<?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-6403333</id><updated>2012-01-19T21:38:34.331-05:00</updated><category term='Free food'/><category term='back to school'/><category term='Games'/><category term='laundry'/><category term='baby'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Walmart'/><category term='household goods'/><category term='Update'/><category term='music'/><category term='Fisher Price'/><category term='office supplies'/><category term='Free stuff'/><category term='Hoosiers'/><category term='toys'/><title type='text'>CLowe's Ramblings</title><subtitle type='html'>So long ago and far away I used to blog regularly on things that were close to a wondering or at least I'd ramble about something . . . now after chasing children I have no time to pontificate so I hope to convey practical ways to get free stuff over the internet!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-3006329386913327097</id><published>2008-08-25T09:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T10:02:56.657-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God likes Boggle</title><content type='html'>So Anna and Brian have recently taken up playing Boggle in the evenings together. &amp;nbsp;Anna's getting pretty good at it, finding some words we don't see upon occasion (air and coin were her biggest finds last week) and as she has B's logical mathematical brain, I'm sure she'll be beating my pants off soon. &amp;nbsp;This is the EXACT reason why I don't like to play Boggle with Brian b/c he ALWAYS beats me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SLK7VsQY9uI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ZDNPyJwlgN8/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SLK7VsQY9uI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/hm19oD0HUvg/s320-R/DSC00007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, here's a pic of one of their recent Boggle shakes . . . we were amazed to see the words God, Lord, Quit, Sin, and Self on the board. &amp;nbsp;This has serious potential to become an internet forward but I'm going to resist and only post it here. &amp;nbsp;I PROMISE we did not arrange the letters or anything like that. &amp;nbsp;This is simply what came out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-3006329386913327097?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3006329386913327097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=3006329386913327097' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/3006329386913327097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/3006329386913327097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2008/08/god-likes-boggle.html' title='God likes Boggle'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SLK7VsQY9uI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/hm19oD0HUvg/s72-Rc/DSC00007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-4589202051216933549</id><published>2008-08-20T17:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T18:00:37.507-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>The Queen of Free</title><content type='html'>So I know what you're thinking . . . just when we get used to Cherie posting on a regular basis, she disappears into nothingness. &amp;nbsp;And while you had braced yourself for me to be gone for two years (or at least two months), I have good news! &amp;nbsp;I have launched a new blog - www.queenoffree.blogspot.com where you can continue to check out the latest and greatest freebies. &amp;nbsp;I am aiming to post a new one everyday. &amp;nbsp;I am hoping to collect a little do-re-mi off my google ads, so tell all of your friends, visit often, and click an ad or two if the product interests you! &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do plan to continue to post on here from time to time with pics of the girls and updates on the Lowes, A-Z. &amp;nbsp;So don't take me off your blogroll just yet! &amp;nbsp;But do visit Queen of Free every day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-4589202051216933549?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.queenoffree.blogspot.com' title='The Queen of Free'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4589202051216933549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=4589202051216933549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/4589202051216933549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/4589202051216933549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2008/08/queen-of-free.html' title='The Queen of Free'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-4028169344984461254</id><published>2008-08-19T08:39:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T08:58:04.199-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='household goods'/><title type='text'>Everyone Needs it Freebie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKq_ae_U1EI/AAAAAAAAAG8/AX4plBJvKBs/s1600-h/toilet_paper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKq_ae_U1EI/AAAAAAAAAG8/AX4plBJvKBs/s320/toilet_paper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236207978487796802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or at least I hope everyone needs it, uses it, etc.  So you need to directly click over &lt;a href="http://instoresnow.walmart.com/enhancedrendercontent_ektid49548.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to Walmart's Free Samples and get yourself a free roll of toilet paper (supplies are limited so HURRY!).  Who wouldn't want to save a few pennies on something essential like this?  And since it's a whole roll and not just a little packet of TP, it's well worth a few seconds of your day!  If you're picky when it comes to your brands, this a quality one, Scott Extra Soft which is also a Box Tops for Education participant so a highly rated product in our household.  Now even if you don't use it for it's proper function, the fall season will be upon us soon and you can use it to *ahem* decorate your neighbor's yard.  If you liked today's freebie, leave me me a little comment love.  I'd like to know who's out there reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-4028169344984461254?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://instoresnow.walmart.com/enhancedrendercontent_ektid49548.aspx' title='Everyone Needs it Freebie'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4028169344984461254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=4028169344984461254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/4028169344984461254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/4028169344984461254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2008/08/everyone-needs-it-freebie.html' title='Everyone Needs it Freebie'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKq_ae_U1EI/AAAAAAAAAG8/AX4plBJvKBs/s72-c/toilet_paper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-3271838080444831568</id><published>2008-08-18T11:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T08:57:33.173-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free stuff'/><title type='text'>FREE MONEY MONDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKmbs8YFXQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/-z9Uw7pzx_I/s1600-h/bnr_subhead.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKmbs8YFXQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/-z9Uw7pzx_I/s320/bnr_subhead.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235887238218603778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, so it's not really currency that you can spend, but today's freebie is kind of/sort of money!  Let's say your dog has eaten all of your Monopoly money OR your school aged kid has gotten turned on to origami and all of your $500 bills have mysteriously transformed into flying birds, what's a board game lover to do?  Well, you can turn to this &lt;a href="http://www.hasbro.com/games/kid-games/monopoly/default.cfm?page=StrategyGuide/gametools"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; and print your own money!  For some reason, it won't let me link it directly, so scroll down and click on the yellow Monopoly card and find handy dandy pdf files for $1, $5, $10, $20, $50, $100, and $500 dollar bills.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-3271838080444831568?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3271838080444831568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=3271838080444831568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/3271838080444831568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/3271838080444831568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2008/08/free-money-monday.html' title='FREE MONEY MONDAY'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKmbs8YFXQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/-z9Uw7pzx_I/s72-c/bnr_subhead.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-7208595751126276681</id><published>2008-08-15T19:26:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T08:57:17.856-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back to school'/><title type='text'>Free Chicken Sandwich</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKYQvzzJbuI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IngweT4dK7Y/s1600-h/chickbiscuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKYQvzzJbuI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IngweT4dK7Y/s320/chickbiscuit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234890030409412322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today's freebie in honor of the commercial that makes me laugh the hardest during the Olympics is for a &lt;a href="http://www.facetheglory.com/"&gt;Free McDonalds Chicken Biscuit&lt;/a&gt;.  I'm loving the commercial that features world class athletes saying how early you have to get up in the morning to be in training AND to eat a sandwich laden with fat and nastiness.  I've had one of these and they're ok . . . no where near as good as the Chickfila Chicken Biscuit (which according to my husband will be running a BOGO sort of deal this month in our area).  And oh by the way not so great for your health.  I do NOT give it the CLowe stamp of approval for increasing your level of health.  Just to note, this is not a free freebie.  You must purchase a drink in order to get the free sandwich which is my book is not a true freebie, but if it works for you, go for the gold.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTE: You need to click on Get Free Offer and fill out a short form to get the free sandwich.  They won't just hand one to you an it looks like they might give you one of the lunch sandwiches instead if you don't get up pretty early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-7208595751126276681?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7208595751126276681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=7208595751126276681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/7208595751126276681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/7208595751126276681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2008/08/free-chicken-sandwich.html' title='Free Chicken Sandwich'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKYQvzzJbuI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IngweT4dK7Y/s72-c/chickbiscuit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-7820596494575193808</id><published>2008-08-15T19:05:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T08:56:58.650-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back to school'/><title type='text'>Back to School Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKYMTvhwsVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3hRVcsSLsJY/s1600-h/Seattles_best.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKYMTvhwsVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3hRVcsSLsJY/s320/Seattles_best.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234885150179897682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKYL-c7d77I/AAAAAAAAAGc/bkZUvnRWoJI/s1600-h/coffeecup_home.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So today's back to school freebie is not for your average first grader.  I'm thinking more along the lines of your all nighter pulling college students or maybe the worn out mommy of a first grader.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I first had Seattle's Best Coffee about 11 years ago when I visited my brother in you guessed it . . . Seattle.  I remember thinking it was a better taste than Starbucks (even though I am a HUGE bucks fan!).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.startsampling.com/sm/100198/captureAddress.iphtml"&gt;This sample&lt;/a&gt; is linked out from a site called "Start Sampling."  An excellent place where you can find freebies on your own without my help.  I just bring the very best ones to you and save you a little leg work and hopefully provide a brief moment of brevity along with your freebie link.  :)  I've gotten a few of these samples before.  They are a great size to give you a taste of the coffee (makes 2 pots for us) OR wonderful for a gift basket or care package.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bottoms up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-7820596494575193808?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7820596494575193808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=7820596494575193808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/7820596494575193808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/7820596494575193808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-school-coffee.html' title='Back to School Coffee'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKYMTvhwsVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3hRVcsSLsJY/s72-c/Seattles_best.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-8537207332457674225</id><published>2008-08-14T19:34:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T20:44:17.972-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back to school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walmart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laundry'/><title type='text'>Keep It Clean, Folks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKTO7la-AAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/u0c7xlcUoUg/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKTO7la-AAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/u0c7xlcUoUg/s320/DSC00006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234536189964189698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok folks, here's today's freebie . . . kind of another back to school one.  Ever&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKTEHZXVu5I/AAAAAAAAAFk/xIpsa7QASUg/s320/Tide.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234524298258267026" /&gt;yone needs clean clothes when they go back to school and to get that, why not try out &lt;a href="http://www.startsampling.com/sm/100401/captureAddress.iphtml?item=100401&amp;amp;source=&amp;amp;h=0814184410"&gt;Tide Total Care&lt;/a&gt; free from Walmart?  Just a reminder that Walmart's (ever hear Walmart referred to Walmarts?  Drives me nuts!) samples are fantastic, come quickly and always a good bet.  While you're on the Walmart site, check out what else is available - there are usually 5-7 samples.  Look for the tab that says "In Stores Now" and then scroll to Free samples and trials.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of Back to School, here's a picture of Anna on her first day of first grade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-8537207332457674225?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8537207332457674225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=8537207332457674225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/8537207332457674225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/8537207332457674225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2008/08/keep-it-clean-folks.html' title='Keep It Clean, Folks'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKTO7la-AAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/u0c7xlcUoUg/s72-c/DSC00006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-1980135408413857673</id><published>2008-08-13T15:21:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T08:56:35.458-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back to school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office supplies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free stuff'/><title type='text'>Back to School Freebie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKM6_0xZKdI/AAAAAAAAAFc/DE_9_zKm8U8/s1600-h/Romy+and+Michele.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKM6_0xZKdI/AAAAAAAAAFc/DE_9_zKm8U8/s320/Romy+and+Michele.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234092060106631634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today's freebie, in honor of all those students returning to the classroom this week, is a &lt;a href="http://www3.3m.com/qfrm/ShowSurvey?surveyid=JOFOCMH8"&gt;pack of free post-it notes from 3M&lt;/a&gt;.  3M usually has great freebies.  They are a little on the smaller size (for instance this one is for a 4 x 6 pack of 10 post its made from recycled paper . . . post-it flashback . . . I just thought of Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion) but they are always first class and occasionally you hit the jackpot.  I once got a little hard backed note book with pen which was way cute!  Stay tuned this week for back to school goodies and teacher freebies.  You too can have stocked cabinets of free office products in your home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-1980135408413857673?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www3.3m.com/qfrm/ShowSurvey?surveyid=JOFOCMH8' title='Back to School Freebie'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1980135408413857673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=1980135408413857673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/1980135408413857673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/1980135408413857673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-school-freebie.html' title='Back to School Freebie'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKM6_0xZKdI/AAAAAAAAAFc/DE_9_zKm8U8/s72-c/Romy+and+Michele.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-4864411244403309604</id><published>2008-08-12T15:42:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T21:39:06.924-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fisher Price'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>House Par-tay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So my newest fun find on the internet with the potential fun free stuff is www.houseparty.com.  It's a site where you can test market new products by throwing a party in your home.  The products vary from new tv shows before they release to food items like candy or Grey Poupon.  Obviously, anything baby related catches my eye right now and there have been a few of those, too.  In particular Gerber and Pampers have had parties up this summer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I am overjoyed that I was selected to have a House Party for Fisher Price this September.  I get to gather girlfriends together and test some new baby toys for infants aged 6 months - 36 months.  NO purchases, no pressure, just a chance to look at new toys AND the best thing of all is that I get to give away ten smaller toys and keep three large ones for Zoe!  YIPEEE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's one of the larger ones, the Amazing Animals Spinning Zoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKHwph6LEqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/XkxMRpY3LJ0/s1600-h/FP+Musical+Zoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKHwph6LEqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/XkxMRpY3LJ0/s320/FP+Musical+Zoo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233728838248895138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next we have the FP Laugh and Learn Fun with Friends Musical Table.  The legs come off and it can sit flat on the floor, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKHvbnKtF3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TpgceBDvEzo/s1600-h/FB+Table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKHvbnKtF3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TpgceBDvEzo/s320/FB+Table.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233727499630614386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best of all is the Laugh &amp;amp; Learn Smart Bounce Pony which looks way cool - not only a riding toy but interactive with the tv, too!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKHtbkOIMJI/AAAAAAAAAEs/cvwIjww1Srk/s320/FP+Pony.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233725299816411282" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow, I'll post pics of the toys that I'll be giving away to my guests.  There will also be coupons for great FP products.  Woohoo, it can't come soon enough!  So two thumbs up for houseparty.com from this gal.  Check it out for yourself, but don't forget to invite me to your party if you land one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-4864411244403309604?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4864411244403309604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=4864411244403309604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/4864411244403309604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/4864411244403309604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2008/08/house-par-tay.html' title='House Par-tay'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKHwph6LEqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/XkxMRpY3LJ0/s72-c/FP+Musical+Zoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-9070918420519937532</id><published>2008-08-11T15:23:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T07:34:52.726-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hoosiers'/><title type='text'>Testing 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCcX57jF3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GerigirxssY/s1600-h/glasses_printpromo-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCcX57jF3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GerigirxssY/s320/glasses_printpromo-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233354701506025330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not sure anyone is really out there any more since I post so infrequently.  I am changing direction and trying to post something small every day.  We'll see if it works!  Anyway many of you know that I am addicted to getting something for nothing . . . I am the self proclaimed Queen of Free!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the freebie of the day from Walmart.  Walmart has great free samples which come quickly through the mail.  No 4-6 weeks of waiting there!  They change over their products on a consistent basis and you can depend on them not selling or giving your information to spam sites.  Today's freebie is an &lt;a href="http://instoresnow.walmart.com/enhancedrendercontent_ektid48622.aspx"&gt;Orville Redenbacher Popcorn Cake snack&lt;/a&gt;.  I can't testify to its nutritional content because I haven't seen the fact label.  Happy Freebie.  By the way, I must take this moment to help you remember that ole Orville hails from Indiana (Brazil, specifically for those fans of the Wabash Valley) so he was a fellow Hoosier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-9070918420519937532?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/9070918420519937532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=9070918420519937532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/9070918420519937532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/9070918420519937532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2008/08/testing-1-2-3.html' title='Testing 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . .'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCcX57jF3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GerigirxssY/s72-c/glasses_printpromo-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-3758188991656720494</id><published>2008-03-24T12:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T21:39:23.965-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Hooked</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/R-fbxa5zrsI/AAAAAAAAADI/FuYVyncKc5I/s1600-h/imgcntplayer.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/R-fbxa5zrsI/AAAAAAAAADI/FuYVyncKc5I/s320/imgcntplayer.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181351538394902210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I have a bit more "at home" time on my hands with a newborn and the fact that I am still on meds from the C-section (I haven't had any today yet so that's a good sign!).  I had seen a series of CDs before I was even pregnant with Zoe that I was interested in called &lt;a href="http://www.rockabyebabymusic.com/web/page.asp"&gt;"Rockabye Baby&lt;/a&gt;"  This record label has taken classic hits from classic rock and punk bands and transformed them into lullaby music. From Nirvana, Metallica, AC/DC, Bob Marley, The Eagles, Radiohead, Tool, Nine Inch Nails to the Beach Boys, the Beatles, the Ramones, U2, No Doubt, Green Day and more a lot of fantastic bands are covered.  To most it might sound a bit annoying but compared to Baby Einstein this stuff is glorious, I say, glorious.  I just spent a little time and money on iTunes (making good on those gift cards my hubby got me for Christmas) buying a few tracks.  I got "Clocks" from Coldplay, "Basketcase" from Green Day, "Don't Speak" by No Doubt, "Here Comes the Sun" by the Beatles, and "God Only Knows" by the Beach Boys all remade into this lullaby format.  Check out the link but if you're going to buy the music, I suggest iTunes as it's cheaper on there.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-3758188991656720494?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3758188991656720494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=3758188991656720494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/3758188991656720494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/3758188991656720494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2008/03/hooked.html' title='Hooked'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/R-fbxa5zrsI/AAAAAAAAADI/FuYVyncKc5I/s72-c/imgcntplayer.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-5310904515317782969</id><published>2008-03-18T06:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T06:49:12.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of Zoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/R9-doT_hqlI/AAAAAAAAACg/djTqpOGtymw/s1600-h/DSC00136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/R9-doT_hqlI/AAAAAAAAACg/djTqpOGtymw/s320/DSC00136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179031412386409042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/R9-doj_hqmI/AAAAAAAAACo/PK10h5IeAFk/s1600-h/DSC00143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/R9-doj_hqmI/AAAAAAAAACo/PK10h5IeAFk/s320/DSC00143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179031416681376354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/R9-doj_hqnI/AAAAAAAAACw/_ssBcVjSSJk/s1600-h/DSC00139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/R9-doj_hqnI/AAAAAAAAACw/_ssBcVjSSJk/s320/DSC00139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179031416681376370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/R9-doz_hqoI/AAAAAAAAAC4/reHouz3q6Es/s1600-h/DSC00071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/R9-doz_hqoI/AAAAAAAAAC4/reHouz3q6Es/s320/DSC00071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179031420976343682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/R9-dpD_hqpI/AAAAAAAAADA/jf2VqZs7q64/s1600-h/DSC00077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/R9-dpD_hqpI/AAAAAAAAADA/jf2VqZs7q64/s320/DSC00077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179031425271310994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that you can go to this &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=97344&amp;l=c40d3&amp;id=809100460"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; and view my Facebook album of Zoe (even if you don't have a Facebook account.  Let me know if you can view them if you don't have an account.  In the meantime here are a few pictures to hold you over.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-5310904515317782969?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=97344&amp;l=c40d3&amp;id=809100460' title='Pictures of Zoe'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5310904515317782969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=5310904515317782969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/5310904515317782969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/5310904515317782969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2008/03/pictures-of-zoe.html' title='Pictures of Zoe'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/R9-doT_hqlI/AAAAAAAAACg/djTqpOGtymw/s72-c/DSC00136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-6475515122244711656</id><published>2008-02-14T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T13:33:03.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Could not be more excited about a movie . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="327" id="uvp_fop"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://l.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=6441610&amp;rd=eyc-off&amp;ympsc=&amp;postpanelEnable=1&amp;prepanelEnable=1&amp;infopanelEnable=1&amp;carouselEnable=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height="327" width="400" id="uvp_fop" allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://l.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=6441610&amp;rd=eyc-off&amp;ympsc=&amp;prepanelEnable=1&amp;infopanelEnable=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-6475515122244711656?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6475515122244711656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=6475515122244711656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/6475515122244711656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/6475515122244711656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2008/02/could-not-be-more-excited-about-movie.html' title='Could not be more excited about a movie . . .'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-555852095438828328</id><published>2008-02-03T17:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T17:27:40.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>KidStuf turns 1!</title><content type='html'>Many of you know that I've been busy leading a ministry called KidStuf this past year.  Today we celebrated our first birthday and had a big 'ole birthday bash complete with cake, party favors, hats, and more.  A fantastically talented fella at church put together a video of some of our "greatest" hits from the last year.  Here it is . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z86obI0NNV0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z86obI0NNV0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-555852095438828328?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/555852095438828328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=555852095438828328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/555852095438828328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/555852095438828328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2008/02/kidstuf-turns-1.html' title='KidStuf turns 1!'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-1102293907829135574</id><published>2008-01-20T18:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T18:09:33.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cg3QUAGpq04&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cg3QUAGpq04&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-1102293907829135574?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1102293907829135574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=1102293907829135574' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/1102293907829135574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/1102293907829135574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2008/01/little-fun.html' title='A little fun'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-383800943879537626</id><published>2008-01-05T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T13:20:21.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a long time . . .</title><content type='html'>So nothing like 6 months of blogging absence to bring a girl back on the scene.  Oops, sorry.  Shortly after the RAIN ride, we found out that I was actually 4-5 weeks pregnant when I trucked across the state.  We're working on the urban legend to make it sound like I was closer to 7 months pregnant and rode 160 miles across the state.  Makes me sound a little bit tougher.  :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, recently my fitness routine has been on hiatus as I have been having Braxton Hicks contractions @ 7 PM if I'm not laying down on the couch.  So I got a strongly worded reprimand from the nurse practitioner on Thursday of last week to rest as much as possible.  I'm obeying to the best of my ability.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as I'm dreaming of doing a 5K this coming summer, I'm reading a few new favorite fitness blogs.  Here are my picks for the new year if you're looking to be a fitter you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fitsugar.com"&gt;Fit Sugar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thatsfit.com"&gt;That's Fit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://liftnews.squarespace.com/"&gt;LIFT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best Fit Sugar article 'o the day is this &lt;a href="http://www.thatsfit.com/2008/01/05/tony-the-tiger-died-from-diabetes/"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt; about the &lt;a href="http://www.blogsoop.com/blog/tony-the-tiger-dead-today-a-result-of-diabetic-complications/"&gt;passing of Tony the Tiger&lt;/a&gt; due to complications from Type 2 Diabetes.  Enjoy the sites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-383800943879537626?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/383800943879537626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=383800943879537626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/383800943879537626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/383800943879537626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2008/01/been-long-time.html' title='Been a long time . . .'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-8321421953129339810</id><published>2007-07-24T07:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T07:46:26.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RAIN Ride Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/RqXmP669S5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/HYU1QNb3SOU/s1600-h/RAIN+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090728115001183122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/RqXmP669S5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/HYU1QNb3SOU/s320/RAIN+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/RqXmQq69S6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/rlJ58vK-R6A/s1600-h/RAIN+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090728127886085026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/RqXmQq69S6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/rlJ58vK-R6A/s320/RAIN+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/RqXmQ669S7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/kuBQ3IdU0y0/s1600-h/RAIN+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090728132181052338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/RqXmQ669S7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/kuBQ3IdU0y0/s320/RAIN+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/RqXmR669S8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/zhSAGFwJDgs/s1600-h/RAIN+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090728149360921538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/RqXmR669S8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/zhSAGFwJDgs/s320/RAIN+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/RqXmSa69S9I/AAAAAAAAABE/ofbQLxd_6q0/s1600-h/RAIN+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090728157950856146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/RqXmSa69S9I/AAAAAAAAABE/ofbQLxd_6q0/s320/RAIN+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry that it's taken me so long to blog on here . . . I put this blog up on Facebook about a week ago but then remembered that I do have a few folks who read this blog and aren't on Facebook I'll attach a few pics at the bottom, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I am finally getting around to typing up a little bit more about my RAIN ride experience this year. B's been on vacation and we've been resting, relaxing, and playing the past few days. I just put an album of pics up on here, so feel free to breeze through those.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we spent Friday evening gearing up, traveling to Terre Haute, eating and preparing for the ride. I think I crawled into bed around 11:30 PM or so. The alarm went off @ 4:45 AM with Jerry Reed singing "East Bound and Down" (think Smokey and the Bandit) which B and I thought was appropriate for the day ahead. We took off for Terre Haute at about 5:30. It was COLD outside. I had to borrow a sweatshirt from my mama. It was also pretty dark and foggy but most of it had burned off by the time we got to TH.After a quick bathroom break @ Starbucks, we zipped onto 70 and crossed into IL. We got off @ the first exit and you could see the trail of cars with bike racks and many bikes already on the road. With ~1200 riders, you tend to notice a sight like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At about 6:55 AM we headed toward the startline but not too close. I perfer to stay @ the back just b/c I don't want to get run over at the start. 7 AM, we flipped our cyclometers on and waited for the line to move (which took a couple of mins). I nodded goodbye to Dad and B and took off. The ride through TH was quick and easy. This year's police escort was excellent. We rarely had to stop for a light or stop sign all the way through Terre Haute. Brian and Dad were standing @ the corner of OH and Fruitridge @ Deming Park, waving me on which was a nice surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the ride between TH and Brazil up 40 because it's easy and smooth and you begin to get your legs under you. From Brazil to the first rest stop in Putnam County is a bit more challenging as the hills are huge. I capped out at 31.0 mph on the one near the prison (I think I wanted to get by quickly as there were plenty of prisoners in the yard). This year it wasn't as hard to get through the hills thanks to training simple awareness that they were coming up. The first restop (around 41 miles) was a quick one this year. I used the portapot (ewwwwwww), ate a meal bar, sucked down some gatorade and hopped back on. Somewhere in the hills, I hit a bump that knocked my cyclometer loose and a small bolt fell out so B and dad took a good look at it and set off to find a replacement to get it repaired at the next stop. I hopped back on the bike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next leg was probably my quickest of the day. It was still pretty cool (probably in the low 70s) and there was a great tail wind. I was riding between 19-22 mph most of the 26 miles of this leg. Felt great. Made it to Plainfield (~66 miles into the ride) in good time where the rest stop was at the high school. I sat down for a few, put a couple of bandaids on my toes where it looked like blisters were beginning, refeuled, used the nice INDOOR restrooms, enjoyed the breeze and the shade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kristi, Dave, and Blake Bennett dropped by and said hello and I visited with them for awhile. I think I ended up spending 45 mins there, longer than I had intended, but I was rested. The wind picked up quite a bit on the next leg as I rode through the Camby/Mooresville area and across the southside of Indy. I saw Angie and Kaitlyn Petrow, Anita, Ally, and Ryan Beach as I turned from Bluff onto Banta. I guess Holly Rodgers had just stepped inside for a minute when I rode by. :( She had been out all AM waiting on me. Amanda Ennis was there, too but had to leave 30 mins before I got there. These are all great girlfriends from church and their kiddos. It was so encouraging to see them and it meant a ton that they came out, sat in the sun, and cheered on so many other riders, encouraging them. I had to kinda blink back tears but pulled it together and finished out the ride across the rest of the city, making it to the lunch stop (Mile 91) around 2, I think. B and Dad fixed me up and I ate and reapplied sunblock and stuff and then got back on for the next leg of the ride (the same leg where I begged for God to take me home last year). I decided to iPod up and have some music to distract myself with for the next few miles. I rode pretty much in isolation for awhile through the country. It was relaxing and I made it to 112 (an unofficial rest stop on the other side of Greenfield before you get back on 40) around 4 PM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I again refeuled and rested for a few seconds and then jumped back on the bike and went the right direction (last year I made a wrong turn that made me give up the ghost at this point) on 40. 3 miles up the road, I stopped again quickly @ Jason Bean's parents house. Kim, Jason, Ethan, and Abby (and Jason's mom) all greeted me in the yard and had an ice cold bottle of water. It was great to see all of them and they graciously let me use the restroom (I had not wanted to use the dirty ones @ the park at 112). I visited for a few and then got back on the bike for the next 15 miles. The rest stop @ 130 was very nice and there were a lot of riders there (it felt like I hadn't seen anyone in an eternity). I sat down a bit longer but got back on the road somewhere in between 6 and 6:30 to finish the final 30 miles. I told B I wasn't sure I could do all 30 miles without a short break so he and Dad met me about 15 miles down the road to make sure I was doing ok. I didn't get off the bike, just stripped off my iPod which had finally died, sucked down some gatorade, and started the final 15 miles. There were a few killer hills but with every mile that passed I kept pushing myself to finish the race. I pulled across the line at about 8:05 PM, feeling like I'd ridden 160 miles (my cyclometer actually said 165, but whatever) but not in too bad shape. I was a bit seat sore and my legs were engaged but not sore if that makes any sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The recovery has been great and I was back at spinning Monday night with no problems at all. I'm not sure if I'll ride it again next year or not but I'm so glad I conquered the beast. Thanks for all of your prayers and support (sorry for the long post, believe it or not, this is abbreviated).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-8321421953129339810?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8321421953129339810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=8321421953129339810' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/8321421953129339810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/8321421953129339810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2007/07/rain-ride-post.html' title='RAIN Ride Post'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/RqXmP669S5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/HYU1QNb3SOU/s72-c/RAIN+021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-6581043078949980042</id><published>2007-06-06T07:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T07:35:07.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullfrog Jog Update</title><content type='html'>Guess my official time was 26:10. If you go &lt;a href="http://www.wvrr.org/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and click on Bullfrog Jog results you can see my name. I finished 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; overall. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, thanks to a good friend and a trip to the Gray Goat, the greatest fitness store ever, the pedals are on and so are the lean forward bars. I spent quite a bit of time clicking in and out last night and even got one successful turn around the drive. I didn't fall over (came close several times) but I did knick the skin on my hand on the first try YOUCH. More practice tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-6581043078949980042?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6581043078949980042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=6581043078949980042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/6581043078949980042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/6581043078949980042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2007/06/bullfrog-jog-update.html' title='Bullfrog Jog Update'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-1126646756697477838</id><published>2007-06-05T07:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T07:46:56.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullfrog Jog</title><content type='html'>I've been running more miles than riding lately . . . but soon it will be back to the seat in preparation for the RAIN as there's just a little over a month before it will be here.  I am registered up and ready to go so at least I'm committed.  I need to regularly put in some road miles in addition to the spinning classes I've been taking.  I'm really looking forward to some solitary time on the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, I ran in my first 5K.  It was a lot of fun (yes I said fun).  It was a family affair, a benefit run for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;leukemia&lt;/span&gt; research in honor of a family friend who passed away a couple of years ago and the whole family got in on the action.  My dad, Brian, and Anna did the 1 mile kids' fun run/walk.  Brian and Dad were 2 of 3 adults in this "race," had anticipated Anna walking the whole thing but when all of the other kids took off, so did she (she was probably the smallest one out there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;except&lt;/span&gt; for the little one being pushed in a stroller by the other adult) and they were forced to jog along with her.  The look that they shot each other when she began running was priceless!  She got a little tired but didn't quit and made it the whole route.  It was super fun cheering for her as she came across the finish line.  I'm hoping this is the first of many fun runs for Anna.  I think it would be a great hobby for her and she really, really enjoyed it, from the number she got to pin on to the freebies from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt; and Wendy's that she got when she crossed the finish line (nothing says healthful living like a one mile run and some fresh french fries).  She was also a terrific support while I was running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, my niece, and I all did the 5K.  They walked/ran and I ran the whole thing.  I really had no expectations.  I simply wanted to finish and run the majority of the time.  I had placed no stipulations on myself.  I was able to easily run the entire thing (with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; of course) and did it in 26:02 which wasn't too bad.  According to my husband, I was the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; female to finish.  Granted, there weren't that many people running it and the gal in front of me was in middle school but hey, for my first one, I'll take it.  I usually run 3.5 miles in the neighborhood across the street and it takes me around 35 minutes so I'm guessing I ran a little bit faster than I normally do . . . I think it might be the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;competitive&lt;/span&gt; spirit in me.  I really enjoyed passing people, especially toward the end of the run when I was passing the walkers, essentially "lapping" them.  The course was flat (with a few gradual inclines here and there) and well shaded.  The weather was perfect.  Since the park was so small, we actually lapped the entire park 1.5 times.  So that meant I got to pass by my dad, Brian, and Anna more than a few times which was incredibly encouraging.  It's hard not to smile at your pig-tailed four year old who is giving you a "round" of applause by clapping her hands in a circle.  Another spectator commented to Brian that I was the only person running who was smiling.  :)  I seriously did have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the run (I got a medal, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt; . . . I gave it to Anna), I recovered and waited for my mom and niece to cross the finish line.  Then, there were some raffle drawings.  I of course promptly won a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;DQ&lt;/span&gt; ice cream cake from the Sullivan Dairy Queen which kind of defeats the purpose of running 3 miles but whatever.  Anna was excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the coolest things about the course was that they had posted pics of people who were either battling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;leukemia&lt;/span&gt; or who had passed away from it.  They were all local folks people, I knew either personally or knew their families, including my own great uncle.  It's rather humbling when you're getting worn out to realize your battle to finish a run is nothing like a battle for one's life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all finished and on our way by 10 AM with all of our Saturday to enjoy.  It made Brian and I both want to sign up for an event almost every weekend.  I definitely will run more 5Ks and maybe even further distances in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good enough, Julie?  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-1126646756697477838?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1126646756697477838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=1126646756697477838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/1126646756697477838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/1126646756697477838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2007/06/bullfrog-jog.html' title='Bullfrog Jog'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-3015939800170947871</id><published>2007-04-30T12:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T13:01:35.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time, no blog . . .</title><content type='html'>So I have the shoes, I have the cleats, I have the pedals . . . all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;courtesy&lt;/span&gt; of my cousin Taylor and her pops, my uncle Bob. Now all I need to do is to install them and learn how to use them which I am sure will prove to be no small feat. I am fairly coordinated but it usually takes awhile for me to learn how to pull it together.  So look for me to have some scraped up knees and mainly be riding in my driveway at least for this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a run this AM which was fantastic, about 3.5 miles.  It's beyond words beautiful today.  I'm not much of a runner but boy I feel good now.  I see how folks get addicted to running.  I signed up for my first 5K in June and so I figure I ought to throw some cross training in so that I can make it the full distance . . . how many miles are in a 5K again?  My anti-metric brain can't make the automatic conversion.  What is that formula again . . . isn't something multiplied by 5/8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ths&lt;/span&gt; or is that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;converting&lt;/span&gt; C to F.  My poor math and science teachers would be disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I need to be outside during weather like this so I should sign off for now.  Who knows, in Indiana, it could be snowing next week so we should enjoy this while we can.  Of course, I'm going to be in ATL,GA this time next week for a conference so what do I care?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-3015939800170947871?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3015939800170947871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=3015939800170947871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/3015939800170947871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/3015939800170947871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2007/04/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long time, no blog . . .'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-6157936968528357761</id><published>2007-04-11T10:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T10:45:28.724-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Spinning My Wheels</title><content type='html'>So no more new road miles since I last posted.  I went to Spinning a couple of times last week - Wednesday and Saturday and did cross training on my other days (except for Thursday which is usually my day off and Sunday which was Easter).  Brian came with me both times and again last night and because of the nasty rainy weather, I'll be riding indoors yet again today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the gym early last night, so that I could be sure that we'd get good bikes and more importanty the good seats (some of them leave me sore after class) and so I spent some time lifting weights before class.  I lifted legs and then felt like I was going to stomp right through the pedals when class started . . . whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle has the pedals for the bike.  HOORAY!  So that means I need to get cleats and a pair of shoes.  I'm very excited about graduating into big girl pedals and shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, we're on a great streak of keeping our house clean.  I am no Holly Homemaker and so this is no small feat.  Now if only I could get myself to focus on my thesis.  And yet in further news, we're surviving on one car right now which meant I got to go to court with B today (first time, if you can believe that, in his practicing for 4 yrs. that I have).  The Breeze is still in the shop from B's wreck last week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-6157936968528357761?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6157936968528357761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=6157936968528357761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/6157936968528357761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/6157936968528357761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2007/04/still-spinning-my-wheels.html' title='Still Spinning My Wheels'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-6585526716658389761</id><published>2007-04-05T09:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T09:31:22.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And Snap Cold it Did</title><content type='html'>After an 80+ degree day on Monday, there was snow yesterday and freezing temps again today.  I cannot believe it.  I'm dying for the weather to be consistent enough that I can get in more outdoor workouts.  So yesterday, it was back to spinning . . . which was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; since Kim is my favorite instructor for spinning @ Bally.  AND, Brian has been going to spinning with me upon occasion which he did yesterday.  I think I'll make him a cyclist yet.  Tuesday we had planned to do the same but B got in a bit of a fender bender.  He's totally fine (a little sore in the back) but the Breeze has no bumper and went into the shop today.  It could have been much worse, so we're thankful that it wasn't that big of a deal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-6585526716658389761?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6585526716658389761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=6585526716658389761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/6585526716658389761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/6585526716658389761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2007/04/and-snap-cold-it-did.html' title='And Snap Cold it Did'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-1476069492954344623</id><published>2007-04-02T21:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T21:36:24.715-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling along</title><content type='html'>Nice easy 19 mile ride this evening. Beautiful weather, a little buggy (I think at one pt. there was one in my teeth, my eye, my nose, and quite possibly my ear), new helmet that fits well, forgot my sunglasses and sunblock though (ARGH!).  I was a little slower than last year but this is the first of my longish rides so I suppose I shouldn't be too critical.  I thought I'd better take advantage of the beautiful weather since it's going to snap cold again tomorrow . . . ah, springtime in Indiana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-1476069492954344623?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1476069492954344623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=1476069492954344623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/1476069492954344623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/1476069492954344623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2007/04/rolling-along.html' title='Rolling along'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-21037668497543271</id><published>2007-03-08T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T11:08:46.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Julie's Wedding, Nov 06.</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=58935113&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="320" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow-create.php?refid=58935113"&gt;&lt;img title="RockYou slideshow" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/logo-mini.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="_BLANK" alt="Comment, Add to Favorite" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=58935113"&gt;View Show&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow-create.php?refid=58935113"&gt;Create Your Own&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target='_BLANK' href='http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow-viewplaylist.php?instanceid=58935113'&gt;Playlist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-21037668497543271?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/21037668497543271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=21037668497543271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/21037668497543271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/21037668497543271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2007/03/julies-wedding-nov-06.html' title='Julie&apos;s Wedding, Nov 06.'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-2059755229654545419</id><published>2007-03-06T12:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T08:26:36.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For the first time in 40 years . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/Re2pE6eLqoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SeG347VUYZk/s1600-h/weemee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038869459977874050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/Re2pE6eLqoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SeG347VUYZk/s320/weemee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tribstar.com/sports/local_story_066234859.html"&gt;Go Thunderbirds! Win Regionals&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-2059755229654545419?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2059755229654545419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=2059755229654545419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/2059755229654545419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/2059755229654545419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2007/03/for-first-time-in-40-years.html' title='For the first time in 40 years . . .'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/Re2pE6eLqoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SeG347VUYZk/s72-c/weemee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-7843769298438680092</id><published>2007-03-05T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T20:26:29.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the journey begins again . . .</title><content type='html'>Mark your calendars ladies and gentleman, the 2007 RAIN ride is only 131 days away.  It's time for Cherie to start training again and I don't mean just spinning classes.  With a break in the weather coming toward the end of the week, I'm looking forward to hitting the pavement (hopefully not literally since it's been awhile).  I have longingly looked out the window @ spinning enough.  I have driven my regular riding path one too many times.  I am so ready to strap on my helmet, gear up and log in the miles.  So I'm thinking by Thursday or Friday, I can have the tires aired up and everything tweaked and ready to go.  Time to get rolling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-7843769298438680092?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7843769298438680092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=7843769298438680092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/7843769298438680092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/7843769298438680092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-journey-begins-again.html' title='And the journey begins again . . .'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-3773829974979002260</id><published>2007-02-19T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T15:09:55.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The News From . . .</title><content type='html'>So you might remember from ancient posts that I greatly enjoy the comic musings of Garrison Keillor and especially the "News from Lake Wobegon."  Anyway, because of a post on &lt;a href="http://www.relevantmagazine.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Relevant Magazine's&lt;/em&gt; website&lt;/a&gt;, I found out that you can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;subscribe&lt;/span&gt; to the News from Lake Wobegon for free on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;iTunes&lt;/span&gt;.  I immediately went and signed up for the Podcast (Relevant has a great weekly Podcast, too).  I'm looking forward to a weekly chuckle since I rarely am near the radio when &lt;em&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Prairie&lt;/span&gt; Home Companion&lt;/em&gt; is on and I don't have time to go to the website weekly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-3773829974979002260?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://prairiehome.publicradio.org/about/podcast/' title='The News From . . .'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3773829974979002260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=3773829974979002260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bIXDLUUn830"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bIXDLUUn830" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-116368969761455544?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/116368969761455544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=116368969761455544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/11/christ-follower-vs-christian-vol-2.html' title='Christ Follower vs. Christian Vol. 2'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-116345256565547223</id><published>2006-11-13T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:17:15.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christ Follower vs. Christian</title><content type='html'>Be prepared for a series of these . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8RtfNdg1fQk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/11/christ-follower-vs-christian.html' title='Christ Follower vs. Christian'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-116187015888727724</id><published>2006-10-26T09:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T09:42:38.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my Birthday, It's my Rant</title><content type='html'>It's my 30th birthday and now I must blog on a random string of unconnected thoughts, goals, and questions for you to ponder. And begin . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the Midwest, politicians are often accused of going "Washington." I wonder what they are accused of in the DC representative district. Perhaps going "federal." Here is my favorite &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wDaY_rPgGE8" target="_self"&gt;attack ad&lt;/a&gt; right now, and perhaps of all time. Be sure you have the volume up. More thoughts on this after you watch it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What pronoun do you use for an antecedent of a person who is changing genders?&lt;br /&gt;Ever feel like something's been around your entire life? That's the way I felt about &lt;a href="http://www.mrfood.com/" target="_self"&gt;Mr. Food&lt;/a&gt;. I always remember that guy being on &lt;a href="http://www.wtwo.com/" target="_self"&gt;WTWO&lt;/a&gt; (worst television station ever, IMHO) when I was growing up and I see him almost daily on &lt;a href="http://www.wthr.com/" target="_self"&gt;WTHR&lt;/a&gt; now. Recently, I discovered he's been on the air for 30 years. I guess he has been around my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a 30 tiara that I will be wearing the majority of the next two days (Woot, woot &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/merinm" target="_self"&gt;Miss Mindy&lt;/a&gt;). Today's activities include but are not limited to: doing dishes, doing laundry, making beds, general cleaning, going to the gym and working out like a prize fighter (HAVE to if I'm going to eat as much cake as I plan on eating!), going to the mall (although I'm not sure why as I have NO money), fixing dinner, and going to &lt;a href="http://www.lowelifegroup.blogspot.com/" target="_self"&gt;Life Group&lt;/a&gt; (thank God it's not THIS &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LnnuwE2XWd0" target="_self"&gt;Life Group&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ok, so in the Baron Hill/Mike Sodrel ad referenced above, shouldn't as much be said about hiring little kids to say, "hit the hooker with the tire iron" for political gain as playing violent video games? Perhaps it's one of those actors who's really a woman (ala Bart Simpson)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In a recent post title on one of my &lt;a href="http://crustfamily.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_crustfamily_archive.html" target="_self"&gt;blogs&lt;/a&gt; (scroll down if you want to see the post), I made reference to a quotation ("Time flies like an arrow, but fruit flies like bananas.") I did not realize was Groucho Marx's intellectual property or I would have accredited him so. Instead, I thought it was just a humorous maxim. My apologies to Mr. Marx even though Karl is my favorite of his brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did you know that if there is a gap between children of 5 years or greater, the birth order starts over again? (HT: &lt;a href="http://happyinthesun.blogspot.com/" target="_self"&gt;BTB&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alas, I did not make it to my goal of 30 by 30. I am satisfied with my accomplishment of 27 though. Numbers I feel greatly more important - 3 sets of 12 push ups (the REAL kind, no girly crap here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speaking of, in my physical world, I plan on &lt;a href="http://www.beginnertriathlete.com/default.asp" target="_self"&gt;owning 30&lt;/a&gt;, making it even better than 29 which was &lt;a href="http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/07/back-little-early-but-still.html" target="_self"&gt;pretty awesome&lt;/a&gt; for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In my intellectual world (aka my MENTAL world), I MUST finish my thesis this year before it kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would enjoy some kudos on my MySpace Blog. No one ever gives me kudos (or comments for that matter). Yes, I am whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.lemonysnicket.com/violet/books.cfm" target="_self"&gt;final installment&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://www.lemonysnicket.com/" target="_self"&gt;A Series of Unfortunate Events&lt;/a&gt;was fantastic. I am still mulling it over 2 weeks after reading it. Read the entire series so we may discuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I composed this entire blog and then promptly deleted it, forcing me to realize that I am 30 and perhaps not as computer savvy as I would like to be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-116187015888727724?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/116187015888727724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=116187015888727724' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/116187015888727724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/116187015888727724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-my-birthday-its-my-rant.html' title='It&apos;s my Birthday, It&apos;s my Rant'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-115876454355464956</id><published>2006-09-20T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T11:02:23.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Town Syndrome</title><content type='html'>Not a big fan of internet forwards (thanks for this one Erin) but this made me laugh really hard and be slightly frightened at the same time.  If I did not experience this directly, I definitely knew someone who did in high school.&lt;br /&gt;SMALL TOWN SYNDROMEThose who grew up in small towns will laugh when they read this. Those who didn't will be in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;1) You can name everyone you graduated with.&lt;br /&gt;2) You know what 4-H means.&lt;br /&gt;3) You went to parties at a pasture, barn, gravel pit, or in the middle of a dirt road. On Monday you could always tell who was at the party because the scratches on their legs from running through the woods when the party was busted. (See #6)&lt;br /&gt;4) You used to "drag" Main.&lt;br /&gt;5) You said the "F" word and your parents knew within the hour.&lt;br /&gt;6) You scheduled parties around the schedules of different police officers, because you knew which ones would bust you and which ones wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;7) You could never buy cigarettes because all the store clerks knew how old you were (and if you were old enough, they'd tell your parents anyhow.)&lt;br /&gt;8) When you did find somebody old enough and brave enough to buy cigarettes, you still had to go out into the country and drive on back roads to smoke them.&lt;br /&gt;9) You knew which section of the ditch you would find the beer your buyer dropped off.&lt;br /&gt;10) It was cool to date somebody from the neighboring town.&lt;br /&gt;11) The whole school went to the same party after graduation.&lt;br /&gt;12) You didn't give directions by street names but rather by references. Turn by Nelson's house, go two blocks to Anderson's, and it's four houses left of the track field.&lt;br /&gt;13) The golf course had only nine holes.&lt;br /&gt;14) You couldn't help but date a friend's ex boyfriend/girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;15) Your car stayed filthy because of the dirt roads, and you will neverown a dark vehicle for this reason&lt;br /&gt;16) The town next to you was considered "trashy"or "snooty," but was actually just like your town.&lt;br /&gt;17) You referred to anyone with a house newer then 1965 as the rich people.&lt;br /&gt;18) The people in the "big city" dressed funny, and then you picked up the trend two years later.&lt;br /&gt;19) Anyone you wanted could be found at the local gas station, the town bar, or the A&amp;amp;W.&lt;br /&gt;20) You saw at least one friend a week driving a tractor through townor one of your friends driving a grain truck to school occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;21) The Wrestling Coach suggested you haul hay for the summer to get stronger.&lt;br /&gt;22) Directions were given using THE stop light as a reference.&lt;br /&gt;23) When you decided to walk somewhere for exercise, five people would pull over and ask if you wanted a ride.&lt;br /&gt;24) Your teachers called you by your older sibling's names.&lt;br /&gt;25) Your teachers remembered when they taught your parents.&lt;br /&gt;26) You could charge at any local store or write checks without any ID.&lt;br /&gt;27) The closest McDonalds was 25 miles away (or more).&lt;br /&gt;28) The closest mall was over an hour away.&lt;br /&gt;29) It was normal to see an old man riding through town on a riding lawn mower.&lt;br /&gt;30) You've peed in a cornfield.&lt;br /&gt;31) Most people went by a nickname.&lt;br /&gt;32) You laughed your butt off reading this because you know it is true, and you forward it to everyone who may have lived in a small town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-115876454355464956?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115876454355464956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=115876454355464956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115876454355464956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115876454355464956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/09/small-town-syndrome.html' title='Small Town Syndrome'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115774271309451490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=115774271309451490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115774271309451490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115774271309451490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/09/behold.html' title='Behold!'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-115759634484564896</id><published>2006-09-06T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T22:32:24.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Biased</title><content type='html'>You might not know it, but my hubby has a &lt;a href="http://www.votelowe.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.  He doesn't write often but when he does it is rather spectacular.  He posted a rather fine piece of writing today, so read it already.  Aim High, Vote Lowe (HT: &lt;a href="http://www.bnpositive.com/blog/"&gt;JB&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-115759634484564896?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115759634484564896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=115759634484564896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115759634484564896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115759634484564896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/09/biased.html' title='Biased'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-115748319245682345</id><published>2006-09-05T15:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T15:06:32.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously?</title><content type='html'>On a regular basis, I peruse the Women's Health online site (note the sidelink), especially the blogs.  Anyway, the following &lt;a href="http://brookstone.com/#"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; popped up on the &lt;a href="http://quicktakes.womenshealthmag.com/"&gt;Quick Takes Blog &lt;/a&gt;and I couldn't resist also linking it here.  It's the newest fitness craze for your home, be sure to launch the demo to completely understand how the equipment works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-115748319245682345?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115748319245682345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=115748319245682345' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115748319245682345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115748319245682345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/09/seriously.html' title='Seriously?'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-115633914382608552</id><published>2006-08-23T09:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T09:19:03.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast tip of the day</title><content type='html'>My mom sent me a neat e-mail forward (does that sentence have a 1950s feel?). Usually I'm not a big fan of forwards. After years of warnings that God will not bless me, bad luck will follow me, and my crush will not marry me, I usually just delete them onsite. So if you ever get a forward from me, read it. It's probably a pretty good one because I don't read many and I even more rarely pass them on. This forward was a recipe for Ziploc Omelets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have guests write their names on a quart-size Ziploc freezer bag with permanent marker.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crack 2 eggs (large or extra-large) into the quart size Ziploc bag (not more than 2) shake to scramble.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put out a variety of ingredients -- cheeses, ham, onion, green pepper, tomato, hash browns, salsa, etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Each guest adds ingredients of choice to his or her bag and shakes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make sure to squeeze the air out of the bag and zip it up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Place the bags into rolling, boiling water for exactly 13 minutes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can usually cook 6-8 omelets in a large pot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Open the bags and the omelet will roll out easily. Be prepared for everyone to be amazed. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;It really works. We've had them several times in our house. I usually make them the night before and then cook them up in the morning when I'm too tired to see straight while I'm making the coffee. I would like to point out these &lt;a href="http://www.jhsph.edu/publichealthnews/articles/halden_plastics.html"&gt;risks&lt;/a&gt;. Realize that the majority of this article discusses plastics in the microwave and not in boiling water. Although I'm not sure what the difference is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-115633914382608552?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115633914382608552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=115633914382608552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115633914382608552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115633914382608552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/08/breakfast-tip-of-day.html' title='Breakfast tip of the day'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-115625323699930795</id><published>2006-08-22T09:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T09:27:17.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A new hobby for the Lowes</title><content type='html'>OK, so I stumbled across an &lt;a href="http://familyfun.go.com/arts-and-crafts/season/feature/ff0906-letterboxing/ff0906-letterboxing2.html"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; in this month's &lt;a href="http://familyfun.go.com/"&gt;Family Fun&lt;/a&gt;, a magazine that I enjoy but would never subscribe to on my own. One of the partners at B's firm read it while she was getting her hair done, thought it was the best thing since sliced bread, and promptly ordered it for me. I digress . . . Anyway, the article was about letterboxing. Anybody heard of this? Well, the article explained that this hobby got its start in the mid 1800s in England and now is popular worldwide, a bit long for a trend to catch on but whatever. It's basically an outdoor treasure hunt, complete with clues and box to find at the end of the trail. You are given a set of easy to follow physical directions to a set location, there you will find a box with a log book and stamp inside, you carry a notebook of your own where you stamp with the stamp found, and you stamp the logbook with a stamp of your own. It's a kissing cousin to the more high tech geocaching, without all of the expense. And here's the great thing, this &lt;a href="http://www.letterboxing.org/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; lists tons of letterboxes near you! I was surprised at how many were in our area. I definitely think this is something that our family will be doing to enjoy the weather this fall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-115625323699930795?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115625323699930795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=115625323699930795' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115625323699930795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115625323699930795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-hobby-for-lowes.html' title='A new hobby for the Lowes'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-115392508491937201</id><published>2006-07-26T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T10:44:44.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Adventures</title><content type='html'>This past weekend, we made a dash to Birmingham, AL for Becky Trask's (I guess it's Blaylock now!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/1600/Becky"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/320/Becky%27s%20Wedding.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ) wedding. It was good to catch up with several Asbury Grads who also made the trip from various parts of the country to celebrate Becky and her new life with Max. After the wedding, we headed to Atlanta to visit Joel. Although, we weren't much fun since we had spent so many hours in the car and were pretty wiped out most of the time we were there (which of course, wasn't long enough). Now it's back to reality, with plenty of house and yard work to catch up on, making this post much too brief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-115392508491937201?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115392508491937201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=115392508491937201' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115392508491937201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115392508491937201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/07/weekend-adventures.html' title='Weekend Adventures'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-115342164102056745</id><published>2006-07-20T14:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T14:54:01.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Other RAIN thoughts . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;160 miles, 160 people of significance . . . I had planned on praying for and meditating on a different person who made a significant impact on my life for every mile that I rode, to help the time go by more quickly. This lasted for about the first 35 miles, and then my brain went to mush and all I could think was push the pedals around, push, push, push. Or as a friend of mine mentioned, perhaps my prayer shifted to God helping me. Who knows. Just know that 35 people in my life were well prayed for at one point on Saturday. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At mile 60 (my first wall), I though, "Wow! I am an athlete." At mile 100, I thought, "Wow! I am a super-mega athlete." At mile 110, I thought, "Dear God, don't let me die on the side of the road."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The most un-beautiful site of the day, a middle aged man, slightly overweight in riding shorts that were split at the crack. Yes, literally split at the crack. Don't you feel a breeze back there buddy? What a trainwreck. Look away, I can't look away, look away! I pedaled as fast as I could to pass him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Man, I missed having my iPod. I assumed you were not allowed to ride with them; however, I did see a few riders with them. I now wonder if I had used it for the last final push if I would have made it. Who knows. One guy had a radio/digital music source with speakers on his bike. That was pretty cool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My cyclometer also measures calories burned. All impressed, I read the well over 3000 amount to Brian at my last stop. His reply? "Yep, that's one pound." My mom's response, "Maybe if you ride all of the way back across the state, you can lose two." Talk about taking the wind out of my sails.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I ate more crap (by this I mean, higher sugar foods, white refined flour sources and stuff that has high fructose corn syrup) before, during, and as a result after the ride than I have in a very long time. I've really shyed away from processed foods for the last 7 1/2 months. But pretzels were really the only thing that sounded good and I super carb loaded @ Fazoli's the day before. Since Anna's birthday party was the day following, I continued my carb replacement with too much cake. I'm finally back on the straight and narrow but Tuesday I felt like crap, having not eaten that much white flour in a really long time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last night I was back in the saddle at a Reaction Cycling class @ the gym. It felt good to pedal again. Tomorrow morning, early I plan to hit the road again for the first time since the ride. I definitely want to keep riding as a part of my fitness routine. I just don't know how often to balance it in with everything else. I had been riding in addition to my regular workout routine, meaning that some days I was getting close to 3 hours of cardio which really isn't that great for you. I need to strike a balance in there somewhere.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When's the next event? Shh . . . Don't tell BLowe but I'm looking for another century styled event to ride in the fall. I don't really want to do the Hilly Hundred because I hate riding hills, but I'm starting to fish around for another distance ride. Even a 60-75 miler wouldn't be bad since it wouldn't take up the entire day, just half of a day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-115342164102056745?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115342164102056745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=115342164102056745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115342164102056745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115342164102056745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/07/other-rain-thoughts.html' title='Other RAIN thoughts . . .'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-115316165633590678</id><published>2006-07-17T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T14:40:56.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin' groovy . . .</title><content type='html'>So I'm feeling back to 100% normal today! Woohoo, no lingering soreness and tonight I'll be hitting the gym for my regular Monday night Taste of Group Exercise class. I even think I've talked B into joining our normally all ladies group. It's not that we do "lady" exercises, unless you count jumping rope, doing push-ups, and running sprints as lady exercise. Just for some reason it seems that no guys are takers. Maybe BLowe will start a revolution - or perhaps he'll be that one weird guy working out with all of the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some thoughts from the RAIN ride:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The website for RAIN describes the ride as traveling through the "gentle" rolling hills of IN. The hills in Putnam county are anything but gentle. I believe, "gentle, my a**" was the exact thought going through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I went 29.1 mph at one point down a hill. What a rush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The fantastic cyclometer that the Ellis' got me as an encouragement gift was my saving grace. I would have given up much sooner had I not had that little sucker giving me hope (of how far I still had to go) and satisfaction (of knowing how far I had come).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The 17th function of the computer, temperature, was not necessary. In fact, as it read 104.5, I wished I had left well enough alone and not discovered that little fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Every little gas station in Vigo County and Clay County was making doughnuts as I rolled by in the early morning. mmmmm . . . doughnuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- On the other hand, not smelling so nice was the roadkill, disgusting smelly roadkill. Other not so pleasant smells - skunks, heavy aftershave on older male riders, farm animals, and the heat of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm still trying to decide if the heat was a major factor in me giving up the last 40 or so miles. I've told many that I think I could have finished but it would have ceased to be fun. Fun was what I was going for and there was no grand prize (except a commemorative key chain) at the end of the trail. Plus, Mindy told me she'd make me a key chain so I'm good with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a huge experience in my life, that I have plenty more to share so probably you'll get to read more thoughts tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-115316165633590678?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115316165633590678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=115316165633590678' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115316165633590678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115316165633590678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/07/feelin-groovy.html' title='Feelin&apos; groovy . . .'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-115300442176230079</id><published>2006-07-15T18:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T19:00:21.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back a little early, but still . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/1600/Rain%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/320/Rain%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/1600/Rain%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/320/Rain%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/1600/Rain%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/320/Rain%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/1600/Rain%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/320/Rain%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120 . . . I fell a bit short of the goal of 160; however, 120 is nothing to sneeze at and I feel terrific. I basically stopped because I was overheated and 120 was a nice round number and I was just done for the day, out of juice. Here are some pics from the day. Thanks so much for your prayers and encouragement. They meant the world to me and were fruitful! I am more than satisfied with my achievement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-115300442176230079?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115300442176230079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=115300442176230079' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115300442176230079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115300442176230079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/07/back-little-early-but-still.html' title='Back a little early, but still . . .'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-115281668922198951</id><published>2006-07-13T14:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T14:51:29.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So good to me . . .</title><content type='html'>Things have really come together quite nicely over the last few days. Unfortunately, I battled rain during my normal riding time on Tuesday and Wednesday (although, Anna protested, "MOM, it is the RAIN ride." Right indeed, little one, right indeed) so I did extra cardio at the gym and home, lifted weights, and picked up a spinning class last night. This morning, I was back at it early in the AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took off around 5:35. It was foggy and the moon was shining brightly in the sky. That felt a little weird. But the foggy was at least patchy and lifted by the time I rode into the drive at 7:25 AM. Around mile 15, I got really hungry (agony, thy name is the smell of bacon cooking wafting out of someone's home). But I made it through all 26 miles without eating my arm. I did come home and cook a huge breakfast. I'm beginning the carb loading tonight with a large amount of pasta (whole wheat, of course) so I don't run out of fuel on the big day. I came home, fixed breakfast and packed lunch for everyone. We went to Anna's library class and then to the gym where I rode about 20 miles on the hill program (interval by the minute) on level 13. Very good ride, too although the scenery was a bit less desirable. I'll do the FIRM this afternoon as a regular part of regimen. Tomorrow, I'm laying off doing only about 10 miles and mowing the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom sent me a $10 reward card from Dick's so I got a shirt and some gels. And then a friend of mine dropped of a very nice cycling computer today to encourage me. What a blessing on both parts. So I think equipment wise, I'm set. Just need to get my bottled water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Sunday is Anna's 4th Birthday Party (the 18th is the actual big day) and so I'm a madwoman making sure all of our bases are covered before we leave tomorrow afternoon. Nothing like multi-tasking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-115281668922198951?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115281668922198951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=115281668922198951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115281668922198951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115281668922198951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-good-to-me.html' title='So good to me . . .'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-115257741322642853</id><published>2006-07-10T20:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T20:23:33.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Training, the Prayers, and the Vitamins</title><content type='html'>So yesterday's total was 22.8 and today's 22 even (both well under 2 hrs). I have a 26 mile path mapped out for tomorrow AM (please God, no rain!), trying to keep variety in my rides so I'm prepared for anything. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Taste of Group Ex tonight @ Bally, my absolute favorite class there. I rarely miss it and B took Anna to VBS on his own so that I could go because he knows I love it. Because of that class, I've improved my jump roping, my running, my free weight endurance, my push ups (and we're talking the manly kind, no girly modified for me), and general well being. B says I have a girl crush on Kerry, the girl that teaches and maybe I do a little. But her class has really worked for me and taught me several exercises that I can do on my own, too. Plus there's just something about running suicides again like 8th grade basketball til your side hurts. Hopefully I'll be able to walk next week and won't miss the class, but I warned Kerry just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buddy Brodie called today and passed on several more good tips. He rode a double century earlier this year for the first time and had lots of wisdom for me. Always good to have the knowledge of someone else who's walked the same/similar rode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest challenge has been getting enough sleep since I get up so darn early and want to spend lots of time in the evenings with my hunky hubby. I need to mandate a bedtime, but I'm weak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-115257741322642853?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115257741322642853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=115257741322642853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115257741322642853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115257741322642853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/07/training-prayers-and-vitamins.html' title='The Training, the Prayers, and the Vitamins'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-115239927956301843</id><published>2006-07-08T18:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T18:54:39.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Ride</title><content type='html'>Got in about 15 miles in an hour and 10 mins today. Very good ride, would have gone longer but just don't know any great routes around here with wide open spaces. Maybe tomorrow I'll up it to 20 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have been riding my &lt;a href="http://taylorwalters.blogspot.com/"&gt;cousin's&lt;/a&gt; sweet bike (I haven't tried to jump it yet) that I'm going to ride next weekend for &lt;a href="http://www.bloomington.in.us/~bbc/tours/rain/rain.html#top"&gt;RAIN&lt;/a&gt;. I can't remember what I last posted about this lofty and maybe attainable goal. But after much hemhawing, I decided to finally go for it. I figure whatever distance I ride will be the most I've ever ridden (unless something goes dreadfully wrong) and I can rejoice in that accomplishment whether I make the full 160 miles or not. I'm excited and terrified about next Saturday AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, there'll be plenty more training, continuing to get used to the toe clips and seat, working my legs hard but not too hard, carb loading, etc. I also have a few random pieces of gear to collect. I would love to find a bike computer for cheap/free (hint, hint to anyone who reads this and has random bike gear going to waste), need to find some shoes - long story, and am going to borrow a shirt that wicks away sweat. I also need to buy some bottled water. It's beginning to sound like a grocery list, so I'll stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has some words of wisdom about riding in a large group - never really done that before - or riding these style of event, please pass them on... I can use all of the help that I can get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-115239927956301843?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115239927956301843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=115239927956301843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115239927956301843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115239927956301843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/07/todays-ride.html' title='Today&apos;s Ride'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-115158350576684114</id><published>2006-06-29T08:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T08:18:25.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the day...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so this one may cause you to roll your eyes and snicker to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cowboy walked into a bar and ordered a whisky. When the bartender delivered the drink, the cowboy asked, "Where iseverybody?"&lt;br /&gt;The bartender replied, "They've gone to the hanging."&lt;br /&gt;"Hanging? Who are they hanging?"&lt;br /&gt;"Brown Paper Pete," the bartender replied.&lt;br /&gt;"What kind of a name is that?" the cowboy asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Well," said the bartender, "he wears a brown paper hat,brown paper shirt, brown paper trousers, and brown papershoes."&lt;br /&gt;"How bizarre," said the cowboy. "What are they hanging himfor?"&lt;br /&gt;"Rustling," said the bartender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HT: my mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-115158350576684114?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115158350576684114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=115158350576684114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115158350576684114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115158350576684114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/06/joke-of-day.html' title='Joke of the day...'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-115143810703031802</id><published>2006-06-27T15:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T15:55:07.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Panty tip of the day...</title><content type='html'>Most of you know I'm a big fan of Women's Health (see side link), the best magazine I've ever subscribed to. If you purchase a copy of it this month, there's a side benefit. Near the front, there's a pull-out perforated coupon for a free pair of white cotton panties from &lt;a href="http://www.victoriassecret.com/"&gt;Victoria Secret&lt;/a&gt;, woohoo! And a $10 off coupon for the VS newest line of &lt;a href="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/collection/?cgname=OSBRPSHKZZZ&amp;cgnbr=OSBRPSHKZZZ&amp;amp;rfnbr=3089"&gt;sports bras&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-115143810703031802?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115143810703031802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=115143810703031802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115143810703031802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115143810703031802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/06/panty-tip-of-day.html' title='Panty tip of the day...'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-115143506216241083</id><published>2006-06-27T14:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T15:11:50.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spare Me My Life...</title><content type='html'>Ok, I have a slight strange and unusual addiction to fitness informercials. I'm always interested in the newest video, exercise equipment, miracle cure. Over the years, my mom and I have done &lt;a href="http://richardsimmons.com/"&gt;Sweatin' to the Oldies&lt;/a&gt; (man, he's odd), &lt;a href="http://www.targettraining.com/"&gt;Tony Little's Target Training &lt;/a&gt;(what is that guy on?!?!), and my favorite that I think really works and is fun anything from&lt;a href="http://www.firmdirect.com/"&gt; the Firm &lt;/a&gt;series. Perhaps, because it's the only one I've used that hasn't featured an over the top, hyperactive male. Recently, B bought me the new &lt;a href="http://www.firmdirect.com/GT/index.jsp;jsessionid=0000wP5CeODOtlmYJDV9N07P8JJ:109ci34ou?pgId=2800005&amp;prdId=prod120004"&gt;Firm Transfirmer&lt;/a&gt;. I tried it out today and it was fantastic. I highly recommend it if you're into home fitness. I also tried out the Windsor Pilates ring lately and was relatively unimpressed. I'm not a big fan of Pilates anyway (probably because I am so weak through the core), but it just didn't do it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all of that to say,&lt;a href="http://us.video.aol.com/video.index.adp?mode=2&amp;amp;pmmsid=1658906"&gt; this &lt;/a&gt;is the oddest combination fitness video of all time. Watch it all the way through even though it's a bit long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-115143506216241083?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115143506216241083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=115143506216241083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115143506216241083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115143506216241083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/06/spare-me-my-life.html' title='Spare Me My Life...'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-115111575421906503</id><published>2006-06-23T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T22:22:34.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday's Ride</title><content type='html'>22.6 miles in 90 degree heat in a bit under 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a very good ride. The funniest part of it was that I had no bike bag and my dad's mountain bike (I was down in Sullivan County again) has a water bottle spot but no water bottle. So, I took Anna's small ballerina backpack - think bright pink, ballet shoes, with a nice bedazzled jewel - and filled it with 3 cold bottles of water and my mom's cell phone. I'm sure I looked very "special" riding down the road with a preschooler's bag on my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No soreness today (a teeny bit stiff when I first got up this AM but totally clear now) and I could have ridden longer. Luckily I dodged a huge storm. 10 minutes after I returned it let loose and POURED for the next hour and an half. Unfortunately, I had planned to ride as far or further this AM but the rain was continual during the time I needed to go. Next time, I'm riding 50. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-115111575421906503?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115111575421906503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=115111575421906503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115111575421906503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115111575421906503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/06/yesterdays-ride.html' title='Yesterday&apos;s Ride'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-115090712554791753</id><published>2006-06-21T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T12:25:25.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lest you think I Jest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/1600/Picture%2019.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/320/Picture%2019.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/1600/Picture%2018.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/320/Picture%2018.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/1600/Picture%2020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/320/Picture%2020.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/6403333-115090712554791753?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115090712554791753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=115090712554791753' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115090712554791753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115090712554791753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/06/lest-you-think-i-jest.html' title='Lest you think I Jest'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-115084505788402925</id><published>2006-06-20T18:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T19:10:57.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ow...</title><content type='html'>Ow, Ow, Ow.... I am sitting at my computer with a very sore neck/back, an incredibly bruised right upper arm, and a nice rub burn on both my arm and my neck having recently returned from the Immediate Care center near our house. Luckily, no major damage, everything is superficial and I didn't have to have a tetanus shot but OW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how did I find myself in such a predicament this fine afternoon? Well I hopped out on the mower, hoping to get the yard mowed this afternoon (it's halfway done at least). I was zipping along in the backyard on the riding mower, near the swingset. I went under the swings on one pass, no problems - this is something I do all of the time. The next time I went through, something went dreadfully wrong and folks I ended up with my neck caught in one of Anna's swings with the mower, in 4th gear mind you, continuing on a trajectory toward the big pond. As I gagged, several thoughts went through my mind - not too different from Becky T.'s (sensitive ears or small people reading, be mindful) &lt;a href="http://happyinthesun.blogspot.com/2006/04/funny-thing-happened-today.html"&gt;tale of falling off of the porch &lt;/a&gt;but a bit more serious.... crap, omg I am not going to get this thing off of my neck, crap crap crap, it could take my head off, even if I do get it off, I'm going to end up in the pond, this is going to jerk me off of the mower, this is going to make for one heck of an obituary, Brian is going to have to answer the question "She did what?" at the funeral...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the doctor @ the Medcheck place said - the good Lord kept me from serious harm. And while I'm achey, she said ibuprofen and rest should take care of it. Really I wasn't overly inconvenienced (have to finish the yard tomorrow, missed my spinning class tonight) and the biggest bruise was on my pride. A doctor friend of mine noted that I should have got it on tape because I could have won&lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/americasfunniest/"&gt; AFV&lt;/a&gt;... I was glad no one saw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-115084505788402925?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115084505788402925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=115084505788402925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115084505788402925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115084505788402925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/06/ow.html' title='Ow...'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-115073258844252823</id><published>2006-06-19T11:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T11:56:28.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancer, Church Splits, Divorce, and a Good Bike Ride</title><content type='html'>So I have plenty that I could blog on today... some good friends are traveling the path of divorce, my mom was recently diagnosed with a skin cancer spot and two good friends are currently in cancer treatment, my childhood church (6th grade through beyond college when I would go home) is going through a messy nasty split with lies coming from the Sr. Pastor, but I what I'm choosing to blog about is an awesome bike ride I had yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you know that this year I've made the most firm commitment to fitness that I've made well ever. I've been consistently in the gym at least 5 days a week for the entire year, changed my eating habits, and have been training to ride the RAIN ride (we'll still see if that happens). As a result, I've dropped about 17 lbs (yes I am bragging a little). Anyway, yesterday, while celebrating Father's Day with my parents, I took a wonderful country ride on backroads near their 10 acre property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw 5 deer on 2 different occasions. 2 ran right in front of me as I pedaled along. It was the perfect temp as I could work up a good sweat without becoming dehyrdrated. While it was a bit windy, that kept me comfortable. I got a little lost, which made me nervous because while gangs will kill you, hillbillies will keep you. But I saw some beautiful country, rolling hills, creeks, trees, flowers, cornfields, birds singing, and good tunes on my iPod... ah, home. As a side note, "Boondocks" and "Wide Open Spaces" fit much better with a country ride than "The Humpty Dance" and "Gonna Fly Now" sure moved my butt down the highway (YEAH for the Tennessee mix!). I did both road riding on SR 63 and some gravel roading it which was a great resistance exercise built in. And in the end, I cleared close to 13 miles (12.8) in a little under an hour, moving at a fair clip. I felt great, not even worn out and today I'm barely saddle sore. It was the best part of the weekend, by far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-115073258844252823?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115073258844252823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=115073258844252823' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115073258844252823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115073258844252823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/06/cancer-church-splits-divorce-and-good.html' title='Cancer, Church Splits, Divorce, and a Good Bike Ride'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-115039855443186542</id><published>2006-06-15T14:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T15:09:34.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have issues...</title><content type='html'>Ok, no big shock to most of you... Cherie has issues. Notice, not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;an&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; issue, but issues &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;plural -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; one of which came to the surface today when I was working out at the &lt;a href="http://www.ballytotalfitness.com"&gt;gym&lt;/a&gt;. There I was full on plugging away with heavy duty cardio on the eliptical... doing the hill program with the resistance ramped up to level 17 about 24 minutes into a 65 minute workout and this guy gets on the machine next to me. Now, I have no problems working out next to others. I'm not big on talking to people - especially strangers - while I'm working out (which happened yesterday on another cardio machine) b/c I want my heart rate to the point where I can barely breathe, let alone talk. And fortunately this guy didn't try to talk to me but what he did was even worse! Consistently for the remainder of his workout which was about 7 minutes less than mine he snorted, hawked up stuff, and blew his nose on his shirt. EEEEWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!! And this was not a one time, but I've gotta get this mucus out of my system thing, it was a continual over and over and over again sort of thing. DISGUSTING. I shot him a few dirty looks but what I really wanted to do was spit on him (not exactly the best way to cope with my anger, I know but in all honesty it was what was continually crossing my mind).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just want the same courtesy that I extend to others. One early AM this spring when I was working out, I had a bit of a coughing fit. Two coughs in, I got off, went to the stretching area, tried to drop my heart rate and resume normal breathing. It didn't work, so I went down to the locker room where I hawked up some stuff (gross, I know but let's be honest here) but couldn't quit coughing so I went home! When you have to blow your nose that many times on your shirt your body is telling you something - GO HOME and rest. YUCK. That is all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-115039855443186542?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115039855443186542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=115039855443186542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115039855443186542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/115039855443186542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-have-issues.html' title='I have issues...'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-114987376070616016</id><published>2006-06-09T13:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T13:22:40.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When your husband is a lawyer</title><content type='html'>When your husband is a lawyer, a quick trip to the grocery store to buy water, milk, and lunch meat can turn into an hour and a half ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain, Anna and I quickly ran to Kroger to pick a few minor items. Somehow, an hour and a half later, we ended up with a cart full of things but that's beside the point. So, in the water aisle (we buy bottled water, yes we're water snobs), I picked up three gallons for Kroger Spring Water (while we are snobs, we're not too uppity to buy generic) and turned around to get the Kroger Purified Water 24 pack of bottles. Anna was walking along with me and as we ventured back toward the cart, Anna found a large puddle of water and fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer's daughter slipped and fell in a major chain grocery store. Oh crap, I thought. Brian and I have often joked about the fact that we've many times slipped in a store but never can seem to fall so that we can sue. And here is Anna on the floor, in tears complaining of ankle pain and me realizing that my quick trip has just turned into a long one. I picked her up and dusted her off, did the you're fine talk and then dialed Brian. His directions were to go to the manager, file a report, and make sure that someone mopped it up. We did file a verbal report but that wasn't enough when I called him back so I had to talk to the manager again, look around for the other lady who witnessed the fall and puddle (never did find her), try to take some pics with my phone (which I didn't end up doing b/c I felt like a total tool).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager was pretty nice (she took all of our info, talked to B on the phone, and interviewed Anna about the incident) and I'm sure Anna is fine but I guess it's for the best to follow all of the steps just in case there is a problem later on down the road, especially with Anna's challenges due to low tone and loose joints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, it was not the shopping trip I had planned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-114987376070616016?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114987376070616016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=114987376070616016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114987376070616016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114987376070616016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/06/when-your-husband-is-lawyer.html' title='When your husband is a lawyer'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-114977159693930346</id><published>2006-06-08T08:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T08:59:56.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crawl into my bed . . .</title><content type='html'>So the title alone should grab your attention today. I'm going to vent/expound on one of my greatest pet peeves today. Hopefully it will keep you, the reader, from asking me my most dreaded question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A well meaning friend asked me recently if we had considered having another child. Now, when you have one child, aged nearly 4, most people assume that you should quickly have another. SIDE NOTE: Brian and I are pretty indifferent about having another child. There are pros and cons to both making a choice to bring another child into the world and to remaining with our current status of an only child. It's pretty amusing really that I am so indifferent (perhaps this isn't the best choice of words . . . we would be thankful if we had another child, we would be thankful if we did not) considering that I once longed for three children (you can keep that stuff - now watch me get pregnant with twins someday). And by the time that Brian and I married, I just assumed we would have at least two. After all, we both came from two child families and both of us are youngest children. However, after having Anna we've fallen into a pattern of life that is now pretty easy. There are no diapers to change, there are no midnight feedings, Anna plays on her own, and aside from giving herself a haircut this week doesn't do too much crazy dangerous you must watch her every minute stuff. The further away from the baby stage that we get, the less I long to have another baby. As well, considering Anna's size and all of the C-section challenges, I must be honest that there are physical factors that deter/distract me from getting preggers. That's not to say that that might change someday but at this hour, at this minute that's where I'm at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I've digressed quite a bit just to set up where I'm coming from. I think that asking if you plan on having more children is quite possibly one of the most intimate, intrusive, and out of line questions one could ask. I've noticed it more and more in the recent past. In all reality, it's asking what is your sex life like? Can I crawl in bed with you? Are you ovulating right now? How are Brian's sperm counts? Are you going to attempt conception right now, right here? Come on, so that you can have another child get it on right in front of our very eyes? Now granted, people don't intend this line of thought but in all reality it's what that question boils down to. Brian and I last night brainstormed a list of totally inappropriate, make people blush responses about specific areas of our sex life so that they would never EVER ask again and so that they would tell everyone they knew not to ask as well. However, this is just as cruel and inappropriate so I'll abstain (from replying, not from sex just to keep things clear here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think, you know, Brian and I are pretty private people. What if we were trying to get pregnant (we're not, FYI) and had not been successful or worse yet had had a miscarriage. A question like that would drive me over the edge, I am quite certain. I honestly think that most people don't even think about what they're saying when they ask such a loaded question. I have often fantasized about running away in tears when someone opens the subject just to "punish" them. I know, I know - I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at least now you know, unless I have opened such a conversation up with you, don't ask. If we were thinking about having another child, pregnant, or trying, you would know. We would tell you. I would blog about it. Until then, please get out of my bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-114977159693930346?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114977159693930346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=114977159693930346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114977159693930346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114977159693930346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/06/crawl-into-my-bed.html' title='Crawl into my bed . . .'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-114901724405381514</id><published>2006-05-30T15:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T15:27:24.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gospel</title><content type='html'>It's always good to share good news... and this is some terrific news for a acquaintance/friend, &lt;a href="http://www.exchangemcc.org/underthehood.asp"&gt;Scot Longyear&lt;/a&gt;, who pastors a &lt;a href="www.exchangemcc.org"&gt;church&lt;/a&gt; in Terre Haute that B and I used to frequent long ago. He also used to be lead in a band that we loved who came and did a couple of conferences for us when I worked for the church. Anyway, I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scot received a Lily Clergy Renewal Grant from the Lily Foundation and is going to get to do all kinds of cool and crazy things in the summer of 2007 while his congregation is well cared for, encouraged, and challenged in good 'ole Terre Haute, IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scot's love for Christ and energy for spreading the gospel in new and interesting ways spills out all over the edges. And though we've not been to eXchange for several years now, I've kept up with his sermons on my iPod as they podcast. It's always awesome to see someone blessed who has blessed your life and the life of your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For full details check out this &lt;a href="http://www.tribstar.com/siteSearch/apstorysection/local_story_146221237.html"&gt;Tribune Star &lt;/a&gt;article or go to their &lt;a href="http://www.exchangemcc.org/sightsound.asp"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; (if you're an audial learner) and hear details of the grant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-114901724405381514?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114901724405381514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=114901724405381514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114901724405381514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114901724405381514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/05/gospel.html' title='Gospel'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-114858024684871373</id><published>2006-05-25T14:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T14:04:06.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't look away</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure why I'm so fascinated with this video.  What are they selling?  Or are they just touting a household tip?  Looks like there's a phone number on there at one point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/37GVvxcyz6I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/37GVvxcyz6I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-114858024684871373?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114858024684871373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=114858024684871373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114858024684871373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114858024684871373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/05/cant-look-away.html' title='Can&apos;t look away'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-114848185197757150</id><published>2006-05-24T10:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T10:44:47.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And the winner is . . .</title><content type='html'>So, the American Idol finale is tonight and while I really wanted to Chris to win and so I could care less about who the actual winner is, I was wondering who everyone was pulling for - Katherine or Taylor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-114848185197757150?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114848185197757150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=114848185197757150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114848185197757150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114848185197757150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-winner-is.html' title='And the winner is . . .'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-114840053806143366</id><published>2006-05-23T12:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T12:08:58.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And you thought gas was expensive here . . .</title><content type='html'>Check out the prices in &lt;a href="http://us.video.aol.com/video.index.adp?mode=2&amp;guideContext=65.491&amp;amp;pmmsid=1652038"&gt;California&lt;/a&gt; (how come I can't say that state name without singing... California, knows how to party... California).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-114840053806143366?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114840053806143366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=114840053806143366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114840053806143366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114840053806143366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-you-thought-gas-was-expensive-here.html' title='And you thought gas was expensive here . . .'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-114795986737860432</id><published>2006-05-18T09:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T09:44:27.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy, Happy Birthday Baby...</title><content type='html'>Today is BLowe's 30th birthday. Send him greetings via e-mail or phone or post on his &lt;a href="http://votelowe.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-114795986737860432?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114795986737860432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=114795986737860432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114795986737860432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114795986737860432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-happy-birthday-baby.html' title='Happy, Happy Birthday Baby...'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-114789601852993762</id><published>2006-05-17T15:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T16:00:18.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This week's site</title><content type='html'>So I ordered B a shirt or two for his birthday and another for a friend from &lt;a href="http://www.randomshirts.com"&gt;RandomShirts.com&lt;/a&gt;.  They came today in the mail and are terrific.  I even got a little poster as a thank you.  I didn't realize it was a Christian company.  They have a ton of witty yet not obnoxious shirts for great prices.  Very cool stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-114789601852993762?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114789601852993762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=114789601852993762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114789601852993762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114789601852993762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-weeks-site.html' title='This week&apos;s site'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-114770950000410318</id><published>2006-05-15T12:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T12:11:40.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just too easy...</title><content type='html'>So my mom sent me this &lt;a href="http://www.tribstar.com/local/local_story_131230434.html"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; on the local weather teams in good 'ole Terre Haute, IN (the homeland).  Apparently, &lt;a href="http://www.comedycentral.com/shows/the_daily_show/index.jhtml"&gt;Jon Stewart &lt;/a&gt; has been picking on the tv station just down the road from my &lt;a href="http://www.nesc.k12.in.us/nchs/index.php"&gt;alma mater&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.wtwo.com"&gt;WTWO&lt;/a&gt;.  Here is the &lt;a href="http://www.comedycentral.com/motherload/?lnk=v&amp;ml_video=68806"&gt;first piece &lt;/a&gt;that was featured on the daily show, followed by the "&lt;a href="http://www.comedycentral.com/motherload/?lnk=v&amp;amp;ml_video=68898"&gt;Humble Apology&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-114770950000410318?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.tribstar.com/local/local_story_131230434.html' title='Just too easy...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114770950000410318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=114770950000410318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114770950000410318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114770950000410318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-too-easy.html' title='Just too easy...'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-114769731830543517</id><published>2006-05-15T08:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T08:48:38.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy, insane week to come</title><content type='html'>Ever have a Monday when you realize the week that lays ahead could possibly gobble you alive? I have a lot to do as many people will be coming in this weekend to celebrate B's 30th, a yard to get mowed and flower beds to get all in order in spite of the fact that our rider is in the shop and it will not quit raining, and our church is undertaking a Kidstuf production which I've invested in that still has many loose ends to tie up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I'm off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-114769731830543517?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114769731830543517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=114769731830543517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114769731830543517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114769731830543517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/05/crazy-insane-week-to-come.html' title='Crazy, insane week to come'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-114746497596080678</id><published>2006-05-12T16:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T16:17:19.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Site of the Day</title><content type='html'>So I know I've told plent of you about &lt;a href="http://www.mysteryguestinc.com"&gt;Mystery Guest, INC&lt;/a&gt;. Brian and I did a quick lunch shop today at Smokey Bones. Basically, it's a mystery shopping service. It costs nothing and every 90 days, you can do a mystery shop at Smokey Bones, Cheesecake Factory, Bahama Breezes (or other chains owned by this conglomerate). Then, they reimburse you for your purchase (up to a certain amount), after filling out a simple survey online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free food is always good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-114746497596080678?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.mysteryguestinc.com/MGI/' title='Site of the Day'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114746497596080678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=114746497596080678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114746497596080678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114746497596080678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/05/site-of-day.html' title='Site of the Day'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-114728979635133013</id><published>2006-05-10T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T15:36:36.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saved By the Bell the Addict Years</title><content type='html'>Enjoy this dramatic piece...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VI6LPuXtVyI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VI6LPuXtVyI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-114728979635133013?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114728979635133013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=114728979635133013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114728979635133013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114728979635133013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/05/saved-by-bell-addict-years.html' title='Saved By the Bell the Addict Years'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-114719252622607758</id><published>2006-05-09T12:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T12:35:26.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deal or . . .</title><content type='html'>Come on, you know that you just finished the sentence.  Anyway, so somehow my daughter has become a big "Deal or No Deal" fan.  I have no clue how it happened since we do not watch that show in our house.  She must have seen it somewhere else or something, but not only does she have down the catch phrase but she also knows the concept of the game (open the cases, etc.).  So last night, we told her she could watch it (boy was there a doozy of a contestant on there) and so she was staying up, playing with a little stuffed animal kitty on the floor all excited in the half hour before it came on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian and I were having a random conversation when out of the corner of our ears we hear Anna ask her kitty, Holly, "Meow . . . or Meow Meow?!" in a Howie sort of voice.  We lost it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-114719252622607758?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114719252622607758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=114719252622607758' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114719252622607758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114719252622607758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/05/deal-or.html' title='Deal or . . .'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-114719122059740554</id><published>2006-05-09T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T12:13:40.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Improvement</title><content type='html'>While last semester, I had a student evaluation that referred to me as a "grading Nazi," this semester the reviews were a bit more complimentary. For example, "Cherie did an excellent job teaching last week--she made it WAY more entertaining. Otherwise lectures were WAY boring." I think my prof. enjoyed this one immensely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-114719122059740554?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114719122059740554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=114719122059740554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114719122059740554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114719122059740554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/05/improvement.html' title='Improvement'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-114709118144528574</id><published>2006-05-08T08:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T08:26:21.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finish the Race...</title><content type='html'>15 exams more to grade, 15 more grades to compute.....&lt;br /&gt;almost there....&lt;br /&gt;I think  I can, I think I can, I think I can....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-114709118144528574?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114709118144528574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=114709118144528574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114709118144528574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114709118144528574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/05/finish-race.html' title='Finish the Race...'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-114686402523473567</id><published>2006-05-05T17:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T17:20:25.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil, no good, very bad Cherie...</title><content type='html'>I almost honked my horn today at an elderly man because I wondered if I could force him into a heart attack. I know, I'm horrible!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were of course a string of events that led up to this thought but all the same, I'm embarrassed that I had it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-114686402523473567?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114686402523473567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=114686402523473567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114686402523473567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114686402523473567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/05/evil-no-good-very-bad-cherie.html' title='Evil, no good, very bad Cherie...'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-114675001442833086</id><published>2006-05-04T09:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T12:30:45.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes things happen that just make you say &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26271113&amp;postID=114597288250686710"&gt;wow&lt;/a&gt; (Andrea's thoughts on the word wow). An &lt;a href="http://www.indystar.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20060504/NEWS01/605040462"&gt;administrator&lt;/a&gt; at the church that I used to work for had been under some suspicion for quite some time and now has been officially charged. As messy as things were when I left, I'm thankful I wasn't working there during any of this mess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-114675001442833086?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114675001442833086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=114675001442833086' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114675001442833086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114675001442833086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/05/wow.html' title='Wow...'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-114667033451491346</id><published>2006-05-03T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T11:32:14.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons change . . .</title><content type='html'>Feelings change... (are you humming the tune?). Who sang that anyway? I suppose I could google it and find out but if my memory serves me correctly, it's Expose. Anyway. I feeling a change in the air today. Allow me to bare my soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks my last official day in the classroom as a TA for &lt;a href="http://www.iupui.edu/~history/"&gt;IUPUI&lt;/a&gt;, sniff sniff. It is really kind of sad. I've very much enjoyed my role in this position this year and wish that I could hang around for a bit longer. But I really need to launch into my thesis and finish that sucker this year. As I hiked to the fifth floor for one of the last times today, I reflected briefly (in between heavy breathing from walking up all of those stairs) on the past year. It's been a year of learning. I've learned how to grade, how to easily spot plagiarism, how to lecture (kinda - now if I could only stay in my chair). I decided not to make my life utter madness by finishing my thesis and TAing at the same time. I decided to launch myself into children's ministry more fully at &lt;a href="http://www.stonescrossing.com"&gt;CSC&lt;/a&gt;. I decided not to try to get pregnant this year (not closing the door entirely but I really felt like 05-06 wasn't the right timing). I learned that Anna needed to make her own way at school and that my role in her life is beginning to change. I'd like to think that I've accepted myself a bit more - as a woman, as a scholar, as a wife, as a mother, as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are plenty things that I'm still working on and haven't learned though . . . still can't really manage my time effectively (laundry, laundry everywhere!), still need to take Minesweeper off of my computer (what the other TAs that I work with refer to as my "computer crack"), still am training to hopefully ride the &lt;a href="http://www.bloomington.in.us/~bbc/tours/rain/rain.html"&gt;RAIN&lt;/a&gt; ride this summer (the good news is that if I do ride it, I have about 13 lbs less to drag down the road), still writing, researching, reading for my thesis (when will it ever end?!?!), still trying to manage stress effectively and not leave things until the last minute (back to the time management issue) and take out my own negligence and procrastination on those whom I love the most (i.e. Brian and Anna).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a good academic year.  I'm not totally out of the woods.  I'll still need grade finals, figure grades, organize my TA materials for the lucky soul who comes behind me but pretty much by this time next week this chapter will be closed and I'll be embarking on a new journey.  I'm not sure what that path is yet but I'm excited to get on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-114667033451491346?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114667033451491346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=114667033451491346' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114667033451491346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114667033451491346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/05/seasons-change.html' title='Seasons change . . .'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-114660081562746041</id><published>2006-05-02T16:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T16:13:35.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you tell what I did today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/1600/Picture%2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/320/Picture%2012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, today marked the primary elections in Indiana. So I wore one of my favorite T shirts that really only seems appropriate twice a year and headed to the polls. They wanted to take my pic at the polling place since apparently I was only one of two dems to vote there that day(gotta love the variety and diversity of Johnson County). In other news, Brian worked as an Election Judge (guess the grand total would have been 3 had he not already voted absentee) at another polling place and Anna collected a few "I Voted" stickers for herself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-114660081562746041?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114660081562746041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=114660081562746041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114660081562746041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114660081562746041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/05/can-you-tell-what-i-did-today.html' title='Can you tell what I did today?'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-114660034921896202</id><published>2006-05-02T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T16:07:31.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I still a credible source of information?</title><content type='html'>So yesterday, I was expounding upon the demographic shifts in the United States, post World War II in the hopes of preparing my students for their final exam (and honestly to prepare myself to grade their final exam) which is tomorrow. All of the sudden I forgot the cardinal "Four on the Floor" rule which I learned in 2nd grade and I'm sure impressed upon others when I worked for the church. And whoooop.... in a matter of seconds I scooted forward, fell on the floor and the high backed chair I was sitting in came down over the top of me. So I of course realizing that I was not bleeding or majorly injured began to giggle uncontrollably. What else can you do? And the students snickered too. I had to promise them that I indeed could read, did know what I was talking about - although how could they believe me since apparently I can't even sit upright - who knows what I am truly capable of?!?! And also I promised them I had not yet been drinking that day. I laughed it off but seriously, does God really need to humble me in such a humiliating way? I guess so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-114660034921896202?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114660034921896202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=114660034921896202' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114660034921896202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114660034921896202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/05/am-i-still-credible-source-of.html' title='Am I still a credible source of information?'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-114628406692851020</id><published>2006-04-29T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T00:14:26.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news</title><content type='html'>We just got back from a late night visit to the hospital to see Kim and Jason.  Things went really well today.  They were able to get the entire tumor (to their knowledge) and scoped things out - lymph nodes, liver, etc. while they were in there.  They took out about 60 cm. of his bowel which leaves him with like 90% of it still (v. good).  Sounds like they had a terrific surgeon who really took his time and left no stone unturned.  In fact, the pathologist was right there and literally examined the tumor as soon as it came out of his body.  Everyone's pretty marveled at the entire situation, especially since it doesn't seem to have spread anywhere and the tumor was so massive that it's amazing he was able to eat anything in the last several weeks.  Apparently it was folded in upon itself and puckered all around.  Anyway, the surgery was close to three hours long but I thought that Jason looked great tonight.  He briefly opened his eyes and said hello to us but we spent the rest of the time talking to Kim.  We chatted some about what was going on but then shared stories about life in general and got a few great ones about the kids.  Plenty of snickering and silliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're such good people.  We love them with a fierce love.  The road ahead will be more difficult.  It looks like in about 10 days to 2 weeks or so he'll begin chemo of the nastiest variety.  So basically his body will heal only to be popped good and hard again.  Just pray that he heals well from the surgery and can get started on the chemo as soon as humanly possible.  Pray for us as we seek to encourage and help in anyway that we can and just consistently "be" there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-114628406692851020?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114628406692851020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=114628406692851020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114628406692851020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114628406692851020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/04/good-news.html' title='Good news'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-114619577126882236</id><published>2006-04-27T23:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T23:42:51.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you use it in a sentence please?</title><content type='html'>So, you might remember our friends the &lt;a href="http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/04/heavy-heart.html"&gt;Gallmans&lt;/a&gt; (and specifically &lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/jasongallman"&gt;Jason&lt;/a&gt;) are walking a very difficult road. Their oldest child, Claire is in the the 5th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me preface this entire story by stating that Claire is one of the most gifted children I've ever met. She is both intelligent and wise beyond her years. As a preschooler she was reading on a 3rd grade level and as a kindergartener on the 8th grade level. Now as a 5th grader, I'm sure she could read laps around me. Anyway, this week Claire was in the county spelling bee. She ended up coming in 7th place despite of her huge vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony of the word she went out on continues to tickle me and give me goose bumps at the same time. And as Brian said, "Holy sermon analogy, Batman." So, here's the word that this young girl whose father was diagnosed with a fist sized tumor in his small bowel just two weeks ago missed - pessimist. Isn't that unreal? What a testament to Kim and Jason's fantastic child rearing skills. Of all people, Miss Claire could be a pessimist. But it's a word that's just not in her vocabulary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-114619577126882236?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114619577126882236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=114619577126882236' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114619577126882236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114619577126882236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/04/can-you-use-it-in-sentence-please.html' title='Can you use it in a sentence please?'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-114609638299325373</id><published>2006-04-26T20:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T20:06:23.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A few of my favorite things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/1600/Gatliburg%20and%20Homecoming%20054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/320/Gatliburg%20and%20Homecoming%20054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/1600/Gatliburg%20and%20Homecoming%20055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/320/Gatliburg%20and%20Homecoming%20055.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/6403333-114609638299325373?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114609638299325373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=114609638299325373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114609638299325373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114609638299325373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/04/few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='A few of my favorite things'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-114555385530538480</id><published>2006-04-20T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T13:24:15.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish I was doing this right now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/1600/Christmas%2005%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/320/Christmas%2005%20025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't sleep well last night and now wish I was snuggled up like this in my bed! However, it's that time of year again. The time of the year when naptims are devoted to zip, zip, clip, clip... mowing the yard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-114555385530538480?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114555385530538480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=114555385530538480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114555385530538480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114555385530538480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/04/wish-i-was-doing-this-right-now.html' title='Wish I was doing this right now...'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-114542090630683012</id><published>2006-04-19T00:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T09:31:06.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What do a boxer, a queen, and priest have to do with one another?</title><content type='html'>They're all featured in my first lecture in a collegiate classroom today (Wednesday)! YIKES! I'm nervous.  My biggest fear is that the chair of the department will show up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-114542090630683012?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114542090630683012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=114542090630683012' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114542090630683012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114542090630683012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-do-boxer-queen-and-priest-have-to.html' title='What do a boxer, a queen, and priest have to do with one another?'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-114537673016363862</id><published>2006-04-18T12:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T12:12:10.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Design on a dime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/1600/Bedroom%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/320/Bedroom%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/1600/Bedroom%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/320/Bedroom%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/1600/Bedroom%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/320/Bedroom%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a little redecorating in February. Here are some shots of our beautiful bedroom. It had been the most neglected room in the house for a really long time and now it's my fa&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/1600/Bedroom%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/320/Bedroom%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;vorite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-114537673016363862?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114537673016363862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=114537673016363862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114537673016363862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114537673016363862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/04/design-on-dime.html' title='Design on a dime'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-114537616090166754</id><published>2006-04-18T11:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T12:02:40.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A little piece of writing</title><content type='html'>Here's a little something I wrote to promo a special worship service we're having at our church in about a month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look down the hallway and see preschoolers praising.  Their little arms reach out to the God who loves them; their little faces flecked with His joy.  &lt;em&gt;“The wise man built his house upon the rock . . .”&lt;/em&gt; Eternal lessons taught in a rhythmic beat, some classics just never go out of style.  I glance into the Excite room and see something similar, but on a more mature and blossoming level.  Here are the 1st – 5th graders who have become my community.  They are not children; they are my brothers and sisters in Christ.  They greet me with a smile.  They know my name.  As I settle into my fuzzy green chair to hear Dr. DoGood teach the Bible story of the morning, I know I’m where I need to be.  Not only am I serving, I’m learning, I’m growing, and I’m a part of something much greater than myself.  And I love this road on which God has placed me.  Those who are traveling with me – the children, the middle and high school students, and adults – who make Excite and Parade happen every week are some of my best friends.  They are the people I laugh with the most and some of the most amazing people I have ever met.  They link together, arm-in-arm to serve their God and the little children that He loves so much.  And while they’re serving, they have &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; much fun!  And here’s the thing, they’re not an exclusive group.  Ever excited to meet someone else interested in Children’s Ministry at CSC, they immediately fold them into the group, wanting to make them a part of this community.  We invite you to get a glance inside the world of CM at CSC.  On May 21st, join us for an intergenerational worship experience called Kidstuf.  It will be a Sunday you don’t want to miss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-114537616090166754?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114537616090166754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=114537616090166754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114537616090166754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114537616090166754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/04/little-piece-of-writing.html' title='A little piece of writing'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-114523177491673544</id><published>2006-04-16T19:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T19:56:14.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hunting We Will Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/1600/DSC00568.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/1600/DSC00567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/320/DSC00567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/1600/DSC00565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/320/DSC00565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/1600/DSC00559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/320/DSC00559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some assorted pictures from our Easter Egg hunt in the front yard after lunch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-114523177491673544?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114523177491673544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=114523177491673544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114523177491673544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114523177491673544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/04/hunting-we-will-go.html' title='A Hunting We Will Go!'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-114523098491599970</id><published>2006-04-16T19:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T19:43:04.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter from the Lowe Family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/1600/DSC00556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/320/DSC00556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/1600/DSC00557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/320/DSC00557.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/1600/DSC00555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/320/DSC00555.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Miss Anna and her cousin Mackenzie in our front yard after church this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-114523098491599970?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114523098491599970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=114523098491599970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114523098491599970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114523098491599970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-easter-from-lowe-family.html' title='Happy Easter from the Lowe Family!'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-114503001851316234</id><published>2006-04-14T11:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T11:53:56.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Paradise...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/1600/DSCN1207.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/320/DSCN1207.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of me, Brian, Mindy, Joel, and Julie in our cabin &lt;a href="http://www.gatlinburgcabinsonline.com/cabin.asp?property_id=1346"&gt;"Almost Paradise"&lt;/a&gt; from a quick jaunt to Gatlinburg a little less than a month ago. It was truly beautiful and we had a great time kicking back, shopping, playing games, watching MacGyver with no sound and creating our own dialogue, doing an old time photo, "ho-tubbing," you know... normal stuff. awww... I wanna go back! Jules, where are the other pics? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-114503001851316234?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.gatlinburgcabinsonline.com/cabin.asp?property_id=1346' title='Almost Paradise...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114503001851316234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=114503001851316234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114503001851316234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114503001851316234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/04/almost-paradise.html' title='Almost Paradise...'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-114495583064324999</id><published>2006-04-13T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T15:18:22.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavy Heart</title><content type='html'>Our dear friends, Jason and Kim Gallman are traveling a rough road.  Jason was diagnosed yesterday with a tumor in his intestinal tract the size of a fist.  He is 37; they have 3 kids (5th grade, 2nd grade, K).  Please pray for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-114495583064324999?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114495583064324999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=114495583064324999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114495583064324999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114495583064324999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/04/heavy-heart.html' title='Heavy Heart'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-114485894898735630</id><published>2006-04-12T12:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T12:22:28.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You know it's springtime on campus when...</title><content type='html'>If anyone out there is still reading my blog, post a thought or two in the comments on this one.  A lot of you either currently work on or near a college campus (or have in the recent past).  I thought it would be fun to gather some thoughts of college life signs of spring.  Here are a few to get you going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know it's springtime on campus when:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The hotdog vendor is set up on the sidewalk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You see more capri pants (especially those with thongs near the top eewwww....  I promise I'm not looking but it's like a train wreck).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Students in flip flops&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People eating outside&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-114485894898735630?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114485894898735630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=114485894898735630' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114485894898735630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114485894898735630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-know-its-springtime-on-campus-when.html' title='You know it&apos;s springtime on campus when...'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-114478131527235997</id><published>2006-04-11T14:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T14:48:35.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Incredibly Infrequent</title><content type='html'>Now is the time in my blog where I say I hope to be better at posting here blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sometimes life just gets in the way and you realize it's been 3,4 months since you've posted last and then the thought of posting just depresses you since there's way too much ground to cover. I think I'll launch through a series of pictures in the next few days to catch you up on life with the Lowes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pics from the wedding that Brian and Anna were in in March. Our dear friends Brent and Meagan (Brent was a student of mine when I worked at GUMC) got married. Brian was honored to be the Best Man and Anna did a terrific job as the flower girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-114478131527235997?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114478131527235997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=114478131527235997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114478131527235997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114478131527235997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/04/incredibly-infrequent_11.html' title='Incredibly Infrequent'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-114478104112869011</id><published>2006-04-11T14:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T14:44:01.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna and the Groom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/1600/Brent%20and%20Meagan"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/320/Brent%20and%20Meagan%27s%20Wedding%20001.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/6403333-114478104112869011?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114478104112869011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=114478104112869011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114478104112869011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114478104112869011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/04/anna-and-groom.html' title='Anna and the Groom'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-114478084855318876</id><published>2006-04-11T14:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T14:40:48.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Couples</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/1600/Brent%20and%20Meagan"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/320/Brent%20and%20Meagan%27s%20Wedding%20013.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/6403333-114478084855318876?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114478084855318876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=114478084855318876' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114478084855318876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114478084855318876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-couples.html' title='Happy Couples'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-114478076852820871</id><published>2006-04-11T14:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T14:39:28.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/1600/Brent%20and%20Meagan"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/320/Brent%20and%20Meagan%27s%20Wedding%20011.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/6403333-114478076852820871?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114478076852820871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=114478076852820871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114478076852820871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114478076852820871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/04/family-photo.html' title='Family Photo'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-114478062705340421</id><published>2006-04-11T14:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T14:37:07.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brian and Anna at the altar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/1600/Brent%20and%20Meagan"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/320/Brent%20and%20Meagan%27s%20Wedding%20021.0.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/6403333-114478062705340421?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114478062705340421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=114478062705340421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114478062705340421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/114478062705340421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/04/brian-and-anna-at-altar.html' title='Brian and Anna at the altar'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-113848578211735975</id><published>2006-01-28T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T17:03:02.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I lay me down to sleep...</title><content type='html'>So Brian has these bizarre dreams. I'm assuming they're dreams because he's not awake and he has no recollection of them later. Anyway, about 2 years after we'd been married he began to jerk awake at night upon occasion (I would guess about every 6 months or so roughly). Many times, he was violent. I had a scratch or two to prove it in the morning. And oftentimes his dreams revolved around animals of some sort. I'm told that they're called Night Terrors because of these particular stipulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I often feel like William Shatner to his James Spader, sleeping next to him so he doesn't injury himself or turn the bed upside down. I just witnessed his first "Day Terror" of sorts. He was snoozing away in the recliner with Anna snoring on the couch (who knew she snored?!) and he jerked wide awake down out of the chair stood up, looked at a watch on his wrist that was not there and said, "I'm forgetting something I'm supposed to do today." His eyes were fully opened and he looked bewildered (I know it's cliche, but it's the best word I can think of to describe his mental state). Like his night terrors, he immediately fell back asleep after I talked to him soothingly and helped him realize (consciously or subconsciously, I'm not sure) that everything was fine. It always seems a bit (ok, a lot) unfair that he quickly returns to sleep while my heart races further on and BP spikes. I wonder if he'll remember what he's done when he wakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-113848578211735975?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/113848578211735975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=113848578211735975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/113848578211735975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/113848578211735975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2006/01/now-i-lay-me-down-to-sleep.html' title='Now I lay me down to sleep...'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-113457146192458306</id><published>2005-12-14T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T09:44:21.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the calm before the storm...</title><content type='html'>So I'm at my office earlier than usual this morning. I have a couple of papers to grade but plenty of time to grade them. All in all, I really don't have anything that pressing to do (or at least that I could do here since there's laundry and dishes galore at home that I could be working on). It is the calm before the storm. This afternoon I'll lug home around 110 exams which I hope to have completely graded by Friday afternoon. We'll see if I really get them finished or not but I'd like to since we have a family Christmas gathering this weekend and I don't even want to think about them during that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fantastic weekend this past weekend with several friends from college. They traveled to town so we could all go to the Indiana State Museum and visit its LOTR exhibit. After that we headed to the theater to see Narnia, which was fantastic. I was amazed at how deeply Narnia touched me. I really expected it to be just another kids' fantasy sort of movie but felt it to be much more profound. I'll definitely go and see it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess the two or three papers in my bag aren't going to grade themselves. I just thought I would post a little something in the few fleeting moments of calm that I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-113457146192458306?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/113457146192458306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=113457146192458306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/113457146192458306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/113457146192458306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2005/12/calm-before-storm.html' title='the calm before the storm...'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-113087094566518324</id><published>2005-11-01T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T13:38:54.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You're never too old to need or miss your mom</title><content type='html'>I just realized that I haven't yet updated my thoughts and answer to Anna's big question of the week last week. I'm not going to do that in this post but eventually I promise I will. The longer I'm a mother, the more I'm amazed by my child and my love for her - where did it come from? I remember being terrified only a couple of days before she was born that I would not feel love for new little baby. How can one feel love for someone they've never met before? And yet, it came perfectly naturally and my heart was filled to the top and continues to overflow. As she grows and changes and adds more to the conversation that is our small family, I am blown away by what God wants to contribute to our lives through her. She is our "Grace Given back to God," but at the same time, she is God's grace and love daily expressed to us. It's simply amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, we had to smile on Sunday as Brian unraveled a mystery that he had pondered for a couple of weeks. He had heard Anna singing "Diggy, diggy, doggy sir" and had assumed it was one of the numerous songs she had learned at school (there are songs for EVERYTHING at school - lining up, snacktime, you name it!). However, when he heard her Sunday morning after church follow it with "angels bow before Him," we realized it was "What a Mighty God We Serve." HA. Smiles for the day. We continued unraveling musical mysteries that day, as we put together the fact that she had been singing Ho, Ho, Ho goes Santa Hee, Hee, Hee Hallelujah which was really supposed to be Ho, Ho, Ho, Hosana... go figure - she still firmly holds to her Santa lyric though and will not be corrected. I guess it goes to show how non-readers hear and memorize things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thinking of my own daughter leads me to thoughts of my mother and the special bond we share. I had no idea how much my mom loved me until I had a child. And while I could say it was because I realized how much work a child is and how only someone who loved a child could keep up with the constant care and challenge that is parenting, it's not really that. Rather, the love that overfills my heart for Anna with every smile, giggle, hug, and kiss is the same love that my mom feels in her heart for me. It's good to really "get" that and know that. Speaking of my mom, she's currently in MS with a group from her church doing some hurricane clean up work. You can swing by her church's website &lt;a href="http://www.fbcshelburn.com/Ministries/MississippiMissionTrip/MissionTripDay1.htm"&gt;http://www.fbcshelburn.com/Ministries/&lt;/a&gt; and read the group's journal (written by dear 'ole ma) and see pics, too. Thus far, three days of the trip are posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-113087094566518324?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/113087094566518324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=113087094566518324' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/113087094566518324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/113087094566518324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2005/11/youre-never-too-old-to-need-or-miss.html' title='You&apos;re never too old to need or miss your mom'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-113033799899598413</id><published>2005-10-26T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T13:01:32.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Theological Question of the Day</title><content type='html'>Shortly before she donned her pink pig nose during circle time this morning to sing barnyard songs at preschool, Anna posed a theological question to me in the car. We were riding along talking of all things seasonal - the fact that Christmas would soon be here and we would decorate a tree, her idea to plant a pumpkin patch in our woods next year so we could take pumpkins to our friends, the changing of the leaves - and then for awhile she was silent. Preschoolers and toddlers really do have the time in the backseat of the car to ponder all of the big questions of life... the way they get to sit in the carseat with nothing to do but look out the window and think makes me a bit envious, I must admit. And while some of Anna's ponderings are age appropriate, others reach into the depths and confront the challenges we all struggle with - why are people sometimes mean? why do some people not share? why do I have to live by one standard while others live by another? Anyway, her question was short and sweet and before I give you the reasons why she asked it and my response to it, I thought I'd let you all take a stab at it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Does God have feet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-113033799899598413?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/113033799899598413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=113033799899598413' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/113033799899598413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/113033799899598413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2005/10/theological-question-of-day.html' title='Theological Question of the Day'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-112784067759133364</id><published>2005-09-27T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T12:04:37.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite quote of the day</title><content type='html'>Something on the news at noon here in Indy tickled my fancy... it sounded a little something like this - "Police say they are looking for a man known as 'little Willie.'  The suspect has a glass eye."  Little Willie just sounds like a guy with a glass eye, doesn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-112784067759133364?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/112784067759133364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=112784067759133364' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/112784067759133364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/112784067759133364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2005/09/favorite-quote-of-day.html' title='Favorite quote of the day'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-112688164890289407</id><published>2005-09-16T09:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T09:41:02.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic adventure of the Smurfs</title><content type='html'>So I sat at this lunch table my freshman year in high school, trying most of the time unsuccessfully to fit in with the cool girls. And there was this girl who used the "f" word as every part of speech. I had to try my best not to laugh out loud because it sounded so utterly ridiculous. Anyway, it occurred to me that the only other word that I had heard used in a similar way is "smurf," which got me thinking of &lt;a href="http://www.milkandcookies.com/links/32030/"&gt;one of my favorite SNL sketches&lt;/a&gt; of all time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-112688164890289407?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/112688164890289407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=112688164890289407' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/112688164890289407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/112688164890289407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2005/09/epic-adventure-of-smurfs.html' title='Epic adventure of the Smurfs'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-112649475365646248</id><published>2005-09-11T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T22:13:47.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do You Do That?</title><content type='html'>We have some very good friends that have recently struggled with health challenges in their lives. Matt Lemmons, an elder at our church &lt;a href="http://www.stonescrossing.org"&gt;The Church at Stones Crossing&lt;/a&gt; (the site isn't the best but gives you a general gist), was diagnosed somewhere around the 4th of July weekend with Small Cell Type B Cancer with a tumor wrapped around his trachea. It's a cancer that general unhealthy smokers get in their 60s. Matt, however is 44, a very fine fit fella with a nutrionist for a wife and he's never smoked nor been around secondhand smoke on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to describe the Lemmons, they would be pretty much the couple with the strongest marriage, the parents with the neatest kids (there are three boys - Grant who's in the 10th grade, Blake who's in the 8th, and Craig who's a 6th grader), a family that truly serves our church in so many unbelievable ways. Top that off with the fact that Matt is a very successful businessman who operates with the highest level integrity and it all adds to a big "huh?" when someone like Matt is diagnosed with such an agressive cancer of the rarest and most dangerous type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, their journey to wellness has been rocky over the last few months. Through it all, Matt has been blogging every few days at his &lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/mattlemmons"&gt;Caringbridge&lt;/a&gt; site. If you get a chance, read his story (go to the journal entries, too). I am constantly amazed at his Christ-centered attitude and desires in the midst of all of the illness that surrounds his physical body. If you think on it, pray for Matt and his wife Robin (my hero of the past several years) and their three boys (there are pics on the site, too). They are truly precious in His site and in mine, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a completely crappy week last week for various reasons. With my prospectus due this Thursday, papers to grade next week, and 120 exams to grade the week after, the next few will probably continue to smack my mouth loose. But when I consider these small things in the face of something what like the Lemmons are currently struggling with, I consider it nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-112649475365646248?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/112649475365646248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=112649475365646248' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/112649475365646248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/112649475365646248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-do-you-do-that.html' title='How Do You Do That?'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-112627764013564268</id><published>2005-09-09T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T09:54:00.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best of Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/1600/DSC004041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/320/DSC004041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I mentioned Anna's friend Kaylee Ellis (daughter of Dave and Danielle (Williamson) Ellis) in my last post.  Here's a pic of Anna and Kaylee earlier this summer playing @ our house in more "dress up" clothes.  Sensing a theme here?  Anyway, these are actually my dance costumes from childhood that my mom saved for me.&lt;br /&gt;Anna and Kaylee have an unusual friendship for little girls their age.  They really do enjoy seeing each other and have a pretty good time playing together.  Their sharing issues are fairly limited and the last time Anna spent the day @ the Ellis', they even took their naps in the afternoon together in the same room.  We pray that they'll be lifelong friends but for now, it's fun to see them have someone to connect to and spend time with.&lt;br /&gt;Aren't Kaylee's curls adorable?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403333-112627764013564268?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/112627764013564268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=112627764013564268' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/112627764013564268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/112627764013564268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2005/09/best-of-friends.html' title='Best of Friends'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403333.post-112604393808629905</id><published>2005-09-06T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T16:59:15.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Horsin' Around</title><content type='html'>I couldn't resist posting this picture of Anna in her new horsey costume. We really don't do the whole Halloween thing (that's another post for another day). However, when we were visting Anna's best buddy Kaylee Ellis the other day, Anna had such a fun time playing with Kaylee's unicorn (unihorn if you ask Kaylee) costume that we rushed to Sam's Club to buy the horsey variety for our very own. Anyway, Anna loves to gallop around the house with this on and she even puts the horse in her pretend stable at night in her playroom. What a hoot!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/1600/DSC00422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/339/320/DSC00422.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/6403333-112604393808629905?l=clowesramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/112604393808629905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6403333&amp;postID=112604393808629905' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/112604393808629905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6403333/posts/default/112604393808629905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clowesramblings.blogspot.com/2005/09/horsin-around.html' title='Horsin&apos; Around'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14783198693644125008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxYKveq7uCM/SKCeQm_5hxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kLVVTR4qlBI/s1600-R/Photo%2B48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
