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		<title>Old Spice Meets ADHD</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 May 2011 21:39:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bethany</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This video is hilarious because it is a parody of a brilliant commercial, but also because it visually demonstrates the rapid firing thoughts that people with ADHD can experience inside their mind.  For those out there who don't believe ADHD exists or is real, imagine your brain working like this! ]]></description>
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		<title>Together</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 25 Jan 2011 02:30:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Today is my mom and dad&#8217;s 42nd anniversary. They are the proud parents of 10 wonderful children and 21  delightful grandchildren.  My parents don&#8217;t live together anymore.  They never got divorced, but they are separated.  My mom lives in Utah and my dad lives in heaven.  But even before my dad died in a tragic bike accident 12 years ago, they were separate. I was 19 and old enough to know.  I remember issues. I also remember bliss.  The hand holding.  Teasing.  Laughter.  Dad doing Sunday dishes.   The wink you think your kids don&#8217;t notice.  The banter.  The trust.  The strength.  It was good. There were problems.  But before there were problems there was love.  I remember it.  No matter what color it is painted now,  I remember the love. Together my parents raised 10 kids, but for now they are not together. Now we I raise kids with my husband.  They are dependents of our core and our strength is their benefit. Today as I celebrate my parent&#8217;s anniversary, I will honor the good that I remember.   First, I will hold my husband&#8217;s hand.  Then I&#8217;ll give him a wink when I think my kids are not looking [...]]]></description>
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		<title>&#8216;Blank Paper&#8217; Date</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Apr 2009 02:41:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bethany</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[As our first date of the new year (2009), Calvin and I went to dinner at one of our favorite restaurants. Our dates are few and far between because of Cal&#8217;s current work schedule, so dining alone was a little piece of heaven in and of itself. The atmosphere was wonderful, the food divine, and the company was perfect. After our deliciously satisfying meal, we left the restaurant to begin the second, but most important part of our date. It requires blank paper and writing utensils . I don&#8217;t remember the first time we did this. I just remember that it was during a time when life was complicated, overwhelming, disappointing, and frustrating. It was during an era when we were not on the same page as to where we were going as a couple or a family. It seemed we were headed in two very separate directions, and we no longer had a plan or a vision for our little family. I remember that my sister came over to watch our kids so we could go on a date. Money was tight, and her offer was probably the only way we could be on a date together. We couldn&#8217;t [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Mother is Born</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Mar 2009 19:35:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bethany</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I read this entry on my friend&#8217;s sister-in-law&#8217;s blog.  She just had her first baby and lives in Germany with her husband (I believe he is in school there?).    She describes her previous fears and anxieties about caring for a baby, compared to how she feels now.  She is a beautiful writer and I love her honesty.  Check out her entry here.]]></description>
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		<title>Why are you a mom?</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 17:43:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bethany</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This post is a response from a survey I sent out on motherhood (See Intro) My Thoughts on Motherhood… by Julie Lemke 1. Why did you decide to become a mom? Did pressure or guilt play a role in your decision to become a mom? How did you deal with it? I’ve always wanted to be a mom. I also wanted to go to law school &#38; had already done well on the Law School Admissions Test when I became engaged . We decided that we would have a baby before my last year- thinking that an infant who naps a lot would be easier to balance studies with than a toddler who runs around. The 1st year we were married, we attended a BYU married ward. There was a lot of pressure to join the bandwagon &#38; have children right away. However, we had carefully considered our plan &#38; had prayed about it. So, whenever I felt pressure to get pregnant (either from my own desires for a baby or pressure from others), I reminded myself that I was following the path I had prayed about. Once we moved to attend law school, I no longer felt pressure to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Sunday Drama</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Oct 2008 20:39:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[By Heather Walker View Editor&#8217;s Intro Walking into church Sean and I congratulated ourselves out loud- 4 pair of panties for little buns-check 8 shoes on-check (oh, except Amelia (1 yr) already had hers off and Sean was carrying them), Lots of teeth brushed- check 4 heads of hair combed-check A serious bag of cheerios- check Our calling stuff-check All four children- check (once in a while someone slips through the cracks and I discover -from the car to the church- some dreaded hole in the tights, a dirty face, shoes that are not appropriate or worse yet, that they had hid from me all morning and climbed in the car with bed head&#8230;) But today we had it all together, We were feeling pretty good&#8230; oh yeah. I have meetings all morning on the second Sunday. Sean gets the breakfast deed done (usually while I am having yw presidency meeting in the living room- trying to tune out the kitchen drama ex: Amelia screaming for more breakfast while Natalie (2 yrs) yells over her &#8220;what&#8217;s-a-big-idea&#8221;, Emi (5 yrs) exclaiming &#8220;what am I chopped liver?&#8221; at her small helping and Olivia (4 yrs) hollering &#8220;drink please&#8221; to no one in [...]]]></description>
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		<title>My Marathon Experience</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Oct 2008 05:21:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Candice Rodgers cstar_23@msn.com View Editor&#8217;s Intro I finished my first marathon today! I ran it in 4 hours and 14 minutes. I really wanted to run it under 4 hours, but we had cold rain the whole 26.2 miles and my body took a turn for the worse because of it! Unfortunately, I was not dressed for the rain. My gloves were not waterproof, and I had taken off my soaked sweats and jacket at mile 4. Needless to say, I started to lose my body heat quickly because I had on a runner&#8217;s tank top and leggings and my shoes were soaked by Mile 2. Thank goodness for the miracle that happened at around mile 18! Just as I was starting to feel the 2nd stage of hypothermia set in, a man in great shape (probably in his 60&#8242;s) asked if he could help me. During the run uphill, I could hear him telling the runner next to him not to stop, but to keep running. He said it would hurt more to stop. His words spoke to my inner being. It was at that moment that I felt like stopping. As I felt my body slowing down [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Perfect Perfectionism</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2008 19:25:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bethany</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[By Bethany Cory View Editor&#8217;s Intro (Note-  This week, the story I am choosing to share is one that I will be relating on behalf of a family member. As of today, this particular family member’s experience is still too difficult for her to write about personally, though she did attempt it. And so I will be sharing with you her voice in this article through my own words, with her permission. I will refer to her as ‘Jamie’). Jamie is a beautiful, gorgeous girl. She is bright, talented, smart, funny, and kind.  Jamie is married to an amazing guy. They have been married for 3 years and welcomed a darling baby boy to their family last January. It was an exciting time for them. They awaited the birth of their son with much anticipation. He arrived a little early, but he was a healthy, beautiful baby boy. A few weeks after the delivery, I got to talk with Jamie on the phone. She was thrilled about this new baby, and was overcome with love for him, but I could also sense that she was feeling very overwhelmed. That seemed typical. What new mom doesn’t feel overwhelmed? But the more [...]]]></description>
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		<title>My Journey Through Grief</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Oct 2008 17:12:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bethany</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[By Bev Olson WA View Editor&#8217;s Intro My story begins on March 2nd, 1954 with the death of an 8 pound baby boy a few hours after birth in an Air Force Base Hospital in Bitburg, Germany a month after I arrived there to join my husband who was stationed there. My oldest daughter, Janet who was 4 and a half and I had flown there in early February.We named him Dennis James and he was buried in an American section of a cemetery in Frankfurt. Anyone who has lost a baby knows how devastating it is compounding the loss was being thousands of miles away from family in a foreign country. Janet, who had been begging for a baby brother or sister for awhile was sad when her Dad told her we wouldn&#8217;t be bringing one home from the hospital. She had playmates at our previous home at Ft. Lewis, WA including a cute little African-American boy. She asked if the hospital only had black babies.. (she figured the reason why they didn&#8217;t bring a baby home was because they didn&#8217;t have any of their race.) My husband, Dick, was discharged from the Army Air Corp in December, 1945 [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Our Adopted Grandma</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Oct 2008 16:51:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bethany</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[By Janet Shumway Las Vegas, NV www.ajshumway.blogspot.com View Editor&#8217;s Intro I have been wanting to introduce you to a dear friend of mine for some time now. She means so much to me and even though I have only known her for two short years, she has been such an influence for good in my life. I feel privileged and grateful to have a friend like her and thought you would all benefit from getting to know her better. The short intro is this: Bev is 80 years old.. She is going to hate that I told you her age, but she should be PROUD of it! She has said herself, &#8220;80 is the new 60.&#8221; And she is right about that! She is spunky and energetic and fun. She stays in shape with Weight Watchers and her weekly yoga classes. She volunteers at the local hospital. She has an immaculate garden in Spokane, WA. (The hardest thing about leaving Spokane was moving away from Bev &#8211;but I couldn&#8217;t convince her to move to Vegas!) She is a widow who has been through tremendous heartache in her life. She has lived abroad while her husband served in the Armed Forces. [...]]]></description>
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