br /&gt;58. how that simple act changed the course of Shane's care and our entire experience in very significant ways&lt;br /&gt;59. the very feeling of peace and calm we have every time we walk in to the Huntsman Cancer Institute&lt;br /&gt;60. how our insurance year runs September - August instead of January - December so in spite of all the extra out-of-pocket costs we will still save a bundle&lt;br /&gt;61. having such excellent care and expertise (Huntsman) less than an hour away&lt;br /&gt;62. living in a land in which such care is available and such expertise is fostered and encouraged&lt;br /&gt;63. the attentiveness, kindness, friendliness and professionalism of every single person we've met there&lt;br /&gt;64. having an entire team of experts look at Shane's case&lt;br /&gt;65. the entire teamwork method there--it makes a difference&lt;br /&gt;66. how having wireless Internet there provides an excellent distraction and makes it so I'm never alone (there always seems to be someone on) while I'm waiting for Shane&lt;br /&gt;67. the passion the sarcoma team brings to their respective jobs&lt;br /&gt;68. the power of prayer and fasting&lt;br /&gt;69. the willingness people have to do both&lt;br /&gt;70. the gorgeous views we've seen to and from Huntsman&lt;br /&gt;71. blizzards&lt;br /&gt;72. night skylines&lt;br /&gt;73. sunsets&lt;br /&gt;74. that we've managed to travel safely despite the inclement weather&lt;br /&gt;75. how we came home Wednesday to a delicious and hot meal from my visiting teachers&lt;br /&gt;76. and a clean kitchen at the hands of my darling daughter&lt;br /&gt;77. a really &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; clean kitchen--she did an excellent job!&lt;br /&gt;78. how one of my dearest friends Becky keeps keeping my two youngest kids&lt;br /&gt;79. even though she has five of her own&lt;br /&gt;80. and she feeds them&lt;br /&gt;81. and lets them spend the night when we are too late&lt;br /&gt;82. and keeps offering to do so as needed over and over again&lt;br /&gt;83. (and means it)&lt;br /&gt;84. how our friend Georgie does the same for Z~&lt;br /&gt;85. how a handful of our friends did all of our Christmas shopping (and Shane's birthday shopping for me) because we were too shell-shocked to do it ourselves&lt;br /&gt;86. how one of our friends (and cancer survivor) told us we would learn so much through this experience&lt;br /&gt;87. and reminded us to write it all down&lt;br /&gt;88. Shane's sister who flew here from Illinois&lt;br /&gt;89. his other siblings who have visited and stayed close&lt;br /&gt;90. my sister who wanted to come, but couldn't when the blizzard hit&lt;br /&gt;91. my mother for so many things:&lt;br /&gt;92. running errands for us--especially as we frantically tried to pull everything together to go up to Huntsman for the first time&lt;br /&gt;93. watching out over my health&lt;br /&gt;94. how she--and so many--are just waiting for us to need something and allow them to help us&lt;br /&gt;95. the comfort of the Holy Ghost&lt;br /&gt;96. the eternal truths of the Gospel of Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;97. the antics of our neighbor's cat Capone that make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;98. all the calls and e-mails and visits from Shane's former roommates and former students and the parents of his students&lt;br /&gt;99. the fact that both of us have been blessed with a sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;100. knowing that care, prayers and blessings will continue--this is still just the beginning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390502845252447874-7148947071133280866?l=101thingstonote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/feeds/7148947071133280866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-good-things-happen-to-people-who.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390502845252447874/posts/default/7148947071133280866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390502845252447874/posts/default/7148947071133280866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-good-things-happen-to-people-who.html' title='when good things happen to people who are going through hard things'/><author><name>dalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13414972890937798371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G3lY6wCwyNk/SNJHG74yf1I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/2q2vzKEKFVc/S220/Rowley_Head1_BW+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390502845252447874.post-3465690958158007780</id><published>2009-01-15T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T14:25:44.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justine, Day 2</title><content type='html'>Closer today, but ran out of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. x-ray machines&lt;br /&gt;2. Ibuprofin&lt;br /&gt;3. dh's patience and tenderness&lt;br /&gt;4. pancakes that only have to add water to make&lt;br /&gt;5. kids that think pancakes for dinner is "awesome"&lt;br /&gt;6. praying out loud in the car&lt;br /&gt;7. a nap this afternoon&lt;br /&gt;8. that we live to darn close to a temple&lt;br /&gt;9. that I've made those covenants&lt;br /&gt;10. people are willing to volunteer for blood drives&lt;br /&gt;11. the MS society people&lt;br /&gt;12. that Target had a bunch of clothes for the kids on sale for $1.&lt;br /&gt;13. that Target had a bunch of clothes for mothers on sale for $1.&lt;br /&gt;14. we have an abundance of food&lt;br /&gt;15. my garden is already ready for planting&lt;br /&gt;16. there is still a ton of snow in the yard&lt;br /&gt;17. recycling&lt;br /&gt;18. webkinz for the kids&lt;br /&gt;19. amazingly gracious in-laws&lt;br /&gt;20. my family is trying to be closer&lt;br /&gt;21. my new pillow&lt;br /&gt;22. how beautiful the moon looked this morning&lt;br /&gt;23. that I was awake to see it.&lt;br /&gt;24. my short hair&lt;br /&gt;25. hair goop&lt;br /&gt;26. josy's beautiful curly hair&lt;br /&gt;27. we haven't lost all the cordless phones&lt;br /&gt;28. i have one clean room in the house I can go to.&lt;br /&gt;29. two kids here do their own laundry&lt;br /&gt;30. dh remembers enough math to help kids with homework&lt;br /&gt;31. owner's manuals&lt;br /&gt;32. cute hair clippies&lt;br /&gt;33. wet, slobbery kisses from toddlers&lt;br /&gt;34. my older two kids still hugged me this morning&lt;br /&gt;35. I've been smiling all day&lt;br /&gt;36. it's not -20 degrees outside, like it is in Michigan&lt;br /&gt;37. I have a closet full of clothes&lt;br /&gt;38. crayons aplenty&lt;br /&gt;39. snacktime&lt;br /&gt;40. warm, cozy bed&lt;br /&gt;41. 20 year old alarm clock that still works&lt;br /&gt;42. my body hasn't fallen to pieces today&lt;br /&gt;43. kind email notes from friends&lt;br /&gt;44. too many shoes to know what to do with&lt;br /&gt;45. hugs&lt;br /&gt;46. more answers to prayer today&lt;br /&gt;47. peace and calm that comes from those answers&lt;br /&gt;48. toys in all forms&lt;br /&gt;49. Steve Jobs great mind&lt;br /&gt;50. dh's kind affection this morning&lt;br /&gt;51. Grandma's willingness to take ~I on short notice this morning&lt;br /&gt;52. That she's willing to do it again tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;53. neighbors that listen to the Spirit&lt;br /&gt;54. Writing's that move me to tears&lt;br /&gt;55. The Spirit moving me to action&lt;br /&gt;56. watching my little people play together&lt;br /&gt;57. the smell of brussels sprouts in the oven&lt;br /&gt;58. leftover birthday cake&lt;br /&gt;59. fresh baked bread&lt;br /&gt;60. Horton Hears a Who&lt;br /&gt;61. butter in general&lt;br /&gt;62. cold cereal without milk&lt;br /&gt;63. Dove Chocolate hidden in my purse&lt;br /&gt;64. Macaroni Grill has curbside to-go&lt;br /&gt;65. the kids don't like cheap pizza&lt;br /&gt;66. yoga class is so calming&lt;br /&gt;67. Malcolm Gladwell likes to write&lt;br /&gt;68. my vision hasn't changed since last year&lt;br /&gt;69. we have health insurance&lt;br /&gt;70. We have health insurance (important enough to get two spots)&lt;br /&gt;71. children who like to read&lt;br /&gt;72. mountains are so close&lt;br /&gt;73. the trail to the Y is fun enough to ignore the challenge&lt;br /&gt;74. BYU's museums are open to the public&lt;br /&gt;75. pens&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390502845252447874-3465690958158007780?l=101thingstonote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/feeds/3465690958158007780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/2009/01/justine-day-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390502845252447874/posts/default/3465690958158007780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390502845252447874/posts/default/3465690958158007780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/2009/01/justine-day-2.html' title='Justine, Day 2'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15796718258913715805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_W7qKPtfQn6M/RfLcsCyHRWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VXQphHMitzk/s320/72+justine+and+aunt+stacys+dog+1972.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390502845252447874.post-7522847559519847084</id><published>2009-01-14T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:26:54.447-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mrs. O'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><title type='text'>Day two, for Mrs. O</title><content type='html'>Words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;abra&lt;/span&gt;-ca-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dabra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. aroma&lt;br /&gt;3. aimer&lt;br /&gt;4. apropos&lt;br /&gt;5. believe&lt;br /&gt;6. barometer&lt;br /&gt;7. banter&lt;br /&gt;8. bistro&lt;br /&gt;9. carol&lt;br /&gt;10. centrifugal&lt;br /&gt;11. caress&lt;br /&gt;12. cirque&lt;br /&gt;13. Deuteronomy (what can I say, it rolls off the tongue)&lt;br /&gt;14. devoted&lt;br /&gt;15. dahlia&lt;br /&gt;16. divine&lt;br /&gt;17. Eskimo&lt;br /&gt;18. exquisite&lt;br /&gt;19. esoteric&lt;br /&gt;20. exotic&lt;br /&gt;21. errata&lt;br /&gt;22. farfegnugen&lt;br /&gt;23. felonious&lt;br /&gt;24. fearless&lt;br /&gt;25. Fernortner (you had to be there)&lt;br /&gt;26. giraffe&lt;br /&gt;27. gargantuan&lt;br /&gt;28. gallant&lt;br /&gt;29. gist&lt;br /&gt;30. hello&lt;br /&gt;31. hint&lt;br /&gt;32. hibernate&lt;br /&gt;33. histrionics&lt;br /&gt;34. icicle&lt;br /&gt;35. ink&lt;br /&gt;36. ironic&lt;br /&gt;37. irridescent&lt;br /&gt;38. jingle&lt;br /&gt;39. jangle&lt;br /&gt;40. juxtapose&lt;br /&gt;41. just&lt;br /&gt;42. katydid&lt;br /&gt;43. kick-off&lt;br /&gt;44. karate (with an proper accent)&lt;br /&gt;45. Kittredge&lt;br /&gt;46. love&lt;br /&gt;47. left&lt;br /&gt;48. lore&lt;br /&gt;49. Louvre&lt;br /&gt;50. mellifluous&lt;br /&gt;51. magnanimous&lt;br /&gt;52. market&lt;br /&gt;53. mandible&lt;br /&gt;54. note&lt;br /&gt;55. non-pareil&lt;br /&gt;56. nodding&lt;br /&gt;57. neuron&lt;br /&gt;58. octopi&lt;br /&gt;59. octagonal&lt;br /&gt;60. orange&lt;br /&gt;61. origami&lt;br /&gt;62. pie&lt;br /&gt;63. purposeful&lt;br /&gt;63. prescient&lt;br /&gt;64. parsimonious&lt;br /&gt;65. quixotic&lt;br /&gt;66. quiet&lt;br /&gt;67. quoins&lt;br /&gt;68. quell&lt;br /&gt;69. reminiscent&lt;br /&gt;70. rampant&lt;br /&gt;71. rest&lt;br /&gt;72. return&lt;br /&gt;73. restorative&lt;br /&gt;74. simple&lt;br /&gt;75. semblance&lt;br /&gt;76. santorini&lt;br /&gt;77. spiff&lt;br /&gt;78. thank you&lt;br /&gt;79. travel&lt;br /&gt;80. terrarium&lt;br /&gt;81. tertiary&lt;br /&gt;82. umbrella&lt;br /&gt;83. understudy&lt;br /&gt;84. umpteenth&lt;br /&gt;85. up&lt;br /&gt;86. verity&lt;br /&gt;87. vein&lt;br /&gt;88. veer&lt;br /&gt;89. ventana&lt;br /&gt;90. weary&lt;br /&gt;91. wend&lt;br /&gt;92. way&lt;br /&gt;93. weave&lt;br /&gt;94. yarn&lt;br /&gt;95. yearn&lt;br /&gt;96. yes&lt;br /&gt;97. yesterday&lt;br /&gt;98. zebra&lt;br /&gt;99. zephyr&lt;br /&gt;100. Zanzibar&lt;br /&gt;101. Xanax (couldn't resist)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390502845252447874-7522847559519847084?l=101thingstonote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/feeds/7522847559519847084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-two-for-mrs-o.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390502845252447874/posts/default/7522847559519847084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390502845252447874/posts/default/7522847559519847084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-two-for-mrs-o.html' title='Day two, for Mrs. O'/><author><name>Mrs. Organic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jLheoDPFsi0/TUXPOJv-CdI/AAAAAAAAF7U/puABhEsr5CY/s220/mrsorganic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390502845252447874.post-8252817845324207932</id><published>2009-01-14T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:26:54.447-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mrs. O'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Day one, for Mrs. O</title><content type='html'>Here's my first list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. technology&lt;br /&gt;2. and how it keeps me in touch with old friends&lt;br /&gt;3. and new ones&lt;br /&gt;4. pain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. that make it possible for Ty to tolerate the bus ride to&lt;br /&gt;6. his school&lt;br /&gt;7. Ty's wonderful teacher&lt;br /&gt;8. Ty's compassionate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;intervener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. the principal who sent him a gift when he was going through chemo&lt;br /&gt;10. the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;busdriver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. wheelchairs&lt;br /&gt;12. easy-to-clean wood floors&lt;br /&gt;13. beautiful sunsets&lt;br /&gt;14. gorgeous dawns&lt;br /&gt;15. clear, brilliant blue skies&lt;br /&gt;16. paint!&lt;br /&gt;17. glorious paint&lt;br /&gt;18. and the painters who are coming tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;19. to beautify my space&lt;br /&gt;20. and therefore, I'm also grateful for masking tape&lt;br /&gt;21. and masking paper&lt;br /&gt;22. moving boxes&lt;br /&gt;23. books - which could take up 3 days worth (or more) of lists&lt;br /&gt;24. reading in bed under&lt;br /&gt;25. my down comforter&lt;br /&gt;26. cool, crisp sheets&lt;br /&gt;27. my pillow (oh, my pillow how I do love thee)&lt;br /&gt;28. yoga&lt;br /&gt;29. sports bras (seriously)&lt;br /&gt;30. hot, relaxing showers&lt;br /&gt;31. fuzzy bath mats&lt;br /&gt;32. giant bath towels&lt;br /&gt;33. space heater in the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;34. mirrors&lt;br /&gt;35. moisturizer&lt;br /&gt;36. makeup&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;blowdryer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. curling iron&lt;br /&gt;39. hairspray&lt;br /&gt;40. brush(I swear I'm nearly through everything that helps me get ready)&lt;br /&gt;41. deodorant&lt;br /&gt;42. boot-cut jeans (I know they are passe, but I'm still grateful for them)&lt;br /&gt;43. scrumptious wool socks - a hug for my feet&lt;br /&gt;44. electricity&lt;br /&gt;45. that powers my refrigerator&lt;br /&gt;46. and my morning light&lt;br /&gt;47. and my technology&lt;br /&gt;48. email&lt;br /&gt;49. cell phone&lt;br /&gt;50. dishwasher&lt;br /&gt;51. dusting - because tidying up feels nice&lt;br /&gt;52. a potty trained daughter - hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;53. putting pigtails in her hair&lt;br /&gt;54. the opportunity to travel with Mr. O, just the two of us this weekend&lt;br /&gt;55. the two of us!&lt;br /&gt;56. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;journaling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. homemade whole wheat bread&lt;br /&gt;58. lemon curd&lt;br /&gt;59. my aunt M~ helping me with Ty&lt;br /&gt;60. good doctors&lt;br /&gt;61. medicine&lt;br /&gt;62. sleep&lt;br /&gt;63. Copper - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;superdog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. watching her joy in eating snow&lt;br /&gt;65. neighbors who check in on you&lt;br /&gt;66. stories&lt;br /&gt;67. callings that stretch you&lt;br /&gt;68. faith (though still budding)&lt;br /&gt;69. past miracles&lt;br /&gt;70. especially hearing Ty call me mom&lt;br /&gt;71. the only good thing about chemo&lt;br /&gt;72. writing&lt;br /&gt;73. reading great writing&lt;br /&gt;74. counting blessings&lt;br /&gt;75. music, the loud dance your heart out kind&lt;br /&gt;76. and the soft, meditative kind&lt;br /&gt;77. my daughter M~, helping to clean up dinner (without being asked)&lt;br /&gt;78. S~ being praised by his photography teacher, it meant a lot to him&lt;br /&gt;79. N~ being able to memorize her vocabulary words&lt;br /&gt;80. E~ for always being my puppy and singing her soulful, puppy songs&lt;br /&gt;81. the piano, an instrument I hope to someday master&lt;br /&gt;82. dinner, all of us together&lt;br /&gt;83. many hands making light work&lt;br /&gt;84. my girls&lt;br /&gt;85. my boys&lt;br /&gt;86. my Mr. O and his very compassionate ways&lt;br /&gt;87. his example to me&lt;br /&gt;88. fabulous health insurance&lt;br /&gt;89. customer service representatives who are helpful&lt;br /&gt;90. and even the automated system whose magic word is "representative"&lt;br /&gt;91. pharmacy techs who go the extra mile to update all your info, even though you&lt;br /&gt;don't have an actual card, rather, just scribblings on an old grocery list&lt;br /&gt;92. And likewise, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;.'s offices - who help you sort out the insurance maze&lt;br /&gt;93. a pink, dusty sunset&lt;br /&gt;94. reflected moonlight&lt;br /&gt;95. olive oil&lt;br /&gt;96. a hot, steamy washcloth&lt;br /&gt;97. washing away the day&lt;br /&gt;98. warm puddles of lamplight&lt;br /&gt;99. snuggling&lt;br /&gt;100. Ambien&lt;br /&gt;101. Sleep, glorious sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390502845252447874-8252817845324207932?l=101thingstonote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/feeds/8252817845324207932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-one-for-mrs-o.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390502845252447874/posts/default/8252817845324207932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390502845252447874/posts/default/8252817845324207932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-one-for-mrs-o.html' title='Day one, for Mrs. O'/><author><name>Mrs. Organic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jLheoDPFsi0/TUXPOJv-CdI/AAAAAAAAF7U/puABhEsr5CY/s220/mrsorganic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390502845252447874.post-269269097277477271</id><published>2009-01-14T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T08:27:04.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justine: Jan 14</title><content type='html'>I could only do 50. I seriously need to improve my gratitude capabilities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my warm shower&lt;br /&gt;2. low side effects so far&lt;br /&gt;3. all the snow&lt;br /&gt;4. my sons tonka truck&lt;br /&gt;5. my quiet morning&lt;br /&gt;6. my running partner's wisdom&lt;br /&gt;7. advanced medicine&lt;br /&gt;8. yoga stretches&lt;br /&gt;9. my calling's difficulty&lt;br /&gt;10. my husband's socks&lt;br /&gt;11. listening to the kids practice piano in the mornings&lt;br /&gt;12. that my scriptures are so close&lt;br /&gt;13. that I've received an answer to some prayers&lt;br /&gt;14. my friends are so amazing&lt;br /&gt;15. my computer is still working&lt;br /&gt;16. I'm surrounded by good books&lt;br /&gt;17. my sil taking Isaac this morning&lt;br /&gt;18. I get to be a part of the PTA&lt;br /&gt;19. The Lord has asked something of me today&lt;br /&gt;20. I'm not out of ink toner&lt;br /&gt;21. the laundry is done for the week&lt;br /&gt;22. the house isn't completely trashed&lt;br /&gt;23. my nylons didn't run on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;24. I can go refill my meds today&lt;br /&gt;25. the library is free&lt;br /&gt;26. Jocy smiled through 20 falls during ice skating lessons&lt;br /&gt;27. I'm still happy&lt;br /&gt;28. Callie showed me what to do yesterday&lt;br /&gt;29. DH is serving in the church with such faithfulness&lt;br /&gt;30. DH is such a powerful and humble priesthood holder&lt;br /&gt;31. the kids are really making an effort to find testimonies&lt;br /&gt;32. Izzy is so excited to get baptized.&lt;br /&gt;33. The Lord has shown me such tender mercies today&lt;br /&gt;34. My kids still want to shovel the neighbor's driveway, after 5,000 previous shovelings.&lt;br /&gt;35. Isaac's hugs&lt;br /&gt;36. The heater's are still working&lt;br /&gt;37. that I know so many wonderful people&lt;br /&gt;38. the carpet is already vacuumed&lt;br /&gt;39. I have clean sheets&lt;br /&gt;40. I have another box of granola bars in the basement&lt;br /&gt;41. Segullah mailing is finished&lt;br /&gt;42. we don't own any pets&lt;br /&gt;43. the Devonas's let us use their pool&lt;br /&gt;44. DH made me laugh this morning&lt;br /&gt;45. kisses from my baby&lt;br /&gt;46. Alma&lt;br /&gt;47. we own 4 staplers&lt;br /&gt;48. that the track opens at 5 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;49. I got to go to bed at 8:30 last night&lt;br /&gt;50. DH showed me so much love this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390502845252447874-269269097277477271?l=101thingstonote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/feeds/269269097277477271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/2009/01/justine-jan-14.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390502845252447874/posts/default/269269097277477271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390502845252447874/posts/default/269269097277477271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/2009/01/justine-jan-14.html' title='Justine: Jan 14'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15796718258913715805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_W7qKPtfQn6M/RfLcsCyHRWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VXQphHMitzk/s320/72+justine+and+aunt+stacys+dog+1972.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390502845252447874.post-7102004624390305956</id><published>2009-01-14T05:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T18:39:22.674-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dalene'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><title type='text'>for the beauty of the earth</title><content type='html'>1. the scent of fresh lavender rubbed between my fingertips&lt;br /&gt;2. the shades of blue in a well-fed hydrangea&lt;br /&gt;3. cooing pigeons&lt;br /&gt;4. cooing doves&lt;br /&gt;5. the chatter of a young raccoon&lt;br /&gt;6. dolphins&lt;br /&gt;7. dolphin chatter&lt;br /&gt;8. flight--any: pigeons tumbling (you should come see it at my house), hawks and eagles (but not while the pigeons are flying&lt;br /&gt;9. whales breaching&lt;br /&gt;10. whale song&lt;br /&gt;11. the color of coral&lt;br /&gt;12. the color of water--ocean water, and also the piercing blue of Starvation Reservoir&lt;br /&gt;13. red rocks of Southern Utah.&lt;br /&gt;14. the lakes of Finland&lt;br /&gt;15. Monument Valley&lt;br /&gt;16. the Oregon coast&lt;br /&gt;17. Heceta Head Lighthouse&lt;br /&gt;18. Devil's Elbow&lt;br /&gt;19. Cannon Beach&lt;br /&gt;20. Multnomah Falls&lt;br /&gt;21. The Columbia River Gorge&lt;br /&gt;22. The entire Willamette Valley&lt;br /&gt;23. the wild blackberries that grew along my back fence in my childhood home&lt;br /&gt;24. all the berries that thrived in our garden&lt;br /&gt;25. fresh peaches&lt;br /&gt;26. vine-ripened tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;27. freshly picked and immediately cooked corn on the cob slathered with butter and sprinkled with sea salt&lt;br /&gt;28. sun-ripened fresh strawberries&lt;br /&gt;29. pears&lt;br /&gt;30. the golden glint of a row of jars filled with freshly canned pears&lt;br /&gt;31. fresh beets&lt;br /&gt;32. fertile soil&lt;br /&gt;33. lying on your back on warm green grass on a summer's day and watching the clouds float by&lt;br /&gt;34. sunrise over Y mountain&lt;br /&gt;35. sunrise over a thousand lakes in Finland&lt;br /&gt;36. sunset over the west desert&lt;br /&gt;37. sunset over any beach on the Oregon coast&lt;br /&gt;38. sunset over another thousand lakes in Finland&lt;br /&gt;39. the night sky over Salt Lake (as viewed twice now from the Huntsman Institute)&lt;br /&gt;40. the night sky over Utah Valley as viewed from anywhere on the east bench&lt;br /&gt;41. a row of tiny baby quail in the backyard (or crossing the street--I brake for baby quail)&lt;br /&gt;42. baby chicks&lt;br /&gt;43. rooster crow&lt;br /&gt;44. farm fresh eggs&lt;br /&gt;45. newborn fawns&lt;br /&gt;46. seals&lt;br /&gt;47. otters--they know how to play, yes the do&lt;br /&gt;48. penguins&lt;br /&gt;49. polar bears&lt;br /&gt;50. Bridal Veil Falls&lt;br /&gt;51. a good lightening storm&lt;br /&gt;52. how big the stars are once you get out of the city&lt;br /&gt;52. the vineyards near Reims, France&lt;br /&gt;52. the Rhine River Valley&lt;br /&gt;52. the cliffs of Dover&lt;br /&gt;53. tulips in Belgium&lt;br /&gt;54. the rolling green hills in England&lt;br /&gt;55. jelly fish (in tanks and in the ocean, not when they're wrapped around your ankles&lt;br /&gt;56. the bright bright colors of tropical fish&lt;br /&gt;57. the wildflowers at Yellowstone&lt;br /&gt;58. the clarity of the water at Big Springs, the source of one of the forks of the Snake River&lt;br /&gt;59. the warmth of the sun any spring afternoon&lt;br /&gt;60. the cool you start to feel in the air September nights&lt;br /&gt;61. the touch of a breeze on your face and in your hair&lt;br /&gt;62. the feel of water&lt;br /&gt;63. the taste of water&lt;br /&gt;64. snowflakes on my nose and eyelashes&lt;br /&gt;64. Timp when she's wearing her snow dress&lt;br /&gt;65. the vivid hues of fall leaves&lt;br /&gt;66. the crunch of leaves underfoot&lt;br /&gt;67. the crunch of snow underfoot&lt;br /&gt;68. the crunch of ice under teeth&lt;br /&gt;69. the scent of sagebrush&lt;br /&gt;70. the scent of sage rubbed between your fingers, too&lt;br /&gt;71. rosemary&lt;br /&gt;72. lemon thyme&lt;br /&gt;73. a whiff of lilac blossoms (who says that smell is for old people?)&lt;br /&gt;74. a whiff of mock orange blossoms&lt;br /&gt;75. crabapple blossoms bowing the branches of the tree in our front yard&lt;br /&gt;76. Virginia Creeper in the fall&lt;br /&gt;77. fresh (and wormless) cherries&lt;br /&gt;78. squares of farmland--yellow and all shades of green--dotting the countryside&lt;br /&gt;79. the rush of water over river rock&lt;br /&gt;80. that cool feeling of wet sand between your toes&lt;br /&gt;81. submerging your feet in any water--oceans, lakes or streams&lt;br /&gt;82. echoes&lt;br /&gt;83. puppies--any&lt;br /&gt;84. the work ethic of a beaver&lt;br /&gt;85. willow leaves&lt;br /&gt;86. shade on a hot summer's day&lt;br /&gt;87. bird chirping in the spring&lt;br /&gt;88. cricket song at summer night&lt;br /&gt;89. the gorgeousness of Daniel's Summit and Strawberry Valley almost any time of year&lt;br /&gt;90. the quaking of aspen&lt;br /&gt;91. the lush green of almost anywhere in the Pacific Northwest&lt;br /&gt;92. the taste of ocean salt spray &lt;br /&gt;93. the sound of waves crashing against the surf&lt;br /&gt;94. the feel of body surfing&lt;br /&gt;95. the magic of tide pools&lt;br /&gt;96. the wonder of seeds sprouting&lt;br /&gt;97. the glow of a full moon&lt;br /&gt;98. the embrace of the Wasatch Mountains&lt;br /&gt;99. the magic play of light, sound and energy during a storm&lt;br /&gt;100. sunbeams&lt;br /&gt;101. at least 101 gorgeous places to be in Provo Canyon during any season of the year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390502845252447874-7102004624390305956?l=101thingstonote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/feeds/7102004624390305956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-beauty-of-earth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390502845252447874/posts/default/7102004624390305956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390502845252447874/posts/default/7102004624390305956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-beauty-of-earth.html' title='for the beauty of the earth'/><author><name>dalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13414972890937798371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G3lY6wCwyNk/SNJHG74yf1I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/2q2vzKEKFVc/S220/Rowley_Head1_BW+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390502845252447874.post-118922125747992331</id><published>2009-01-13T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T18:38:47.404-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dalene'/><title type='text'>Gratitude 101</title><content type='html'>100 things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our stake president recently challenged the members of the high council to list 100 things they were thankful for each day for 10 days. Some of them (and the wife of one) have talked about what an extraordinary experience it has been for them. Care to join me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. nightfall&lt;br /&gt;2. shadows of bare tree branches&lt;br /&gt;3. generous and genuine hugs and snuggles from K~&lt;br /&gt;4. how L~ asked me to cut her hair last night (huge show of trust) and really liked it&lt;br /&gt;5. how even though I haven't cut hair for a decade I managed to do a decent job and I liked it, too&lt;br /&gt;6, 7, 8. L~'s passion, energy and openness&lt;br /&gt;9. the hope implied an inherent in each new day&lt;br /&gt;10. Sandy Olsen's loving phone call last night when she heard about Shane&lt;br /&gt;11. The promise of prayers--more now from the Olsen's and from Sandy's mother who, apparently has faith to make things happen (those are the kind of people you want on your side when tragedy strikes for sure!)&lt;br /&gt;12. kids who make a greater effort (on most days) to do better: go to bed early (L~), get up and be to early morning seminary on time (Z~)&lt;br /&gt;13. how K~ wanted to teach FHE last night and did so&lt;br /&gt;14. that for once I was smart enough to help him w/ the funky way they do math these days&lt;br /&gt;15. seeing the return of one of my work friends after his recovery from a vicious attack&lt;br /&gt;16. having a work environment that feels like family&lt;br /&gt;17. words&lt;br /&gt;18. having my brother who doesn't call much, call me Sunday&lt;br /&gt;19. knowing how much he meant it when he said he wishes he were here to give me a big hug&lt;br /&gt;20. the prayers of the children&lt;br /&gt;21. modern medicine&lt;br /&gt;22. living in a place where a miracle like the Huntsman Institute can be created, exist and thrive&lt;br /&gt;23. warmth of central heating&lt;br /&gt;24. knocking several bills off my to-pay list&lt;br /&gt;25. having simple hope that things will work out (the bills)&lt;br /&gt;26. having simple hope that we will be able to manage (the bills)&lt;br /&gt;27. the very real blessings that come from having a missionary out serving the Lord&lt;br /&gt;28. fine, I'll list some: the good spirit that prevails (most of the time--more than before) in your home&lt;br /&gt;29. the feeling of peace you have&lt;br /&gt;30. the fact that you don't worry--you really don't--because you know God and angels--both of earth and of heaven--attend him&lt;br /&gt;31. the blessing that come from praying so much more for the missionaries&lt;br /&gt;32. learning that you've been bearing witness, testimony, to his companions mother this whole time believe she too was a member when in fact she is not&lt;br /&gt;33. feeling good about the way you've been bearing witness and testimony because your son has been challenging you to have missionary experiences and you realize that in some small way here you have&lt;br /&gt;34. bearing witness and testimony in general--it feels good to be a witness for the good and truth you see in your life&lt;br /&gt;35. the beauty of the earth, specifically:&lt;br /&gt;36. the sound of rain&lt;br /&gt;37. the feel of rain&lt;br /&gt;38. the scent of rain&lt;br /&gt;39. the thought of rain filling up reservoirs and quenching thirst, both literally and&lt;br /&gt;40. I don't know the word, somehow spiritually and emotionally, too&lt;br /&gt;41. knowing how the rain will make the flowers grow&lt;br /&gt;42. hearing the haunting melody of the that song (Eponine's song--Les Mis) as I wrote those words "the rain will make the flowers grow"&lt;br /&gt;43. falling snow&lt;br /&gt;44. the way the snow blankets the earth&lt;br /&gt;45. the promise of the water within the snow&lt;br /&gt;46. the way the snow muffles sound and brings peace and quiet to your world, your life&lt;br /&gt;47. watching kids play in the snow&lt;br /&gt;48. snow angels&lt;br /&gt;49. the feeling I had looking at all the pictures people have posted on Facebook of their families playing in the snow&lt;br /&gt;50. especially b.'s family having fun together sledding on mattress&lt;br /&gt;51. the morning&lt;br /&gt;52. watching the day break&lt;br /&gt;53. seeing the lights turn on slowly, one by one, in the houses dotting my street&lt;br /&gt;54. imagining the warming houses as the heat turns on and the hustle and bustle as families wake and prepare for their day&lt;br /&gt;55. the gift of another day&lt;br /&gt;56. watching shadows fall away&lt;br /&gt;57. appreciating the beauty of those shadows&lt;br /&gt;58. but also embracing the light&lt;br /&gt;59. the fact that there are different shades, tones, colors and nuances in the light&lt;br /&gt;60. being able to pray sincerely for people who wound me&lt;br /&gt;61. being able to hope I can love and serve them better even though they bring pain into my life&lt;br /&gt;62. I guess just the hope that I can be a better person&lt;br /&gt;63. and try/learn to not be as selfish&lt;br /&gt;64. and instead be more generous&lt;br /&gt;65. and that hurt will heal&lt;br /&gt;66. and I can overcome&lt;br /&gt;67. and maybe rise above&lt;br /&gt;68. and hopefully bless the people who hurt me&lt;br /&gt;69. hoping I can do that in a sincere and meaningful way&lt;br /&gt;70. quiet&lt;br /&gt;71. thinking&lt;br /&gt;72. feeling&lt;br /&gt;73. being aware&lt;br /&gt;74. and in some ways oblivious&lt;br /&gt;75. being an "in the moment" kind of gal&lt;br /&gt;76. at least mostly anyway&lt;br /&gt;77. trust&lt;br /&gt;78. I trust God&lt;br /&gt;79. realizing that isn't something that comes easily to people, but knowing I do&lt;br /&gt;80. and appreciating the way it lessens my fear&lt;br /&gt;81. and my worries&lt;br /&gt;82. the fact that though I am a bit crazy, I am less so because of some combination of #75 and #77 above&lt;br /&gt;83. being OK w/ my own level of craziness (at least on most days)&lt;br /&gt;84. that darn cat&lt;br /&gt;85. and loving how it has worked its way into our hearts (even though we are allergic)&lt;br /&gt;86. that so far it hasn't eaten our bird (although yesterday it tried)&lt;br /&gt;87. leftovers&lt;br /&gt;88. hand-me-downs that more often than coincidence would allow end up being the right thing at the right time&lt;br /&gt;89. my husband (this is the introduction--I want to do a full one hundred on each of my family members)&lt;br /&gt;90. being reminded of the difference he makes in the lives of others (OK, more later)&lt;br /&gt;91. Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;92. and how I know it leads into Wednesday--which is the day of missionary mail&lt;br /&gt;93. and how waiting on Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;94. and receiving on Wednesday gets me halfway through the week&lt;br /&gt;95. the way the moon sometimes shines through the branches of the tree outside my west bedroom window and draws beautiful and mysterious shadows on my bed&lt;br /&gt;96. and the walls of my room&lt;br /&gt;97. and my awareness of the beauty in that&lt;br /&gt;98. having a flex spend account&lt;br /&gt;99. knowing we upped the withholding for it this year&lt;br /&gt;100. knowing I can do what it takes to appeal denied insurance claims when I need to&lt;br /&gt;101. being an extra-mile kind of girl when it comes to counting blessings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390502845252447874-118922125747992331?l=101thingstonote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/feeds/118922125747992331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/2009/01/100-things-our-stake-president-recently.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390502845252447874/posts/default/118922125747992331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390502845252447874/posts/default/118922125747992331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101thingstonote.blogspot.com/2009/01/100-things-our-stake-president-recently.html' title='Gratitude 101'/><author><name>dalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13414972890937798371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G3lY6wCwyNk/SNJHG74yf1I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/2q2vzKEKFVc/S220/Rowley_Head1_BW+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
