<?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-8899239818836411562</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:38:37.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You have to be joking</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgrandy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899239818836411562/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgrandy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11014052081613163418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899239818836411562.post-1002490728868766327</id><published>2009-06-05T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T07:34:09.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I am still completely lame.  I can't keep up.  But the good news is the temple celebration thing is over.  It was wonderful to see the kids perform, but I am afraid most of the magic was over by the time it was done.  Yes, it was a once in a lifetime thing, and I will probably never get to do something of this nature again, but how many times are we letting everyday things go by like they are not special in our lives.  Are we letting the moments that can create memories with our husbands, kids and friends slip through our lives and not even pay attention.  These are once in a lifetime things too.  Are we only noticeing the big things and the small ones are lost?  I felt like I was losing touch with my kids and I lost time I could have been spending with my son before he graduated.  Grab hold, because big or small, time flies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899239818836411562-1002490728868766327?l=lifeisgrandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgrandy.blogspot.com/feeds/1002490728868766327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899239818836411562&amp;postID=1002490728868766327&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899239818836411562/posts/default/1002490728868766327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899239818836411562/posts/default/1002490728868766327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgrandy.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-i-am-still-completely-lame.html' title=''/><author><name>Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11014052081613163418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899239818836411562.post-4364587779274240819</id><published>2009-03-11T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T20:14:50.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compter idiot!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Sorry, I am so completely lame.  I forgot how to get on my blog, and Jami had to help me get started again.  To catch up, it would take several pages and at least one psychiatrist.  Now that I am back up and running, I will try and keep up.  I am in the middle of a full blown meltdown.  I have so much going on, that I am starting to get overwhelmed.  The more things I try and do, the more I think that I am failing.  Why do we do things like that to ourselves.  We are capable, fabulous, crazy women.  Why do we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sabotage&lt;/span&gt; ourselves with all this negative crap in our heads.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;It's&lt;/span&gt; not like there aren't women in this world that are facing the most horrifying things imaginable.  One of my patients this week was a woman from the Congo.  Her daughter immigrated here and was finally able to bring her mom here to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Toole&lt;/span&gt;.  She has heart problems, and we had to place a device in her.  She only speaks French, and I am thinking my problems are so bad, and she is a 62 year old women, in a foreign land, doesn't speak the language, just escaped from a war zone, and has heart problems.  How spoiled am I?  I think God was hitting me over the head with a pity bat, and saying, "Stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;whining&lt;/span&gt; and get to work."  I just need to get perspective on what is important and what is extra weight in my life backpack.  So what if my house is not clean enough, I don't think I am going to get graded on my baseboards dust level.  So, if you are feeling as completely over your head as I am, give yourself a break.  Laugh hysterically and know that you are not alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899239818836411562-4364587779274240819?l=lifeisgrandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgrandy.blogspot.com/feeds/4364587779274240819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899239818836411562&amp;postID=4364587779274240819&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899239818836411562/posts/default/4364587779274240819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899239818836411562/posts/default/4364587779274240819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgrandy.blogspot.com/2009/03/compter-idiot.html' title='Compter idiot!!!!!'/><author><name>Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11014052081613163418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899239818836411562.post-171340018754020487</id><published>2008-09-06T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T23:53:43.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What was I THINKING!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NO4jRWnSqXw/SMN4-Q20jxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2pJGp3UUeVw/s1600-h/100px-Torch-with-text%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243167402261516050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NO4jRWnSqXw/SMN4-Q20jxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2pJGp3UUeVw/s400/100px-Torch-with-text%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was not looking where I was one Sunday, and the bishop caught me in the hall.  He wanted to see my husband and I in his office that week.  I knew right away that I should have run screaming.  Maybe if I had been shouting obsentities, he might have changed his mind.  Easlier that month, at girl's camp, where I was teaching the girls about dutch ovens, I asked if he and his wife wanted to go out to dinner with us.  He laughed and said that nobody ever wants to socialize with the bishop, and I said that I wanted to get in his good books so I wouldn't have the bad callings.  So when he asked me to be the new YOUNG WOMEN"S PRESIDENT, I said "that's it, dinner is off!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have now stopped crying and am in the shock phase of this calling.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899239818836411562-171340018754020487?l=lifeisgrandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgrandy.blogspot.com/feeds/171340018754020487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899239818836411562&amp;postID=171340018754020487&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899239818836411562/posts/default/171340018754020487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899239818836411562/posts/default/171340018754020487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgrandy.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-was-i-thinking.html' title='What was I THINKING!!!!'/><author><name>Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11014052081613163418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NO4jRWnSqXw/SMN4-Q20jxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2pJGp3UUeVw/s72-c/100px-Torch-with-text%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
