<?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-3832243212919200638</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:33:45.145-08:00</updated><category term='featured'/><category term='memories'/><category term='os quotes-quipps'/><category term='women&apos;s studies'/><category term='my people'/><category term='survey'/><category term='os bio questions'/><category term='my creed'/><category term='the word'/><category term='journaling'/><category term='my thoughts'/><category term='review theatre-music-books'/><category term='health'/><title type='text'>j u s t b e</title><subtitle type='html'>Be attitude- honest, humble, courteous, patient, gentle, temperate, merciful, gracious, courageous.. perfect in Christ higher law that fullfilled the 10 commandments. Let the 'do' flow from 'be' instead. "Work" will. No worries!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-5418485388787058053</id><published>2009-12-09T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T08:43:02.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>magic</title><content type='html'>magic- intention plus visualization, with full sensory perception incorporated. Sight, sound, scent, taste, touch, intuition. Live with purpose. We are not helpless victims. We make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 seconds of pure thought connects us to another thought ‘like’ it. “Like attracts like.” 68 seconds of thought put us on the vibrational frequency of that which we think about. Set your intentions and focus on your affirming desires, not negating complaints.  This way we can attract good fortune, health, love.. It will fall into our hands in the process. Thoughts are things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-5418485388787058053?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5418485388787058053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=5418485388787058053' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/5418485388787058053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/5418485388787058053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2009/12/magic.html' title='magic'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-8397859163759754468</id><published>2009-08-23T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T11:13:10.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>symptoms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SpEkuckpDVI/AAAAAAAACKY/TXB-1UkrgXM/s1600-h/desperate-housewives.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SpEkuckpDVI/AAAAAAAACKY/TXB-1UkrgXM/s200/desperate-housewives.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373116210792172882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"So sorry madam, your lab results return normal. May I suggest and anti-depressant?" This is wrong. We are not glutenous hypochondriacs. Learn how to read your own symptoms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fitness journey- One in ten women have a form of insulin resistance called PCOS (polycystic ovarian syndrome). Is it even possible to be fit? I am starting to find an exit out of choas. Will I make it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polycystic ovarian syndrom (PCOS) involves- insulin resistance, infertility, facial hair, male pattern balding, acne, anxiety, depression, adrenal burnout from years of undetected hypoglycemia, unexplained weight gain, especially around the girth, so you look perpetually pregnant. You feel like quasi motto it is so deforming. This kind of belly fat is especially dangerous because it can lead to diabetes, heart disease, breast cancer, auto-immune arthritis, and any inflammatory disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is because insulin resistance promotes testosterone, leading to estrogen dominance, creating more insulin resistance, and so  a vicious cycle. Standard treatment includes an anti-androgen like Spironolactone and Metformin for blood sugar. There is no cure, but the symptoms can be managed or possibly eliminated.  PCOS can be a gift if we head the warning. It has taken me a long time to accept that even one slice of sprouted whole grain bread has the glucose load equivalent to a mars bar for me. Sugar is hiding every where. Grass is sugar. That is why cows are fat. 'The Zone' would make a good life style choice for maintenance. But I have not found a way to lose the "baby fat" on even a 'low-glycemic' menu. I am running out of options. But I still have one ..I have already lost 20 lbs on the 'low-carb' curry chicken diet. lol. Everyone should behave like a diabetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PCOS is diagnosed mentally first. It can be caused by insulin resistance, which is caused by cortisol stress, caused by adrenal insufficiency, caused by years of hypoglycemia, caused by a hungry childhood, caused by an isolated burned-out mom who didn't know wazzup with her body, because our religious right to help in the kitchen was trifled with, and so her education and support. That is probably the strongest opinion you will ever hear from me. Decriminalize hen houses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I would like to talk about how I am coming along on my new fitness plan to treat these nasty symptoms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-8397859163759754468?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8397859163759754468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=8397859163759754468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/8397859163759754468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/8397859163759754468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2009/08/symptoms.html' title='symptoms'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SpEkuckpDVI/AAAAAAAACKY/TXB-1UkrgXM/s72-c/desperate-housewives.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-3462656986184383799</id><published>2009-02-09T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:17:28.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>validation</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cbk980jV7Ao&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cbk980jV7Ao&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one of the best videos I have ever seen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-3462656986184383799?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3462656986184383799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=3462656986184383799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/3462656986184383799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/3462656986184383799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2009/02/validation.html' title='validation'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-3353003687350269097</id><published>2008-12-07T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:16:04.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/STyloEkfWkI/AAAAAAAACII/OsF0A7_m-Qw/s1600-h/9efd0d15944880c6877c07c93acada15c526426f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/STyloEkfWkI/AAAAAAAACII/OsF0A7_m-Qw/s400/9efd0d15944880c6877c07c93acada15c526426f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277274971211520578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;guide to friendship troubles&lt;/span&gt;- If you can learn to take care of yourself– to stick up for yourself in relationships– you’ll have learned one of lifes most important lessons. Nobody can stomp on you unless you let them.&lt;br /&gt;1. can we talk? hear me out.&lt;br /&gt;2. Remember the other day?&lt;br /&gt;3. Well, It’s been bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;4. I was really hurt by . . .&lt;br /&gt;5. How do you see what happened? – What did you mean by that?&lt;br /&gt;6. Maybe we have to agree to disagree on that&lt;br /&gt;7. Our friendship means a lot to me, and I want to work this out?&lt;br /&gt;8. Remedy – I would feel better if . . .&lt;br /&gt;9. Have I hurt you?&lt;br /&gt;10. I am sorry&lt;br /&gt;11. you can be open and direct with me, Do you respect me too? Do you want to be ordinary friends or more? *pick good time and place *plan what to say.  *stick to feelings not shortcomings *listen, listen, listen *time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;true friend test&lt;/span&gt;- are they open minded and respect you? If not move on. no time *when together I feel good about myself *we share eachothers feelings *&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she listens&lt;/span&gt; *comfortable silence *give and take *she brings out the best in me *we never run out of things to talk about *she won’t cut me down *she stands up for me&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/STytPqV-VfI/AAAAAAAACIQ/2FxRt4oG99M/s1600-h/8c3e178796d0764de86ca7ee1e52ab7a2faed072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 207px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/STytPqV-VfI/AAAAAAAACIQ/2FxRt4oG99M/s400/8c3e178796d0764de86ca7ee1e52ab7a2faed072.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277283347947476466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-3353003687350269097?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3353003687350269097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=3353003687350269097' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/3353003687350269097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/3353003687350269097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/12/friends.html' title='friends'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/STyloEkfWkI/AAAAAAAACII/OsF0A7_m-Qw/s72-c/9efd0d15944880c6877c07c93acada15c526426f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-900754098663553412</id><published>2008-11-27T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T15:12:18.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thankful</title><content type='html'>I am thankful for celine dion, oprah, obama, black-eyed peas, t.p., plumbing, print on demand tech, canon 40d, moy, my babies, blue-blood ancestors, baseball, hot dogs, apple pie, and chevrolet, web 2.0, youtube, father abraham, pie esu, joseph smith, temples, the written word, grannies quilts, chiecko okasaki, dr. rray, the tree of life, mail..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-900754098663553412?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/900754098663553412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=900754098663553412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/900754098663553412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/900754098663553412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/11/thankful.html' title='thankful'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-4339325063243728190</id><published>2008-07-10T19:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T20:14:41.938-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review theatre-music-books'/><title type='text'>kungfu panda</title><content type='html'>"Po, we do not wash our pits in the pool of sacred tears."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-4339325063243728190?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4339325063243728190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=4339325063243728190' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/4339325063243728190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/4339325063243728190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/07/kungfu-panda.html' title='kungfu panda'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-6094883009412900722</id><published>2008-05-24T17:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T18:37:36.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>either/or</title><content type='html'>&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;hamburger helper or &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;filet mignon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;van&lt;/span&gt; or sedan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;yellowstone&lt;/span&gt; or disney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mcdonalds &lt;/span&gt;or olive garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;board games&lt;/span&gt; or video games&lt;br /&gt;snow bunnies or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;water babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;early birds or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;night owls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;road trip&lt;/span&gt; or air travel&lt;br /&gt;white or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;wheat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;on the team or in the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;bleachers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postParagraph"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;40 Things Rarely Asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Have you ever been searched by the cops? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2. Do you close your eyes on roller coasters? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;halfway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6. Do you consider yourself creative? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;yes, writing, cooking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What are you allergic to? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;cats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;24. Do you always wear your seat belt? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;25. What cell service do you use? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sprint &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;26. Do you like sushi? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;28. What do you wear to bed? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;holey underware&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;31. Do you truly hate anyone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;not people but behavior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;32. Bluegrass or Rap?&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;35. What food do you find disgusting?&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;36. Windows or Macintosh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mac &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;39.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Have you ever stood up for someone you hardly knew?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;40. Have you ever sung in front of the mirror? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zq17mbj8RHI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zq17mbj8RHI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;celine dion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span class="postParagraph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-6094883009412900722?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/6094883009412900722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=6094883009412900722' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/6094883009412900722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/6094883009412900722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/eitheror_24.html' title='either/or'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-5830015701689199309</id><published>2008-05-24T17:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T17:32:25.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCkN4_5KzzI/AAAAAAAAA_E/HYap_tn3xUI/s1600-h/a98b9c2bf4670588cce8fa22fc9e333774f7d3c0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199702517651001138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCkN4_5KzzI/AAAAAAAAA_E/HYap_tn3xUI/s320/a98b9c2bf4670588cce8fa22fc9e333774f7d3c0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would spend that hour with my great great grandmother, Mary K. Roberts, a pioneer child when she crossed the plains on foot. A colonizer as a young mother, she actually loved to be out on the trail because she could get out of cooking, doing dishes, and her children pretty much entertained themselves. She liked to wonder off by herself, sit in silence by a babbling brook and imagine that someone knew her thoughts. She kept a faithful diary in which she expressed her love and anxiety for her children and future generations. We would sit in silence for a while. Then I would listen, ask many questions and continue to record her story. Then I would talk and get the detailed feedback and validation I've been craving these past years. I would secure my identity with Mary K.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-5830015701689199309?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5830015701689199309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=5830015701689199309' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/5830015701689199309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/5830015701689199309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-hour_24.html' title='one hour'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCkN4_5KzzI/AAAAAAAAA_E/HYap_tn3xUI/s72-c/a98b9c2bf4670588cce8fa22fc9e333774f7d3c0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-4990201001231622072</id><published>2008-05-12T22:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T23:25:38.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mothers day 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It made me happy to get this handmade mothers day card from my daughter today after church. The feed back was affirming and encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mothers love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; y special friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;wl watching carefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;elling me to be glad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;oping to be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;mbeded in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;ising like a cloud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S ing me to sleep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L istening to my stories&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;li, Kudos and my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;ery precious to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;verlasting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails. I want to drive up in a mini van that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp. I want to be there with grass stains on my shoes from mowing my elderly neighbors lawn. i want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbor's children. I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someones garden. I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder. I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived." ~Marjorie P. Hinkley&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-4990201001231622072?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4990201001231622072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=4990201001231622072' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/4990201001231622072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/4990201001231622072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day-2007.html' title='mothers day 2007'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-3587489265242767264</id><published>2008-05-12T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T21:51:32.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>women &amp; authority</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCkdXP5K0DI/AAAAAAAABBE/dRBbvuCTGXw/s1600-h/63df791334f9ee1c8442e9f6766b677117f23254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199719530016460850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCkdXP5K0DI/AAAAAAAABBE/dRBbvuCTGXw/s320/63df791334f9ee1c8442e9f6766b677117f23254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was watching the movie 'Take the Lead' with Antonio Banderous about Latin Dance and the nature of leading and following. It makes me think of women and the priesthood. I like how the Spanish accentuate feminine and masculine and how it compliments each other. The instructor, Antonio, explained that in dance the woman follows, not like a wet noodle. Their is just enough resistance in dance so that you have a sense of each other and can become one on the dance floor. You council, collaberate and share accountability without blame. The man or leader, does not make demands but a simple request, an invitation. He asks her to join him on a journey, "Let's take a walk". "Come follow me". It is in the woman's power to *choose* by following. And we can choose *this day* whom we serve, what our focus and priorities are.&lt;br /&gt;Women are born with the natural burden of the moral nurturing of society. Men are *called* to be accountable and help relieve women of the sole responsibility. I like that. Women are born natural empathizers and fail to be heard unless men are called upon to shut up and listen.&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;June said:  Truly excellent observation. In my humble opinion, sometimes to get our men's attention we have to use a very LARGE stick....a 2x4 works well! Please note: this is no defeciency of said female, just an unobservent male (no offense guys!) AFTER the "attention-getting" treatment, explain what you want, require, or need in short sentences...It helps!&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;June, that is exactly what I have been looking for. Real and concise council for posterity: "Short sentences and a 2x4, after the attention getting treatment." Might work in bed too. Guess we have to take the bull by the horns. We'll have to redefine romance. I wish we had a role model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DEwZIufmafo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DEwZIufmafo" 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/3832243212919200638-3587489265242767264?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3587489265242767264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=3587489265242767264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/3587489265242767264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/3587489265242767264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/women-authority.html' title='women &amp; authority'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCkdXP5K0DI/AAAAAAAABBE/dRBbvuCTGXw/s72-c/63df791334f9ee1c8442e9f6766b677117f23254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-2890920329354050821</id><published>2008-05-12T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T21:44:59.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><title type='text'>log cabin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCkcw_5K0CI/AAAAAAAABA8/v18Fqz-yz6Q/s1600-h/30e4105237d9e3408cb1aba4691e34706e1eacf7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199718872886464546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCkcw_5K0CI/AAAAAAAABA8/v18Fqz-yz6Q/s400/30e4105237d9e3408cb1aba4691e34706e1eacf7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCkcNP5K0BI/AAAAAAAABA0/BegcLOcapFs/s1600-h/30e4105237d9e3408cb1aba4691e34706e1eacf7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My ideal home would be 1. A log cabin (12” logs) with picture windows and a view. I like the sound of rain on a tin roof. 2. I like the open concept ‘great room’ with high ceiling, where the kitchen, dining room, and family room with a fire place are all open to eachother. This way I can enjoy cooking without being isolated in my commercial kitchen with island. I don’t like too many walls and feeling boxed in. 3. I’d need a full basement. 4. The laundry room, sewing room, linen and bathroom all in one large unit. 5. Storage for kitchen, office supply, e-bay warehousing 6. A Library, music room, confrence room in one unit. A gymn/ play room, game room, pool table, large quilting center and T.V. room in one unit. 7. Husbands Den 8. Study room/ Scrappbooking center 9. Grandparents room/ Guest Room 10. Master Bedroom with pole 11. Boy’s Bedroom 12. Girls Bedroom 13. Fenced Yard with Outbuildings (long garage/ barn, Swing set – tree house, fort, yurt, T.P., Pool/ Jacuzzi, Grandparents/ Guest house – music studio) 14. The option of adding an additional room every 15 years for each new memeber of the harem. A house should serve women, not the other way around. I want time for myself to dance, read and write.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-2890920329354050821?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/2890920329354050821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=2890920329354050821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/2890920329354050821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/2890920329354050821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/log-cabin.html' title='log cabin'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCkcw_5K0CI/AAAAAAAABA8/v18Fqz-yz6Q/s72-c/30e4105237d9e3408cb1aba4691e34706e1eacf7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-7782109706167460138</id><published>2008-05-12T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T15:15:25.734-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my creed'/><title type='text'>he lives!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCkZ4P5Kz_I/AAAAAAAABAk/TM5QBzgokrM/s1600-h/95861159ea603c04efa7c6c9bafbc9f3d2081d2e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199715698905632754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCkZ4P5Kz_I/AAAAAAAABAk/TM5QBzgokrM/s200/95861159ea603c04efa7c6c9bafbc9f3d2081d2e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is our advocate with the Father, the way, the truth and the life. He is my focus, my purpose, and legacy. &lt;a href="http://jesuschrist.lds.org/SonOfGod/eng/?cid=wpats1"&gt;I know that my Redeemer lives.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.blogmusik.net/embedded/blogplayer_3.swf?path=" width="180" height="29" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" color1="CCCCCC&amp;amp;color2=" color3="0066ff" scale="ShowAll" loop="loop" menu="menu" wmode="Window" quality="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mUhU0HgTq94" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come thou fount&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tIBro7D50KQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tIBro7D50KQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relationship with heavenly father. He's smiling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-7782109706167460138?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7782109706167460138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=7782109706167460138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/7782109706167460138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/7782109706167460138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/he-lives.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://jesuschrist.lds.org/SonOfGod/eng/?cid=wpats1&quot;&gt;he lives!&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCkZ4P5Kz_I/AAAAAAAABAk/TM5QBzgokrM/s72-c/95861159ea603c04efa7c6c9bafbc9f3d2081d2e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-876675901935946440</id><published>2008-05-12T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T18:07:19.519-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>1982</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCkXSv5Kz9I/AAAAAAAABAU/S4Xsfytf9Yc/s1600-h/95a23c1101c1ad994a38cc668179054195b4f0db.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199712855637282770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCkXSv5Kz9I/AAAAAAAABAU/S4Xsfytf9Yc/s400/95a23c1101c1ad994a38cc668179054195b4f0db.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture reminds me of the sunrise route I took to early morning seminary while attending the Carson Valley High School. From the Genoa road you could see the whole Carson Valley like a patchwork quilt of farm land, the straight ribbon of highway running through, the fantastic sunrise! As a young women I knew the meaning of life, I felt so alive and such gratitude. This is also the breathtaking view from our home atop a crest of hill just below the Sierra Mountains Job's Peak. Green valley and snow capped mountains. For a 'poor' man dad provided us some good living (Tahoe pines and mountain lake, the Palouse rolling green hills, blooming desert oasis that my mom created, Colorado Rockies, the Eifles of Germany, California coast, great road trips) This was practicly the scene from our home above Carson Valley only a little more southernly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-876675901935946440?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/876675901935946440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=876675901935946440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/876675901935946440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/876675901935946440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/1982.html' title='1982'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCkXSv5Kz9I/AAAAAAAABAU/S4Xsfytf9Yc/s72-c/95a23c1101c1ad994a38cc668179054195b4f0db.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-8923430842312840892</id><published>2008-05-12T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T00:52:34.380-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>1776-1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCqaCv5K08I/AAAAAAAABII/plu9DPnuJs8/s1600-h/d01a3cef16d1f31e1a1617a3b15447b8f87a5552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200138091759326146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCqaCv5K08I/AAAAAAAABII/plu9DPnuJs8/s400/d01a3cef16d1f31e1a1617a3b15447b8f87a5552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;1776 - 1976-&lt;/strong&gt; I remember the liberty bell, the freedom train, disco balls, people dance funny, dad braught home a truck load of snow home to sacramento, swim lessons, drive in movies, star wars, road shows, mary k. and mark got married, dad was the humble church custodian and the prophet shook his hand. We reffered reverently to president Kimball as "Yoda Man". That's the year I was baptized by my father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-8923430842312840892?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8923430842312840892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=8923430842312840892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/8923430842312840892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/8923430842312840892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/1776-1976.html' title='1776-1976'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCqaCv5K08I/AAAAAAAABII/plu9DPnuJs8/s72-c/d01a3cef16d1f31e1a1617a3b15447b8f87a5552.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-4585071840737418078</id><published>2008-05-12T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:26:30.208-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>5 things</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I Was Doing Ten Years Ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Taking care of a ranch and my offspring  2. Studying nutrition, revamping our menu several times over. Ugh. (low cal, low fat, low carb, low glycemic, dairy free, food free, toddler..)  3. Community volunteer (p.t.a, women's groups, sunday school, teaching, leading, (neglecting myself and children)  4. Slowly learning to priorities, then simplify  5. I guess now is not the time to ask. Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On My To Do List today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Sort Study  2. Contact sis, etc  3. Laundry, vitamins, read, walk, 4. Take girls to see ‘Hairspray’ w/ John Travolta, duck pond5. Help in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snacks I enjoy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cheese, french bread, grapes, sparkling cider  2. Crepes  3. Muscle milk  4. Thin oatmeal with egg  5. Custard flan, creme brule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Songs I know the lyrics to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Whistle down the wind- a lloyd webber  2. Love you more- celine dion  3. Amish paradise- weird al  4. Pie Esu, Come Thou Fount  5. Nothing fails- madonna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would do if I were a billionaire:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Invest in ‘voice’ (knowledge workers idealy) &amp; live off the interest  2. Give 10% (law of generosity &amp;amp; gratitude attract more)  3. Childrens education, pay off debt  4. Travel, teach English, write, publish  5. Design my own comercial kitchen!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad Habits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Putting others first 2. Over comitting  3.4.5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd never wear again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Stirrup leggings2. Shoulder pads 3.4.5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Read &amp;amp; write 2. Walk &amp; talk 3. Road trips &amp; water ways  4. dance  5. Chill with my children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite toys:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. rec center 2.3.4.5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lRqoIHZpWUU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lRqoIHZpWUU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-4585071840737418078?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4585071840737418078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=4585071840737418078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/4585071840737418078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/4585071840737418078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/5-things.html' title='5 things'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-8535747220251223691</id><published>2008-05-12T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T19:29:56.550-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>personal transitions 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCj9D_5KzxI/AAAAAAAAA-0/OBVOSlBWnzI/s1600-h/e544b61a1977ef4f9a9a5ba157c33b8983d621a9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199684014931889938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCj9D_5KzxI/AAAAAAAAA-0/OBVOSlBWnzI/s400/e544b61a1977ef4f9a9a5ba157c33b8983d621a9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2006 At-a-Glance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Moves:&lt;/strong&gt; from country to townhouse&lt;strong&gt; *Beginnings:&lt;/strong&gt; black&lt;strong&gt; *Endings:&lt;/strong&gt; stark realities but fewer nightmares &lt;strong&gt;*Proudest moment:&lt;/strong&gt; building bridges, taking charge of my idenitity in all of my interpersonal relationships&lt;strong&gt; *Accomplishments:&lt;/strong&gt; more skilled with beans and whole wheat &lt;strong&gt;*Bonuses &amp;amp; Highpoints:&lt;/strong&gt; after 16 years my man still loves me inspite of me &lt;strong&gt;*Biggest challenge:&lt;/strong&gt; finding my voice. &lt;strong&gt;Low Points &amp;amp; Losses:&lt;/strong&gt; time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;slice of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Most memorable world event:&lt;/strong&gt; have not watched the news in a year. &lt;strong&gt;Biggest Surprise:&lt;br /&gt;Best Day:&lt;/strong&gt;every day &lt;strong&gt;Worst day:&lt;/strong&gt;every day &lt;strong&gt;Theme Song or Soundtrack:&lt;/strong&gt; Napolean Dynamite &lt;strong&gt;Most moving movie: Biggest purchase:&lt;/strong&gt; scrapbook supplies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Births:&lt;/strong&gt; nephews preston, isaac. &lt;strong&gt;Deaths:&lt;/strong&gt; dad, our friend Bill. &lt;strong&gt;Major Players in my Life:&lt;/strong&gt; husband, children, father, mother-in-law, wally. &lt;strong&gt;New people:&lt;/strong&gt; my good friends at OurStory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old friends/reconnections:&lt;/strong&gt; estranged brothers and I are duking it out once more but with a little more class maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;moving forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Vision for this coming year:&lt;/strong&gt; society, find my pace, dignity, living husband and father, sariah, send me a stair climber. It could happen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-8535747220251223691?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8535747220251223691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=8535747220251223691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/8535747220251223691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/8535747220251223691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/personal-transitions-2006.html' title='personal transitions 2006'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCj9D_5KzxI/AAAAAAAAA-0/OBVOSlBWnzI/s72-c/e544b61a1977ef4f9a9a5ba157c33b8983d621a9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-2794670427874001034</id><published>2008-05-12T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T19:17:09.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><title type='text'>thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjM_f5KzSI/AAAAAAAAA68/J_UmdyOlgsA/s1600-h/f9f2ab58afdcf05a9fbe4a18fb7e0c3322f2eef4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199631161064344866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjM_f5KzSI/AAAAAAAAA68/J_UmdyOlgsA/s200/f9f2ab58afdcf05a9fbe4a18fb7e0c3322f2eef4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh! The joy of freshness. The pleasure of plumbing. The mercy of mountain money (t.p.) I just want to take a moment to express my thankfulness. What else makes this a great time to be alive? Celine Dion, Oprah, Iris Chan, Josh Groban.. I want what I got. I am thankful for the atonement, to be an American, for family, children, soulmate of 17 years, relative health and wealth, the restoration of the priesthood, my rich revolutionary and pioneer heritage, Joseph Smith, the Written Word, peace, joy, love, faith, hope, light, knowledge, certainty, clarity. Excuse me if I be humbly open up about the things that are a part of me. I am not thankful for telephones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nov. 23, 2007- Note to self: feelings of peace &amp;amp; grattitude as I ran my hands through the dressing, the scent of poultry seasoning and sage, and the sound of my husbands deep sexy voice humming chinese classics. It is good to hear him sing. Everyone is home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-2794670427874001034?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/2794670427874001034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=2794670427874001034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/2794670427874001034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/2794670427874001034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/thanks.html' title='thanks'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjM_f5KzSI/AAAAAAAAA68/J_UmdyOlgsA/s72-c/f9f2ab58afdcf05a9fbe4a18fb7e0c3322f2eef4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-2240131985759893157</id><published>2008-05-12T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T18:39:40.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os bio questions'/><title type='text'>bookstore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjxV_5KztI/AAAAAAAAA-U/wtPwFTFHhTk/s1600-h/34dbe683c74fdf153e504ce53379513b6462f350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199671130030001874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjxV_5KztI/AAAAAAAAA-U/wtPwFTFHhTk/s400/34dbe683c74fdf153e504ce53379513b6462f350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's your favorite section of a bookstore?- Well, it seems to be health, nutrition, relationships, philosophy and children's books. I like biographies and history too.Cat said: Right now I find Medical Mysteries quite compelling. Case Studies from reputable Journals of Medicine and Nursing are where most of these can be found. Unfortunantly I have not had a lot of time lately to read. So I watch a show called "House" with actor Hugh Larie starring Dr. Gregory House.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-2240131985759893157?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/2240131985759893157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=2240131985759893157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/2240131985759893157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/2240131985759893157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/bookstore.html' title='bookstore'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjxV_5KztI/AAAAAAAAA-U/wtPwFTFHhTk/s72-c/34dbe683c74fdf153e504ce53379513b6462f350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-5085028766070264775</id><published>2008-05-12T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T18:37:06.678-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os bio questions'/><title type='text'>dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjs3v5KzrI/AAAAAAAAA-E/m75T4LSR-Bg/s1600-h/332bdda558bf3b0a924bc1c72fddc636b3cdde13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199666212292447922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjs3v5KzrI/AAAAAAAAA-E/m75T4LSR-Bg/s400/332bdda558bf3b0a924bc1c72fddc636b3cdde13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What were your wildest dreams as a child?- My wildest dream as a child was to live "somewhere that's green" with a red barn and horses in the northwest. I felt and dreamed this in my sleep. Then I forgot about the dream until after it came true. I was reading in my mothers journal. She had recorded my dream when I was a child. Now I need a new dream. My wildest dream now..is to write children's books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked my granny what words of advice she has for posterity. She said "don't wish for nothing. You will only be disappointed." I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; her grandmother had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;taught&lt;/span&gt; her children to dream. I grew up knowing what I wanted, believing and seeing my prayers answered. Thank you mom and dad. The book of Abraham is about 'how to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt;'. That we are not helpless victims and can solve problems. This is not something I can preach because at times there are real dilemmas in life. But the options and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;possibilities&lt;/span&gt; are endless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-5085028766070264775?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5085028766070264775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=5085028766070264775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/5085028766070264775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/5085028766070264775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/dream.html' title='dream'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjs3v5KzrI/AAAAAAAAA-E/m75T4LSR-Bg/s72-c/332bdda558bf3b0a924bc1c72fddc636b3cdde13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-5497835249668932778</id><published>2008-05-12T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T18:17:10.692-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os bio questions'/><title type='text'>super power</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjsBv5KzpI/AAAAAAAAA90/O9ld9DCvigQ/s1600-h/8bdc8ced2c93217a6b325623fff4c1e3b0ee75ae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199665284579511954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjsBv5KzpI/AAAAAAAAA90/O9ld9DCvigQ/s400/8bdc8ced2c93217a6b325623fff4c1e3b0ee75ae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;what super power would you want?- healing and time travel *Here is a brauder list of super powers to choose from. Speed, flight, strength, endurance, invincible, vision, hearing, healing, breath, vocal, intellect, magic, mutation, immortality, invisibility, matter ingestion, natural armor, natural weapons, reactive adaptation, self-detonation, esp, astral projection, clairvoyance, empathy, mediumship, precognition, telepathy, mind control, illusion, shape shifting, transportation, time travel, manipulate energy, radiation, gravity, elements, air, cold, fire, plant, water, weather, shadow, time sound, scream, omnipotent, omnipresent, omniscient, omnilingual, all knowing, pocket universe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-5497835249668932778?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5497835249668932778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=5497835249668932778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/5497835249668932778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/5497835249668932778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/super-power.html' title='super power'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjsBv5KzpI/AAAAAAAAA90/O9ld9DCvigQ/s72-c/8bdc8ced2c93217a6b325623fff4c1e3b0ee75ae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-2421767988494580503</id><published>2008-05-12T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T11:32:58.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os bio questions'/><title type='text'>garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjrLf5KzoI/AAAAAAAAA9s/bg7TAG-w1zQ/s1600-h/9bf49dbf8d2d4aec872c066cebcfcec4c4544067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199664352571608706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjrLf5KzoI/AAAAAAAAA9s/bg7TAG-w1zQ/s400/9bf49dbf8d2d4aec872c066cebcfcec4c4544067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you plant a garden in the spring, and if so, what do you grow?- No. I do not plant a garden. But I intend and attempt to almost every year. I want my children to know how to garden, can, hunt, preserve... but, you know, it really does take a villiage.. A very 'close' villiage. My mother had huge lush 1/4 acre gardens with strange creatures living inside it. She fertilized our Nevada plot with horse and cow manuer and made a green oasis in the middle of the desert. You can see it from the google satellite. The trees and rosebushes have grown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-2421767988494580503?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/2421767988494580503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=2421767988494580503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/2421767988494580503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/2421767988494580503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/garden_12.html' title='garden'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjrLf5KzoI/AAAAAAAAA9s/bg7TAG-w1zQ/s72-c/9bf49dbf8d2d4aec872c066cebcfcec4c4544067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-2393628475427133500</id><published>2008-05-12T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T18:10:59.691-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os bio questions'/><title type='text'>friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjqmP5KznI/AAAAAAAAA9k/mEBSwcft-rM/s1600-h/9a78db52f9c1d4f3f5a43b1d5c2d0f1e7dd63756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199663712621481586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjqmP5KznI/AAAAAAAAA9k/mEBSwcft-rM/s200/9a78db52f9c1d4f3f5a43b1d5c2d0f1e7dd63756.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What are the most important qualities you look for in friends?- Qualities I like in a friend is one who lets me feel what I am feeling and listens with her heart. We bring out the best in each other, council and '&lt;strong&gt;keep confidences'&lt;/strong&gt;. Not a blabber mouth. She has her own life and a timely word. Honesty, integrity, respect for human dignity and her or himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-2393628475427133500?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/2393628475427133500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=2393628475427133500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/2393628475427133500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/2393628475427133500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/friends.html' title='friends'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjqmP5KznI/AAAAAAAAA9k/mEBSwcft-rM/s72-c/9a78db52f9c1d4f3f5a43b1d5c2d0f1e7dd63756.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-1925590999260214372</id><published>2008-05-12T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T15:36:37.194-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os bio questions'/><title type='text'>live</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjpvv5KzmI/AAAAAAAAA9c/A3sJv0bIJgM/s1600-h/ad235bc1079cbc755074fead14cc6e32701aa315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199662776318611042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjpvv5KzmI/AAAAAAAAA9c/A3sJv0bIJgM/s320/ad235bc1079cbc755074fead14cc6e32701aa315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What would you do with your time if you were given six months to live?- With six months to live I would hire a chef, and a chauffeur. Play, dance &amp;amp; read with my children, and write. This is my wildest dream. It alone is a full time job. Look at them shameless thighs. Way to go girl! "Live like you were dying."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-1925590999260214372?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1925590999260214372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=1925590999260214372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/1925590999260214372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/1925590999260214372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/live.html' title='live'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjpvv5KzmI/AAAAAAAAA9c/A3sJv0bIJgM/s72-c/ad235bc1079cbc755074fead14cc6e32701aa315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-5080818645053050823</id><published>2008-05-12T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T15:17:29.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os bio questions'/><title type='text'>fear</title><content type='html'>What one fear would you like to conquer?- I guess I would like to conquer the fear of letting things that matter most be at the mercy of things that matter, but least. But I am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;courageous&lt;/span&gt; dragon slayer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-5080818645053050823?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5080818645053050823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=5080818645053050823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/5080818645053050823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/5080818645053050823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/fear.html' title='fear'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-175152472750434052</id><published>2008-05-12T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T18:03:02.612-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os bio questions'/><title type='text'>cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjouf5KzkI/AAAAAAAAA9M/ggw0I1EbeiM/s1600-h/abb71746ef17d477147e0a4577afaa266b0361ec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199661655332146754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjouf5KzkI/AAAAAAAAA9M/ggw0I1EbeiM/s400/abb71746ef17d477147e0a4577afaa266b0361ec.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Describe a car that you have owned- Why does this car stand out in your mind? Be sure to add a picture if you have one.- a gremlin, a volkswagon rabbit, a buick, a big red Ford truck called "big red". We currently own a trusty '94' Chevy truck, and three 80's model mercedes benz. One was inherited. I guess 'big red' stands out in my mind. It was an old tank, stick shift, with very big wheels. Kinda' high. I should have got the audi fox dad tried to talk me into.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-175152472750434052?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/175152472750434052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=175152472750434052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/175152472750434052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/175152472750434052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/cars.html' title='cars'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjouf5KzkI/AAAAAAAAA9M/ggw0I1EbeiM/s72-c/abb71746ef17d477147e0a4577afaa266b0361ec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-7129101323732594499</id><published>2008-05-12T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T18:03:45.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os bio questions'/><title type='text'>if i were president</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjo6f5KzlI/AAAAAAAAA9U/Z6okn8Ra67A/s1600-h/f10f97befe9c8d254ce18d5fb81b816ba4d18c26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199661861490576978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjo6f5KzlI/AAAAAAAAA9U/Z6okn8Ra67A/s400/f10f97befe9c8d254ce18d5fb81b816ba4d18c26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's the first thing you'd do if you were president?- I would teach the world how to LISTEN. Conflict resolutions skills. If we are indifferent to, afraid of, or despise a person or people I would expect that we learn something new about them every day. Ask, Seek, Knock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-7129101323732594499?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7129101323732594499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=7129101323732594499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/7129101323732594499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/7129101323732594499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-i-were-president.html' title='if i were president'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjo6f5KzlI/AAAAAAAAA9U/Z6okn8Ra67A/s72-c/f10f97befe9c8d254ce18d5fb81b816ba4d18c26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-5796594721473635291</id><published>2008-05-12T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T18:53:11.827-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os bio questions'/><title type='text'>time capsule</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjnWv5KzhI/AAAAAAAAA80/2cX8YAkziYs/s1600-h/26359e3486f675e497909cebb90be5384479a780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199660147798625810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjnWv5KzhI/AAAAAAAAA80/2cX8YAkziYs/s400/26359e3486f675e497909cebb90be5384479a780.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family Treasures- What five items would you put in a time capsule?  1. Our family history (photos, scrapbooks, mimentos, old letters, journals, documentations of the ordinary, pedigree, medical history, usb flashdrive).  2. Granny's hug quilts  3. Favorite books, music, videos, children's books  4. A listening ear  5. The written Word.  live, love, learn, laugh, legacy..basic human needs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-5796594721473635291?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5796594721473635291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=5796594721473635291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/5796594721473635291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/5796594721473635291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-capsul.html' title='time capsule'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjnWv5KzhI/AAAAAAAAA80/2cX8YAkziYs/s72-c/26359e3486f675e497909cebb90be5384479a780.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-1954384979889976159</id><published>2008-05-12T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:47:54.415-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>trainer, coach, spectator</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjlAv5KzfI/AAAAAAAAA8k/aOXODsuSwec/s1600-h/fb4f29503b43fd9901e4009b1141fad084e6fb63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199657570818248178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjlAv5KzfI/AAAAAAAAA8k/aOXODsuSwec/s200/fb4f29503b43fd9901e4009b1141fad084e6fb63.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jim- My personal philosophy is what I heard once that Parenting is like baseball. When the kids are little you are the trainer, as they grow you become the coach. By the teenage years you are the manager, and when they get to the college years,(this is the hardest one) you have to be the spectator, The fan. Try to mix it up and you are asking for trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-1954384979889976159?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1954384979889976159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=1954384979889976159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/1954384979889976159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/1954384979889976159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/trainer-coach-spectator.html' title='trainer, coach, spectator'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjlAv5KzfI/AAAAAAAAA8k/aOXODsuSwec/s72-c/fb4f29503b43fd9901e4009b1141fad084e6fb63.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-8036007500472248243</id><published>2008-05-12T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:45:59.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>risk</title><content type='html'>"To laugh is to risk appearing the fool. To weep is to risk being called sentimental. To reach out to another is to risk involvement. To expose feelings is to risk showing your true self. To place your ideas and your dreams before them is to risk being called naive. To love is to risk not being loved in return. To live is to risk dying. To hope is to risk despair, and to try is to risk failure.But risks must be taken, because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing. The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, is nothing and becomes nothing. He [or she] may avoid suffering and sorrow, but he simply cannot learn and feel and change and grow and love and live. Chained by his certitudes, he is a slave, he’s forfeited his freedom.Only the person who risks is truly free.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-8036007500472248243?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8036007500472248243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=8036007500472248243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/8036007500472248243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/8036007500472248243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/risk.html' title='risk'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-4858730550228662026</id><published>2008-05-12T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:42:35.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjj6f5KzdI/AAAAAAAAA8U/djjrnXoDxJg/s1600-h/ca019ef2bd5407d043544b2707a6c19d883d6fd7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199656363932437970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjj6f5KzdI/AAAAAAAAA8U/djjrnXoDxJg/s200/ca019ef2bd5407d043544b2707a6c19d883d6fd7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“Love is the only bow of life's dark cloud. It is the Morning and Evening Star. It shines upon the cradle of the babe, and sheds its radiance upon the quiet tomb. It is the Mother of Art, inspirer of poet, patriot, and philosopher. It is the air and light of every heart, builder of every home, kinder of every fire on every hearth, It was the first dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody. Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to joy, and makes right royal kings of common clay.” -Robert Green Ingersoll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-4858730550228662026?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4858730550228662026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=4858730550228662026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/4858730550228662026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/4858730550228662026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/love_12.html' title='love'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjj6f5KzdI/AAAAAAAAA8U/djjrnXoDxJg/s72-c/ca019ef2bd5407d043544b2707a6c19d883d6fd7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-6745788851805599106</id><published>2008-05-12T17:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:43:13.369-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>beautiful people</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjkFf5KzeI/AAAAAAAAA8c/EtlhEFq0Jao/s1600-h/a1a2fb6d6e489556f97cb3f4bac7d86acf34fd31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199656552910999010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjkFf5KzeI/AAAAAAAAA8c/EtlhEFq0Jao/s200/a1a2fb6d6e489556f97cb3f4bac7d86acf34fd31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;meadowrose- "Beautiful people do not just happen...The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern...Beautiful people do not just happen..." ~ Elizabeth Kubler Ross&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-6745788851805599106?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/6745788851805599106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=6745788851805599106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/6745788851805599106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/6745788851805599106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/beautiful-people.html' title='beautiful people'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjkFf5KzeI/AAAAAAAAA8c/EtlhEFq0Jao/s72-c/a1a2fb6d6e489556f97cb3f4bac7d86acf34fd31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-4006887902448259940</id><published>2008-05-12T17:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:25:51.343-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>old days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjgCP5KzaI/AAAAAAAAA78/y_gKhai80qo/s1600-h/76785e84abef8dcde4b57f8e751a686309d96b7f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199652099029912994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjgCP5KzaI/AAAAAAAAA78/y_gKhai80qo/s400/76785e84abef8dcde4b57f8e751a686309d96b7f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kathy- I am a young child of the old days. My Bisbee roots wrap for 367 years between the cracks in New England rock walls, dig deep into the soil of the Western foothills and remote woods of Maine, and the sweet sap of my ancestors lifeblood runs through rusty taps in ancient maples.&lt;br /&gt;My mother's herstory (The Harts) runs right up through the hollows of West Virginia's mountains, into coal mining towns and out of poverty, from the border of France and Germany to Scotland and Ireland. When I visit these places, I feel their presence. Their memories, like mine, are planted in the soil, deep under the frost of winter, the mud of summer and the leaves of fall. It's my challenge to dig deep and find their stories.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy studying the past, the present, to be guided into the future by my ancestors. --Kathy Bisbee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-4006887902448259940?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4006887902448259940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=4006887902448259940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/4006887902448259940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/4006887902448259940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/old-days.html' title='old days'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjgCP5KzaI/AAAAAAAAA78/y_gKhai80qo/s72-c/76785e84abef8dcde4b57f8e751a686309d96b7f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-6224053419830367321</id><published>2008-05-12T17:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:24:11.902-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>strength &amp; courage</title><content type='html'>Janice- It takes strength to be firm,It takes courage to be gentle. *It takes strength to stand guard,It takes courage to let down your guard. *It takes strength to conquer,It takes courage to surrender. *It takes strength to be certain,It takes courage to have doubt. *It takes strength to fit in,It takes courage to stand out. *It takes strength to feel a friend's pain,It takes courage to feel your own pain. *It takes strength to hide your own pains,It takes courage to show them. *It takes strength to endure abuse,It takes courage to stop it. *It takes strength to stand alone,It takes courage to lean on another. *It takes strength to love,It takes courage to be loved.*&lt;br /&gt;It takes strength to survive,It takes courage to live&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-6224053419830367321?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/6224053419830367321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=6224053419830367321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/6224053419830367321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/6224053419830367321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/strength-courage.html' title='strength &amp; courage'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-7661261343642571886</id><published>2008-05-12T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:22:29.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>caregiver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjfN_5KzZI/AAAAAAAAA70/Oo2PI-VdNLA/s1600-h/6539e40c24cc54bf3289ea94945468001057c318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199651201381748114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjfN_5KzZI/AAAAAAAAA70/Oo2PI-VdNLA/s200/6539e40c24cc54bf3289ea94945468001057c318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;june- caregiver bill of rights *You Have The Right To Take Care Of Yourself: eat right, exercise regularly, and get enough rest. *You Have The Right To Have Mixed Emotions: happy, sad, frustrated, guilty, afraid, thankful. *You Have The Right To Have Solitude: for planning, thinking, reflections, introspection, prayer, and relaxation. *You Have The Right Not To Accept some or all of your party invitations. *You Have The Right To Ask For Help And Support from friends, family, your church/synagogue/mosque and community. *You Have The Right To Give gifts that are within your holiday budget. *You Have The Right To Say No to alcohol, cigarettes, drugs and a second piece of pie. *You Have The Right To Not to ride with a drunk driver. *You Have The Right To take away the keys of a drunk friend or relative who wants to drive, and to call a taxi. *You Have The Right To Smile at harassed salesclerks and angry drivers, and to give them a peace of your mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-7661261343642571886?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7661261343642571886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=7661261343642571886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/7661261343642571886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/7661261343642571886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/caregiver.html' title='caregiver'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjfN_5KzZI/AAAAAAAAA70/Oo2PI-VdNLA/s72-c/6539e40c24cc54bf3289ea94945468001057c318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-515773748228131703</id><published>2008-05-12T17:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:20:59.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>children</title><content type='html'>Chloe- do no harm · Each second we live is a new and unique moment of the universe, a moment that will never be again...And what do we teach our children? We teach them that two and two make four, and that Paris is the capital of France. When will we also teach them what they are? We should say to each of them: Do you know what you are? You are a marvel. You are unique. In all the years that have passed, there has never been another child like you. Your legs, your arms, your clever fingers, the way you move. You may become a Shakespeare, a Michaelangelo, a Beethoveen. You have the capacity for anything. Yes, you are a marvel. And when you grow up, can you then harm another who is, like you, a marvel? You must work -- we must all work -- to make the world worthy of its children. ~ Pablo Casals, Spanish Cellist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-515773748228131703?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/515773748228131703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=515773748228131703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/515773748228131703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/515773748228131703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/children.html' title='children'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-7470728786955564140</id><published>2008-05-12T17:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:18:55.950-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>winters gift</title><content type='html'>by Justice- Snow falls~ in a hushed silence~ that envelopes the senses.~ The stars glitter tonight,~ with the brilliance~ of a thousand diamonds.~ I am but a humble observer of all the majesty~ that nature has chosen~ to bestow upon me.~ I live for moments such as this.~ From the warmth~ of my window~ the scene outside~ is breathtakingly beautiful.~ And I file away the photograph~ that my mind has taken forever to treasure~ and enjoy it time and time again~ in the future, long after this~ vision has faded with the changing seasons.~ I turn and pause in the glow of the fireplace lit room,~ and I reach out with my heart~ and embrace this moment that has been given to me,~ to cherish and to keep.~ This peaceful winter's evening~ and it's soothing tranquility,~ belong to me.~ Long after winter has gone this memory will remain.~ Winter's gift and my photograph. ~copyright 2007 Justice Grey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-7470728786955564140?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7470728786955564140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=7470728786955564140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/7470728786955564140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/7470728786955564140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/winters-gift.html' title='winters gift'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-4775597355092964425</id><published>2008-05-12T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T18:47:03.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>strong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjd7P5KzYI/AAAAAAAAA7s/ZN9B8fKhJ6M/s1600-h/051282a3b91adebbdc9e733b7f2031cf80ce4e67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199649779747573122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjd7P5KzYI/AAAAAAAAA7s/ZN9B8fKhJ6M/s200/051282a3b91adebbdc9e733b7f2031cf80ce4e67.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Claudette- They take my kindness for weakness. They take my silence for speechless. *They consider my uniqueness strange. They call my language slang. *They see my confidence as conceit. They see my mistakes as defeat. *They consider my success accidental. They minimize my intelligence to "potential." *My questions mean, "I'm unaware." My advancement is somehow unfair. *Any praise is preferential treatment. To voice concern is discontentment. *If I stand up for myself, I'm too defensive. If I don't trust them, I'm too apprehensive. *I'm defiant if I separate. Yet, I'm fake if I assimilate. *So, constantly I am faced with work place hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My character is constantly under attack. Pride for my race makes me, "too black." Yet, I can only be me. And who am I you might ask? I am that Strong Black Person...Who stands on the backs of my ancestors. Achievements, with an erect spine pointing to the stars with Pride, Dignity, and Respect. Letting the American work place know, that I not only possess the ability to play by the rules but, I can make them as well! ~Black History 365&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-4775597355092964425?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4775597355092964425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=4775597355092964425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/4775597355092964425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/4775597355092964425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/strong.html' title='strong'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjd7P5KzYI/AAAAAAAAA7s/ZN9B8fKhJ6M/s72-c/051282a3b91adebbdc9e733b7f2031cf80ce4e67.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-8505741652469489295</id><published>2008-05-12T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:14:25.977-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>optimism</title><content type='html'>Bev- "No pessimest ever discovered the secret of the stars, or sailed to an unchartered land or opened a new heaven to the human spirit." Helen Keller. "The pessimist in all of us is just the fear of venturing into the unknown. The fear of venturing into the unknown is what keeps us from the optimism of our dreams we once held close".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-8505741652469489295?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8505741652469489295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=8505741652469489295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/8505741652469489295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/8505741652469489295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/optimism.html' title='optimism'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-3409879440169867527</id><published>2008-05-12T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:13:28.523-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>serenity prayer</title><content type='html'>meadowrose- God, grant me the &lt;strong&gt;serenity&lt;/strong&gt; to accept the things I cannot change, the&lt;strong&gt; courage&lt;/strong&gt; to change the things I can and the&lt;strong&gt; wisdom&lt;/strong&gt; to know the difference.&lt;br /&gt;Living one day at a time,enjoying one moment at a time,accepting hardship as a pathway to peace; taking, as Jesus did, this sinful world as it is,not as I would have it; Trusting that You will make all things right if I surrender to Your will, so that I may be reasonably happy in this life,and supremely happy with You forever in the next. Amen. ~Reinhold Niebuhr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-3409879440169867527?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3409879440169867527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=3409879440169867527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/3409879440169867527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/3409879440169867527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/serenity-prayer.html' title='serenity prayer'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-2827138452477190307</id><published>2008-05-12T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:12:19.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>catty</title><content type='html'>Kathy- But why is there cattiness? I think there is dynamic in our culture that pits women against one another. Because we are treated as sexual beings, by men, women and our society, it becomes a game that if we don't play, we get left out. I grew up a total tomboy, confident, physcial, sure of myself, isolated from discrimination of all kinds. I didn't even know that I was different or going to get treated differently than boys. It was huge awakening and very hard when women started telling me I needed to do this and that to be a "woman" (don't take big steps, shave your legs, wear makeup and skirts, act more passively around men, don't show that you're interested in sex, be more gentle, don't speak up). I felt betrayed. And, since I wanted to do certain things in the world, I had to learn how to be like men. They still run the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you do have to be tough, but you cannot lose your humanity or your femininity either. I always try to find women to support, both in more senior positions than me and more junior. We have to be honest about our challenges and stop acting like we can do it all, career, mom, hot sex, up-to-date, caretaking everyone and also be a great cook...It's hard (sometimes maybe worse than what women had to do in the 1950's!) and we need to support each other to create our own networks, make our way as women in leadership positions and try to be in balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always interesting when I find myself looking for the next step in my career. When I reach out to my entire network, it's always the men who offer to connect me to potential jobs and people, and the women are the ones who call to see how I am feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We women need to be as good at generating support for each other as we are at caring for each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-2827138452477190307?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/2827138452477190307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=2827138452477190307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/2827138452477190307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/2827138452477190307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/catty.html' title='catty'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-7767375382659572898</id><published>2008-05-12T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:10:37.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>garden</title><content type='html'>Janice~ How To Plant Your Garden- First, you Come to the garden alone while the dew is still on the roses....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE GARDEN OF YOUR DAILY LIVING,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLANT THREE ROWS OF PEAS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;2. Peace of heart&lt;br /&gt;3. Peace of soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLANT FOUR ROWS OF SQUASH:&lt;br /&gt;1. Squash gossip&lt;br /&gt;2. Squash indifference&lt;br /&gt;3. Squash grumbling&lt;br /&gt;4. Squash selfishness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLANT FOUR ROWS OF LETTUCE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Lettuce be faithful&lt;br /&gt;2. Lettuce be kind&lt;br /&gt;3. Lettuce be patient&lt;br /&gt;4. Lettuce really love one another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO GARDEN IS WITHOUT TURNIPS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Turnip for meetings&lt;br /&gt;2. Turnip for service&lt;br /&gt;3. Turnip to help one another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO CONCLUDE OUR GARDEN WE MUST HAVE THYME:&lt;br /&gt;1. Thyme for each other&lt;br /&gt;2. Thyme for family&lt;br /&gt;3. Thyme for friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water freely with patience and cultivate with love. There is much fruit in your garden because you reap what you sow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-7767375382659572898?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7767375382659572898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=7767375382659572898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/7767375382659572898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/7767375382659572898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/garden.html' title='garden'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-1064602164473787255</id><published>2008-05-12T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T15:42:53.555-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>stress less</title><content type='html'>janice- 1.not too sensitive 2.not doubt self 3.be selfish enough 4.express self 5.empathy- don't fix it 6.prove worth not worth it 7.respect differences 8.share-get involved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-1064602164473787255?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1064602164473787255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=1064602164473787255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/1064602164473787255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/1064602164473787255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/stress-less.html' title='stress less'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-2293460369774255380</id><published>2008-05-12T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:07:23.984-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>sometimes god</title><content type='html'>mark- ...breaks our spirit TO SAVE our soul...breaks our heart to make us WHOLE...sends us pain so we can be STRONGER...sends us failure so we can be HUMBLE...sends us illness so we can take better CARE of ourselves...takes everything away from us so we can LEARN the value of everything HE gave us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-2293460369774255380?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/2293460369774255380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=2293460369774255380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/2293460369774255380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/2293460369774255380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/sometimes-god.html' title='sometimes god'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-424793586619958104</id><published>2008-05-12T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:06:19.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>healing prayer</title><content type='html'>Jenaka- Mother, sing me a song That will ease my pain, Mend broken bones, Bring wholeness again. Catch my babies When they are born, Sing my death song, Teach me how to mourn. Show me the Medicine Of the healing herbs, The value of spirit, The way I can serve. Mother, heal my heartSo that I can seeThe gifts of yoursThat can live through me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-424793586619958104?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/424793586619958104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=424793586619958104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/424793586619958104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/424793586619958104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/healing-prayer.html' title='healing prayer'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-2953253157852468267</id><published>2008-05-12T17:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:04:11.957-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>think</title><content type='html'>Earl Rudolfo- Traits of a Good Thinker · 11 Specific thinking skills: (from Thinking for a Change)1) Seeing the Wisdon of Big-Picture Thinking2) Unleashing the Potential of Focused Thinking3) Discovering the Joy of Creative Thinking4) Recognizing the Importance of Realistic Thinking5) Releasing the Power of Strategic Thinking6) Feeling the Energy of Possibility Thinking7) Embracing the Lessons of Reflective Thinking8) Questioning the Acceptance of Popular Thinking9) Encouraging the Participation of Shared Thinking10) Experiencing the Satisfaction of Unselfish Thinking11) Enjoying the Return of Bottom-Line Thinking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-2953253157852468267?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/2953253157852468267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=2953253157852468267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/2953253157852468267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/2953253157852468267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/think.html' title='think'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-8620987651341675009</id><published>2008-05-12T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:58:21.933-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>scent</title><content type='html'>Deb- turkey being roasted at Thanksgiving, the pine smell of a Douglas Fir christmas tree, the smell of a baby's neck when you nestle your nose against them to kiss them, the smell of the seashore, cinnamon boiling on the stove or apple pie baking in the oven, onions frying when Mom's cooking supper, steak cooking on the grill, Red Door perfume, fresh laundry that has been dried on the clothesline, baby powder, dial soap,coconut, new schoolbooks,leaves burning, fresh cut grass, wild honeysuckle, lilacs, vanilla, fresh peeled&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-8620987651341675009?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8620987651341675009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=8620987651341675009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/8620987651341675009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/8620987651341675009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/scent.html' title='scent'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-3770539476253309387</id><published>2008-05-12T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:57:27.954-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>commonalities</title><content type='html'>Sayid- "I personally find it much more beneficial to focus on why you are (what you are) instead of why you are not".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe "...Clearly I'm not Christian and could I make a list of why I'm not? Absolutely! But it gives me greater peace to focus on commonalities; to see that even though others (even those under the same faith umbrella) are on different paths the majority of us are seeking similar things when we choose to believe in something greater than ourselves...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-3770539476253309387?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3770539476253309387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=3770539476253309387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/3770539476253309387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/3770539476253309387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/commonalities.html' title='commonalities'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-2673090146796702779</id><published>2008-05-12T16:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:54:36.171-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>record</title><content type='html'>Kathy- "We invite you to take a moment today to record a story from yesterday for tomorrow. Scribble a note on the back of a photo, print out and file an email that caused you to pause, stop and listen to a friend on the street. Story telling and listening not only helps the teller in the telling, it helps the listener in the hearing, even across great distances of space and time". ~ The Center for Digital Story Telling - http://www.storycenter.org/index1.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-2673090146796702779?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/2673090146796702779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=2673090146796702779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/2673090146796702779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/2673090146796702779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/record.html' title='record'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-4022728298269128443</id><published>2008-05-12T16:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:53:57.424-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>be fabulous</title><content type='html'>Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you NOT to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn’t serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. You were born to make manifest the glory of God that is in you. It is not just in some of us, it is in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. ~ as quoted by Nelson Mandela&lt;br /&gt;A M L T P - Avoid Mediocrity Like The Plague&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-4022728298269128443?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4022728298269128443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=4022728298269128443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/4022728298269128443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/4022728298269128443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/be-fabulous.html' title='be fabulous'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-4713303318563574820</id><published>2008-05-12T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:53:11.919-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>remedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjYW_5KzWI/AAAAAAAAA7c/77LO-Y31gIA/s1600-h/c21ba110053aadda32912e68346ce6967fb04994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199643659419176290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjYW_5KzWI/AAAAAAAAA7c/77LO-Y31gIA/s200/c21ba110053aadda32912e68346ce6967fb04994.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Filtering&lt;/strong&gt;- Shift focus, no need to magnify&lt;strong&gt; *&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Polarized thinking&lt;/strong&gt;- Think in percenetages, not black and white judgment &lt;strong&gt;* Overgeneralization&lt;/strong&gt;-Quanitify- evidence for conclusion? There are no absolutes. &lt;strong&gt;* Mind reading-&lt;/strong&gt; Check it out- Evidence for conclusion &lt;strong&gt;* Catastriphizing&lt;/strong&gt;- Realistic Odds &lt;strong&gt;* Personalization-&lt;/strong&gt;Check it out- Evidence for conclusion - Why risk comparison? &lt;strong&gt;* Control fallacy&lt;/strong&gt;-I make it happen- Each one is responsible &lt;strong&gt;* Fallacy of Fairness&lt;/strong&gt;- Preference vs. fairness &lt;strong&gt;* Emotional Reasoning&lt;/strong&gt;- Feelings can lie &lt;strong&gt;* Global Labeling-&lt;/strong&gt; Be specific &lt;strong&gt;* Blaming&lt;/strong&gt;- I make it happen-Each one is responsible&lt;strong&gt; * Shoulds&lt;/strong&gt;- vs. Coulds, flexible values, not pharasee strick rule keeping, letter vs spirit of the law &lt;strong&gt;* Being Right-&lt;/strong&gt; Active Listening * Heaven’s reward Fallacy, Matry syndrom- The Reward is Now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-4713303318563574820?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4713303318563574820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=4713303318563574820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/4713303318563574820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/4713303318563574820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/remedy.html' title='remedy'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjYW_5KzWI/AAAAAAAAA7c/77LO-Y31gIA/s72-c/c21ba110053aadda32912e68346ce6967fb04994.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-6396300968904068036</id><published>2008-05-12T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:49:51.141-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>story weavers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjXeP5KzUI/AAAAAAAAA7M/nWRop_29kpA/s1600-h/63bcc0caa59ccb65c89f7496dcac0cb61afe4df0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199642684461600066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjXeP5KzUI/AAAAAAAAA7M/nWRop_29kpA/s200/63bcc0caa59ccb65c89f7496dcac0cb61afe4df0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OurStory.com - history of histories · 2000- "Women are the story weavers of life! They retain and transmit the stories of their ancestors while simultaneously laying down the moral fabric for the generations to follow. In doing so, they give birth not only to future nations, but individual transformation... OurStory.com allows today's modern woman to seamlessly do all that and more. With OurStory.com women can weave together a multi-media tapestry of story, photos, audio, video, and commentary to chronologically document the past, reflect on the present, and give to the future. Secrets of family trust, recipes from a loved one, remedies for illnesses, solutions for heartbreaks-- need not be forgotten. OurStory allows us to capture it all! OurStory is the contemporary way to celebrate our core as women, as the storytellers of our time!" ~ Lynn Isenberg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-6396300968904068036?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/6396300968904068036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=6396300968904068036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/6396300968904068036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/6396300968904068036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/story-weavers.html' title='story weavers'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjXeP5KzUI/AAAAAAAAA7M/nWRop_29kpA/s72-c/63bcc0caa59ccb65c89f7496dcac0cb61afe4df0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-7938334358891601686</id><published>2008-05-12T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:47:25.050-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>patriot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjXAf5KzTI/AAAAAAAAA7E/vxt3GqyksX8/s1600-h/2d2a69ae6bb2e4f73a7e0e12350ad386b867b1cb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199642173360491826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjXAf5KzTI/AAAAAAAAA7E/vxt3GqyksX8/s400/2d2a69ae6bb2e4f73a7e0e12350ad386b867b1cb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bev- "We confide in our stregnth without boasting. We respect that of others without fearing." ~ Thomas Jefferson. Artist, Ray "Bubba" Sorensen, decorated this rock on hwy 25 in rural Iowa and it has not be desicrated since.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-7938334358891601686?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7938334358891601686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=7938334358891601686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/7938334358891601686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/7938334358891601686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/patriot.html' title='patriot'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/SCjXAf5KzTI/AAAAAAAAA7E/vxt3GqyksX8/s72-c/2d2a69ae6bb2e4f73a7e0e12350ad386b867b1cb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-8499355691170792858</id><published>2008-05-12T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:44:22.886-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>dyer</title><content type='html'>Steph- There is no way to happiness, happiness is the way * accomplish much by trying less * do less, be more * see yourself in everyone * be flexible, soft and allowing * live without attachment * be generous * practice radical humility. ~ Dyer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-8499355691170792858?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8499355691170792858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=8499355691170792858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/8499355691170792858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/8499355691170792858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/dyer.html' title='dyer'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-2393246102959586839</id><published>2008-05-12T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:41:41.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>one</title><content type='html'>"...one love, one people, one day...one, one, one,one...read between the lines and free your mind...revolution is the birth of equality and the anti-thesis to oppression...." Immortal Technique&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-2393246102959586839?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/2393246102959586839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=2393246102959586839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/2393246102959586839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/2393246102959586839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/one.html' title='one'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-6765310705972582518</id><published>2008-05-12T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T16:09:12.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feminism</title><content type='html'>Cael "Writing a novel is like driving a car at night. You can see only as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way." - E.L. Doctorow&lt;br /&gt;*"We've begun to raise daughters more like sons... but few have the courage to raise our sons more like our daughters." -Gloria Steinem&lt;br /&gt;*"Some of us are becoming the men we wanted to marry." -Gloria Steinem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This kind of sums up my problems with "feminism" today. It's no longer about making women and men equal, it is about making women men.&lt;br /&gt;*"You shouldn't trust the story-teller; only trust the story." Neil Gaiman&lt;br /&gt;*"If you can't change the world, change yourself. If you can't change yourself, change the world." - Unknown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-6765310705972582518?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/6765310705972582518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=6765310705972582518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/6765310705972582518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/6765310705972582518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/feminism.html' title='feminism'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-1595114555408006497</id><published>2008-05-12T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:38:11.975-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>i wish you enough</title><content type='html'>"I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive. I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun. I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger. I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting. I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess. I wish you enough hello's to get you through the final good-bye."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-1595114555408006497?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1595114555408006497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=1595114555408006497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/1595114555408006497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/1595114555408006497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-wish-you-enough.html' title='i wish you enough'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-2374178110068159054</id><published>2008-05-12T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:37:38.094-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>oxymoronica</title><content type='html'>katie schmidt- Here is a collection of my favorite quotes from the book, "Oxymoronica: Paradoxical Wit and Wisdom From History's Greatest Wordsmiths", compiled by Mardy Grothe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck."&lt;br /&gt;The Dalai Lama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The greatest of faults is to be conscious of none." ~Thomas Carlyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. That will be the beginning." ~Louis L'Amour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The chief object of education is not to learn things, but to unlearn things." ~G.K. Chesterton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nonviolence is a powerful and just weapon...which cuts without wounding...It is a sword that heals." ~Martin Luther King Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My children didn't have my advantages: I was born into abject poverty." ~Kirk Douglas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At times it is strangely sedative to know the extent of your own powerlessness."&lt;br /&gt;Erica Jong, in "Fear of Flying" (1973)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Show me a sane man and I will cure him for you." ~Carl Jung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life begins on the other side of despair." ~Jean-Paul Sarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The end of the human race will be that it will eventually die of civilization." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is possible to give away and become richer." ~Proverbs 11:24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you are sure you understand everything that is going on around you, you are hopelessly confused." ~Walter Mondale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you wish to rise? Begin by descending. You plan a tower that will pierce the clouds? Lay first the foundation of humility." ~Saint Augustine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-2374178110068159054?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/2374178110068159054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=2374178110068159054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/2374178110068159054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/2374178110068159054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/oxymoronica.html' title='oxymoronica'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-5134140311140335436</id><published>2008-05-12T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:40:25.273-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>pray</title><content type='html'>O magazine- it doesn't have to be the blue iris, it could be weeds in a vacant lot, or a few small stones; just pay attention, then patch a few words together and don't try to make them elaborate, this isn't a contest but the doorway into thanks, and silence in which another voice may speak. ~Mary Oliver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lori- "Prayer is an act of love. It is entering into the Now. The present moment is sacred. Keep seeking, asking and listening. Then just chill. Revelation is coming to you in bits, peaces and whispers. Say thank you for the grace you have already received. It will continue to flow to you. Not all at once, but surely, bit by bit. Share what you have received with those you trust. Your issues with god? He/She can handle it. Jacob wrestled with angles too. Patients. Out of small seeds come mighty trees. Your act of love is a living seed." ~ mckenzie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-5134140311140335436?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5134140311140335436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=5134140311140335436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/5134140311140335436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/5134140311140335436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/pray.html' title='pray'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-7100813419349202960</id><published>2008-05-12T16:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:34:36.997-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>no limits</title><content type='html'>Steph- How to be a no-limit person&lt;br /&gt;1. quality vs. appearance&lt;br /&gt;2. ethics vs rules&lt;br /&gt;3. knowledge vs. achievement&lt;br /&gt;4. personal authority vs. authoritarian&lt;br /&gt;5. serenity vs. acquisition&lt;br /&gt;There is no way to happiness. Happiness is the way. ~Dyer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-7100813419349202960?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7100813419349202960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=7100813419349202960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/7100813419349202960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/7100813419349202960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-limits.html' title='no limits'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-1292123776529544975</id><published>2008-05-12T16:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:33:48.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>peace</title><content type='html'>kathy- http://www.mosaicproject.org/videos.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pW2ZKRQSE8A&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pW2ZKRQSE8A&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mosaic project- teaching children 'empathic listening skills' and that peace is possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-1292123776529544975?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1292123776529544975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=1292123776529544975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/1292123776529544975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/1292123776529544975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/peace.html' title='peace'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-8077797680719216896</id><published>2008-05-12T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:32:50.120-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>entrepreneur</title><content type='html'>O magazine- Your great idea whose time has come. You have a brainstorm but now what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do what you love &lt;br /&gt;1. Find it&lt;br /&gt;2. Go for it&lt;br /&gt;3. Live creatively ever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find your INSPIRATION * identify the NEXT STEP * create an a-1 BUSINESS PLAN * MARKET like a genius * secure FUNDING * STAFF up like a pro * Sounds simple, at least it's a start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-8077797680719216896?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8077797680719216896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=8077797680719216896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/8077797680719216896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/8077797680719216896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/entrepreneur.html' title='entrepreneur'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-6383295799162212086</id><published>2008-05-12T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:31:09.309-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>storytellers</title><content type='html'>kathy- "We invite you to take a moment today to record a story from yesterday for tomorrow. Scribble a note on the back of a photo, print out and file an email that caused you to pause, stop and listen to a friend on the street. Story telling and listening not only helps the teller in the telling, it helps the listener in the hearing, even across great distances of space and time". ~ The Center for Digital Story Telling - http://www.storycenter.org/index1.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-6383295799162212086?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/6383295799162212086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=6383295799162212086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/6383295799162212086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/6383295799162212086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/storytellers.html' title='storytellers'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-6681097759358732762</id><published>2008-05-12T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:31:26.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>sista day</title><content type='html'>Claudette's Sista Day- "I am too blessed to be stressed and too anointed to be disappointed!" * "Winners make things happen. Losers let things happen" * "To the world you might be one person, But to one person you just might be the world". * We really should celebrate together more often then just major events.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-6681097759358732762?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/6681097759358732762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=6681097759358732762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/6681097759358732762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/6681097759358732762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/sista-day.html' title='sista day'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-4666349074172487334</id><published>2008-05-12T16:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T15:51:08.996-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>get on with it</title><content type='html'>Tina- "Finish every day and be done with it...You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it...serenely, and with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson ..is that ocd?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-4666349074172487334?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4666349074172487334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=4666349074172487334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/4666349074172487334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/4666349074172487334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/get-on-with-it.html' title='get on with it'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-2153446767409085967</id><published>2008-05-12T16:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:27:57.001-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>rumi</title><content type='html'>claudette- "Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form." -Rumi *"Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart. " -Rumi *http://www.rumi.net/rumi_by_shiva.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-2153446767409085967?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/2153446767409085967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=2153446767409085967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/2153446767409085967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/2153446767409085967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/rumi.html' title='rumi'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-447181797737827295</id><published>2008-05-12T16:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:28:28.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>be content but don't settle</title><content type='html'>To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury; and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable; and wealthy, not rich; to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly; to listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart; to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasion, hurry never; in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious grow up through the common. This is to be my symphony. -Channing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-447181797737827295?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/447181797737827295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=447181797737827295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/447181797737827295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/447181797737827295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/be-content-but-dont-settle.html' title='be content but don&apos;t settle'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-5357449153936766577</id><published>2008-05-12T16:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:28:41.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>the present</title><content type='html'>www.happiness-project.com- “But we live through the fine days without noticing them; only when we fall on evil ones do we wish to have back the former. With sour faces we let a thousand bright and pleasant hours slip by unenjoyed and afterwards vainly sigh for their return when times are trying and depressing. Instead of this, we should cherish every present moment that is bearable, even the most ordinary, which with such indifference we now let slip by, and even with impatience push on.” ~Schopenhauer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-5357449153936766577?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5357449153936766577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=5357449153936766577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/5357449153936766577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/5357449153936766577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/present.html' title='the present'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-5976792549040001773</id><published>2008-05-12T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:28:58.830-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>happy</title><content type='html'>"Whoever is happy will make others happy, too." Mark Twain. *“There is no duty we so much underrate as the duty of being happy.” Robert Louis Stevenson *“What a wonderful life I’ve had! I only wish I’d realized it sooner.” Colette *“It is easy to be heavy: hard to be light.” G. K. Chesterton *“A man’s first care should be to avoid the reproaches of his own heart.” Joseph Addison *“I must do the work that I am best suited for…” Edward Weston daybook *"Let not things which matter most be at the mercy of thing which matter least." * “Best is good. Better is best.” Lisa Grunwald&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-5976792549040001773?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5976792549040001773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=5976792549040001773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/5976792549040001773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/5976792549040001773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy.html' title='happy'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-5058635848256937163</id><published>2008-05-12T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:11:08.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os quotes-quipps'/><title type='text'>the family</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ourstory.com/WeRaFamily"&gt;the richardson's&lt;/a&gt;- "We are a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that binds us all together." ~Erma Bombeck&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-5058635848256937163?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5058635848256937163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=5058635848256937163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/5058635848256937163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/5058635848256937163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/05/family.html' title='the family'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-4304898552874692324</id><published>2008-03-16T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T15:55:11.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>horton hears a who</title><content type='html'>"a person's a person no matter how small". Horton, the unmanifested elephant, had "ears to hear" a Who. He was their advocate in the cosmic jungle and 'told the story' of the people living on a 'spec' in his flower. This movie demonstrates what every culture has in common. Brilliant. There is so much more that brings us together than apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "moral authority"/ego and &lt;a href="http://martha-mary-me.blogspot.com/"&gt;'spec' managing kangaroo lady&lt;/a&gt; was not demonized in the end. I thought this went really well with Chiekos talk Friday. "I meant what I said and I said what I meant. An elephants faithful 100 percent." "Just me and my spec shooting the breeze. We're a club. We're a group. We can be a secret society and no one else can join unless they wear funny hats!" ..and keep their word.. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-4304898552874692324?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4304898552874692324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=4304898552874692324' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/4304898552874692324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/4304898552874692324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/03/horton-hears-who.html' title='horton hears a who'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-3720707328371966573</id><published>2008-03-10T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T23:07:04.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ask and it is given</title><content type='html'>“Right here, right Now. There is no other place I would rather be. Watching the world wake up from history.” &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Coincidentally&lt;/span&gt; this song by Jesus Jones came on the radio just after I seized a teaching moment with my children. I had their attention in the car on the way to the Rec Center pool for Family Night. We talked about the universal ‘law of attraction’, and the ‘power of Now’. How our thoughts attract things into our life. Everything we see had its genesis in thought, blueprint, spirit, imagination, vision, feeling. The universe says “yes” to our thoughts and does not know the difference between what we want and do not want. It only gives us what we pay attention to. There is no such thing as “no”. So we can focus on what we want instead of what we do not want. We can turn our negating thoughts into affirmations. Ex: Instead of saying “I do not.. want a red light” say “I want.. a green light.” I told them 17 seconds of pure thought connect us to another thought ‘like’ it. “Like attracts like.” 68 seconds of thought put us on the vibrational frequency of that which we think about. Yes, we share responsibility for the events in our lives. I would say humbly, we are not helpless victims. The little people are in charge. Ask and it is given. Look upon that which you desire, instead of focusing on what you dread. "The Lord sent fiery flying serpents among the them and after they were bitten he prepared a way among them that they might be healed; and all the labor which they had to perform what to 'look'; and becouse of the simpleness of the way, or the easiness of it, there were many who parished." 1Ne 17:41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act a little less. Envision and ‘feel’ a little more (pray/ meditate/ breath). We will find ourselves where we put the most attention. Focus on your breath to connect to the sacred stillness of the present moment. Your power is Now. Prayer is the souls sincere ‘desire’. Lord teach me how to pray. We came here to co-create, experience the concept of opposites and develop 'desire' on the leading edge of expansion. I took the opportunity to tell them.. “I want you to know that you are doing exceptionally well. It is good that you are here.. on the leading edge of expansion. Nothing matters more than that you ‘feel’ good because that is what you will attract. Look in the mirror and Ask yourself “how good can I stand it today.”&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;"The Lord allowed fiery serpents among them and after they were bitten he prepared a way that they might be healed. And all the labor they had to perform was just to 'look' But because of the simpleness of the way, or the easiness of it they there were many who parished. 1 Ne 17:41Focus on what you want, not on what you do not want. Deal with reality, acknowledge the problem, and then present solutions. deal with the negative but don't dwell on it, complain and blame without offering a remedy. If I cannot talk with you about a problem get out of my way, get behind me. I do not want to dwell on it.The law of attraction or "learning of the Jews" is found in every culture and prophetic writing. It is not magic, it is science. And it is an awesome wonder. We are not helpless victims.&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;I think we give God to much credit or responsability.. then cast all the blame on him when something goes wrong. We could share responsibility with God, council 'with', and acknowledge a "'hand' in all things". An interdepedant relationship rather than codependant. We are not helpless. We can ask for his guidance and that he consecrate our 'own' initiative for the greater good. The scriptures tell us the stories of those who initiated solutions then tap into the universe telling God what they want to resolve the dilemma. Creating solutions and identifying want/desires putting them on the vibration frequency of that which they desired. Everything around us is vibration. The little people are in charge. All we have to do is 'look' affirmatively, from a place of abundance not scarity.. These are my notes to self.&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GZrylwUoNwY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GZrylwUoNwY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was alive and I waited for this. Right here, right Now, there is no other place I want to be, watching the world wake up from history. ~ A woman on the radio talks about revolution when it's already passed her by. But Bob Dylan didn't have this to sing about. You know it ‘feels’ good to be alive. I saw the decade in, when it seemed the world could change at the blink of an eye. And if anything then there's your sign of the times. ~ I was alive and I waited for this. Right here, right Now, there is no other place I want to be, watching the world wake up from history.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-3720707328371966573?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3720707328371966573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=3720707328371966573' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/3720707328371966573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/3720707328371966573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/03/wakeup.html' title='ask and it is given'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-6431038558759904374</id><published>2008-03-06T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T02:08:38.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a new earth</title><content type='html'>Oprah &amp;amp; Tolle’s class. Notes from Chapter 1: Humanities crisis- evolve or die: Ego- are you trapped ‘in’ thought or ‘aware’ of thought? Laugh at the madness. Do not try to understand this book just ‘experience’ it. Looking at ego makes it shrink. 'Awareness' of ego puts it in check. Simple ways to become ‘present’: focus on your breath.. while washing hands, etc. ‘Observe’ nature, don’t ‘label’ it, flower, tree, park, etc. Access sacred stillness through breath. Your power is Now. The Kingdom of heaven is at hand, right here, Now. 'Home' is Now. Heaven is not so much a destination as a manner of travel. We think of ordinary action as a ‘means to an end’ when we could be more conscious and present in each task, like climbing stares. Pay attention, don't think. Sensing quickens reason. Observe/witness vs judge. Start from a place of ‘acceptance’, not dissatisfaction. ‘Trust’, not resistant thought. We attract what we offer. Page 13- We do not become good by trying to be good. But by finding the goodness deep inside us and allowing it to emerge. This requires a shift of consciousness. See Tolles booklet ‘Stillness Speaks’. Author Goldsmith. &lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com/obc_classic/webcast/archive/anewearth_archive_main.jsp"&gt;Watch the first class.&lt;/a&gt; “Be still, and know that I Am god."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-6431038558759904374?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/6431038558759904374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=6431038558759904374' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/6431038558759904374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/6431038558759904374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-earth.html' title='a new earth'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-2433400399412714816</id><published>2008-02-07T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T23:25:20.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oprah</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Oprah's book of the month is 'A New Earth' by Eckhart Tolle. Author of 'The Power of Now' which is about living in the present moment where there is peace. His insight can enhance our prayer practice. So that prayer does not become so obsessive/compulsive and is more about stillness and connection. Order the book at &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/New-Earth-Awakening-Purpose-Selection/dp/0452289963/ref=pd_bbs_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1202349257&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt;. Join the world’s biggest online classroom at &lt;a href="http://www2.oprah.com/"&gt;Oprah&lt;/a&gt;. See &lt;a href="http://www.eckharttolle.com/"&gt;Eckhart Tolle&lt;/a&gt;, at &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AugWiDv17Yg"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-2433400399412714816?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/2433400399412714816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=2433400399412714816' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/2433400399412714816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/2433400399412714816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/02/oprah.html' title='oprah'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-4384936943907337559</id><published>2008-02-04T16:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T17:47:24.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R6ezkUKEUMI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JDVHo305vOw/s1600-h/first%252Bpres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163292934271160514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R6ezkUKEUMI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JDVHo305vOw/s400/first%252Bpres.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a great day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dad said: "President Hinckley has been at the fore front of the Christian church even when other president were still alive but to sick to handle day to day work and I do love him and will miss him. But I am looking forward to see what the lord has in store for us in President Monson. My heart has been praying for the new President since 1968 when I moved to leadville Colorado and a few years before a young Elder Monson decided not to close the leadville branch but keep it going. I spent three years of my life in the top of the mountains. I know the Lord has met President Hinkley with open arms."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-4384936943907337559?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4384936943907337559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=4384936943907337559' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/4384936943907337559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/4384936943907337559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-day.html' title='a new day'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R6ezkUKEUMI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JDVHo305vOw/s72-c/first%252Bpres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-5689276666360532142</id><published>2008-01-28T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T20:51:23.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hinckley's witness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R55CS0KEUKI/AAAAAAAAATc/DWWX9bOhCEU/s1600-h/Hinckley1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160635114019115170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R55CS0KEUKI/AAAAAAAAATc/DWWX9bOhCEU/s400/Hinckley1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I hope that all of you will remember that on this Sabbath day you heard me bear my witness that this is God's holy work. The vision given the Prophet Joseph in the grove of Palmyra was not an imaginary thing. It was real. It occurred in the broad light of day. Both the Father and the Son spoke to the boy. He saw Them standing in the air above him. He heard Their voices. He gave heed to Their instruction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was the resurrected Lord Jesus who was introduced by His Father, the great God of the universe! For the first time in recorded history, both the Father and the Son appeared together to part the curtains and open this, the last and final dispensation, the dispensation of the fullness of times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Book of Mormon is all that it purports to be—a work recorded by prophets who lived anciently and whose words have come forth "to the convincing of the Jew and Gentile that Jesus is the Christ, the Eternal God, manifesting himself unto all nations" (Book of Mormon title page).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The priesthood has been restored under the hands of John the Baptist and Peter, James, and John. All the keys and authority pertaining to eternal life are exercised in this Church.&lt;br /&gt;"Joseph Smith was and is a prophet, the great Prophet of this dispensation. This Church, which carries the name of the Redeemer, is true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I leave you my testimony, my witness, and my love for each of you, in the name of Jesus Christ, amen." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Gordon B. HinckleyApril 1, 2006, Sunday morning session of the 176th Annual World General Conference &lt;a href="http://www.sltrib.com/ci_8095453"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Salt Lake Tribune Tribute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XXsXmhcrA_Y&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XXsXmhcrA_Y&amp;rel=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'til we meet again our prophet dear.&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will have significant experiences. I hope that you will write them down and keep a record of them, that you will read them from time to time and refresh your memory of those meaningful and significant things. Some may be funny. Some may be significant only to you. Some of them may be sacred and quietly beautiful. Some may build one upon another until they represent a lifetime of special experience." Gordon B. Hinckley, 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-5689276666360532142?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5689276666360532142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=5689276666360532142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/5689276666360532142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/5689276666360532142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2008/01/president-hinckleys-testimony.html' title='hinckley&apos;s witness'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R55CS0KEUKI/AAAAAAAAATc/DWWX9bOhCEU/s72-c/Hinckley1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-7141453746475534079</id><published>2007-12-21T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T04:07:26.338-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journaling'/><title type='text'>simple</title><content type='html'>Because family is important and busyness is not.*Because relationships are only worth the time invested in them.*Because tomorrow is too far away to worry about.*Because our children are watching.*For these and more we choose to pursue simplicity.*We choose to value time as a most precious commodity.*We choose not to keep up with the Jones’s.*We choose to live in the Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“One does not accumulate but eliminate. It is not daily increase but daily decrease. The height of cultivation always runs to simplicity.” ~Bruce Lee &lt;a href="http://thissimplelife.net/blog/about/"&gt;from simplelife&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-7141453746475534079?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7141453746475534079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=7141453746475534079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/7141453746475534079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/7141453746475534079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2007/12/simple.html' title='simple'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-6814226278437711572</id><published>2007-12-19T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T23:20:08.963-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>breath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R2oFN5KCTZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/XvckY6v4Zao/s1600-h/o3b2703ffa0c24079c014a8b6cddd8e0254c69b31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145931260463566226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R2oFN5KCTZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/XvckY6v4Zao/s200/o3b2703ffa0c24079c014a8b6cddd8e0254c69b31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "he who saves one saves the world entire" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;.. it seems my gay fourth grade teacher had a very significant influence in my life. He taught me how to breath and keep a calendar. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;descovered&lt;/span&gt; I love to organize. He use to take our class out on the wooded mile long fitness trail in the sunny cold crisp Tahoe air. At the end of the trail he would spend 3 whole minutes with us teaching quality deep belly breathing, meditation and guided imagery, usually with a candle flame or water bubbles. This one life skill probably saved my life. So in my heart I embrace this man in gratitude almost daily. I wonder about his teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;exercise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* In through the nose, out through the mouth&lt;br /&gt;* Inhale slowly, 2, 3, 4, *deeper, hold, hold, hold, *exhale slowly through the lips with a slight 'P' sound.&lt;br /&gt;* In, 2, 3. 4, hold, 2, 3, 4, out, 2, 3, 4. Three deep cleansing breaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm: We tend to be shallow breathers, hold our breath, or breath with our chest instead of our stomach. If you can get that really deep fat belly breath, and hold it, you can feel all your muscles and tension release on the exhale. When ever you think of it.. breath.&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;According to wordspy and Eastern medicine our left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nostril&lt;/span&gt; is the moon, and the right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nostril&lt;/span&gt; is the sun. You can help balance yin &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yan&lt;/span&gt; by plugging one nostril. Breath through the left for calm, the right for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;activation&lt;/span&gt;. Notice which side is plugged when you wake in the morning. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-6814226278437711572?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/6814226278437711572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=6814226278437711572' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/6814226278437711572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/6814226278437711572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2007/12/breath.html' title='breath'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R2oFN5KCTZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/XvckY6v4Zao/s72-c/o3b2703ffa0c24079c014a8b6cddd8e0254c69b31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-1408432666147478602</id><published>2007-12-11T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T03:34:21.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='featured'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my people'/><title type='text'>seek &amp; find</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R23saZKCTaI/AAAAAAAAAPk/F-WCkm5fkss/s1600-h/CIMG0623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147029887328079266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R23saZKCTaI/AAAAAAAAAPk/F-WCkm5fkss/s200/CIMG0623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was just in Salt Lake for General Conference with my Dad and brother. We decided to go looking for our pioneer ancestor's monument. First we had to find the old pioneer cemetery, mostly guess work. It was huge. There must be over a quarter million people buried there as far as the eye can see. Finally we stop the car and I got out on foot determined to find them anyway. lol. I vocally made my intentions known to the universe and just kept moving, one foot in front of the other. I fully expected to find them. I made a wide loop then shot strait down the hill. I just happened to look down and bam! There they were at my feet. I almost ran right passed the 'Knowlton' monument when I practically stubbed my toe on it! Directly downhill from where we stopped the car. I could have gone down ANY row or column, Bulls-eye. All this within a few minutes, as the golden sun set in the west. It's the law of attraction! They luv me (sniff) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come..&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;We visited the beatiful Red Butte Botanical Gardens @ USU. This land and quary belonged to our ancestor Sydney Algernon Knowlton. His beautiful red and white striped rock was used for the foundation of the Salt Lake Temple, and to build Fort Douglas at the university there. I suspect it's the same red rock at the base of the gate that encircles temple square. Take a look. The last two streets that take you to the gardens are Wakara and Arapine. That is Chief Walker and his warrior brother, Arapine, who shot Grandfather Clark and his horse. He pursued Clark for many years but could not kill him because, he later said, "the great spirit is with him.". When ever he got a bead on Clark his trigger finger would not work. I did not assosciate those names with Sydney so much. So I was suprized.&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;I was happy taking days to inventory our family history, wondering temple square in autumns gentle rain, Chuck Aramas and fine dining. I took much comfort worshiping in the house of my fathers, the old tabernacle. The new conference center is large &amp;amp; lovely. God bless our prophet dear. I heard what I needed to hear from general conference. "women who know..do less &amp;amp; be more." yes! How would it feel to just be?&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;01-27-08&lt;br /&gt;That was the last conference I would see you President Hinkley. Dad gave me his ticket so I could see you in person once more. Today you went home at age 97. 'Til we meet again our beloved prophet. And thank you.&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Utah-Knowltons-genealogy-generations-descendants/dp/B0006WTTZY"&gt;Order the book, 'Utah Knowltons', at Amazon!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-1408432666147478602?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1408432666147478602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=1408432666147478602' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/1408432666147478602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/1408432666147478602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-found-you.html' title='seek &amp; find'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R23saZKCTaI/AAAAAAAAAPk/F-WCkm5fkss/s72-c/CIMG0623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-7549124812197349587</id><published>2007-12-11T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T01:36:22.052-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='featured'/><title type='text'>cheek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R1-HwJWwLMI/AAAAAAAAAMY/pIgomSh1sJM/s1600-h/f26f500d90b58035efeb32ca37b79ca4f9563baf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142978560695217346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R1-HwJWwLMI/AAAAAAAAAMY/pIgomSh1sJM/s320/f26f500d90b58035efeb32ca37b79ca4f9563baf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Turn the other cheek". I came across another interpretation. It does not mean to be a door mat. It means to insist on being heard as an equal in a conflict. In ancient times if you were slapped across the right cheek in a back handed fashion you were ignored as second class like an animal, a child or a woman. If you were slapped across your left cheek with the palm of the hand you were considered an equal. To "turn the other cheek" means that you take the hand of your assailant and insist that he dignify you with a slap to your left cheek, not back handed.So I do believe that 'turn the other cheek" means to listen to others, and stand up and be counted yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-7549124812197349587?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7549124812197349587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=7549124812197349587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/7549124812197349587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/7549124812197349587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2007/12/cheeck.html' title='cheek'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R1-HwJWwLMI/AAAAAAAAAMY/pIgomSh1sJM/s72-c/f26f500d90b58035efeb32ca37b79ca4f9563baf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-7581430717765457981</id><published>2007-12-04T02:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T01:36:22.052-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='featured'/><title type='text'>suffering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R1UqyZWwK-I/AAAAAAAAAKM/fnFJlMzhae8/s1600-h/cf686388e5a20e628e875f04ef92ee7bce68cba0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140061595001433058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R1UqyZWwK-I/AAAAAAAAAKM/fnFJlMzhae8/s200/cf686388e5a20e628e875f04ef92ee7bce68cba0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The suffering of their ancestors saved an island people. The legend told them when there is an earthquake run for the hills. They remembered and lived, escaping the tsunami of 2004. Education is expensive. Like a bird tossed out of its nest feels forsaken for a moment. Fear is a great motivator. Once we've learned that everything hangs in the balance nothing can stop us. "We can only connect the dots looking back, not looking forward". It's a creation process.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-7581430717765457981?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7581430717765457981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=7581430717765457981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/7581430717765457981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/7581430717765457981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2007/12/suffering.html' title='suffering'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R1UqyZWwK-I/AAAAAAAAAKM/fnFJlMzhae8/s72-c/cf686388e5a20e628e875f04ef92ee7bce68cba0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-8212028032862943248</id><published>2007-12-04T02:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T18:42:07.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='featured'/><title type='text'>tunnel vision</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R1UqjZWwK9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/IDN91XwH2qA/s1600-h/4f6cffea1a0d10ad2f172b7488e0ad5bc5d4f5cb.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140061337303395282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R1UqjZWwK9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/IDN91XwH2qA/s200/4f6cffea1a0d10ad2f172b7488e0ad5bc5d4f5cb.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think our struggle is not so much between good and evil but between good and Better. To identify priorities, stay focused and not let things which matter most be at the mercy of things that matter least. Tunnel vision requires a lot of consentration and one really feels the pressure. When I multi-task and my energies are scattered I don't feel like I do anything well. In this season of my life I want to follow my bliss/purpose and finish something right. Say NO to 'good' things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a fireman say "Focus-don’t get distracted. Tunnel vision, that’s what’s going to keep you alive, then maybe you will have the opportunity to help someone else." We got to take care of ourselves in order to help others. First things First.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-8212028032862943248?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8212028032862943248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=8212028032862943248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/8212028032862943248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/8212028032862943248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-matters-most.html' title='tunnel vision'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R1UqjZWwK9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/IDN91XwH2qA/s72-c/4f6cffea1a0d10ad2f172b7488e0ad5bc5d4f5cb.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-256775697414680833</id><published>2007-12-04T02:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T01:36:22.054-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='featured'/><title type='text'>esus' brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R1UqOJWwK8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/EunXdH7CRLg/s1600-h/51a6441e86f4ba3e1d762714c06e1e3d70735a3f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140060972231175106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R1UqOJWwK8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/EunXdH7CRLg/s200/51a6441e86f4ba3e1d762714c06e1e3d70735a3f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "...a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief...". hmm..seems Jesus allowed himself some depression. But did not seem to have much use for anxiety, obsessive worry, rage, or attention deficit, am I right? Yet he was flexible and could shift focus without getting irritable..I think. Not compulsive but could be spontaneous. He picked his battles carefully and had an even temper. It was not a pattern for him to 'fly off the handle' when he cleaned house at the temple. Could this be a standard for "normal"? I don't think he cared for normal. Did He ever become extremely sensitive, hurt? "I may be paranoid, that doesn't mean your not out to get me." so to speak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-256775697414680833?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/256775697414680833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=256775697414680833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/256775697414680833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/256775697414680833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2007/12/esus-brain.html' title='esus&apos; brain'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R1UqOJWwK8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/EunXdH7CRLg/s72-c/51a6441e86f4ba3e1d762714c06e1e3d70735a3f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-3777988136318488946</id><published>2007-12-04T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T01:36:22.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='featured'/><title type='text'>envy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R1UpnpWwK7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/TsGwOBw0MIU/s1600-h/a4009815ac77f3362b7c4ad475381b621eb00fba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140060310806211506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R1UpnpWwK7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/TsGwOBw0MIU/s200/a4009815ac77f3362b7c4ad475381b621eb00fba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If we could put all of our difficult situations into a sack and lay them down to go trade with someone else, we would all come running back to our own sack. Every family has a book of problems. Let's not be jealous or begrudge others good things but be happy for them. The whole world does not owe us. Envy and blame attract dirt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-3777988136318488946?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3777988136318488946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=3777988136318488946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/3777988136318488946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/3777988136318488946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2007/12/envy.html' title='envy'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R1UpnpWwK7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/TsGwOBw0MIU/s72-c/a4009815ac77f3362b7c4ad475381b621eb00fba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-6437980225517760806</id><published>2007-11-14T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T15:05:31.325-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='featured'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journaling'/><title type='text'>me</title><content type='html'>It aint vanity sister. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OSV2DIS4I/AAAAAAAAAU0/SXX6b6rX8VM/s1600-h/100_1146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166634101507640194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OSV2DIS4I/AAAAAAAAAU0/SXX6b6rX8VM/s200/100_1146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Just when you think you've got me all figured out the seasons already changing." ~mb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my favorites&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Color:&lt;/strong&gt; yellow-green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perfume:&lt;/strong&gt; Oscar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Season:&lt;/strong&gt; Autumn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dish:&lt;/strong&gt; Curry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indulgence:&lt;/strong&gt; Creme Brule,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cereal:&lt;/strong&gt; Reeses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Great Escape:&lt;/strong&gt; Rockies, Vancouber B.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Technology:&lt;/strong&gt; favorite-plumbing, least favorite-phone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comic:&lt;/strong&gt; Rose is Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movies:&lt;/strong&gt; Napoleon Dynamite, Braveheart,Big Fish, Lord of the Rings, The Truman Show, Anger Management, As Good as it Gets, Davinci Code, SeaBiscuit, Wittness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Books:&lt;/strong&gt; 7 Habits by Covey, Lighten Up by Okazaki, I Don't Have to Make Everything All Better by Lundberg,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My favorite&lt;/strong&gt; baby names: Boy- Isaac Preston, Andre, Anwar, Austin, Blaze, Chase, Clay, Clint, Duncan, Forest, Miles, Pancho, Porter, Rocco, Roman, Jules Gidean. Girl- Olivia, Belinda, Calliope, Chloe, Daisy, Denver, Dallas, Kayla, Lindsey, Lottie, Lourdes, Summer, Tempest, Zoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;time capsule&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Things I would put in a time capsule &lt;/strong&gt;for posterity or grab in a fire&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; Scrapbooks, family history, Grannies hug quilts, old letters, The Written Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*My mission statement:&lt;/strong&gt; Read to my children, Write, Listen, Teach, Take care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*My Roles and Goals:&lt;/strong&gt; Legion &amp;amp; simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*My Wildest Dream:&lt;/strong&gt; Write children's books, Compile and circulate our family history, That whatever I do will last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*How I want to be remembered:&lt;/strong&gt; Kind, gentle (not "nice"), but credible&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;personality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would describe my personality as:&lt;/strong&gt; empathic, open minded, a women of vision, principle, and purpose, razor sharp focus, loyal, I listen deeply,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characteristics I most admire in others:&lt;/strong&gt; honesty, respect for human dignity,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I might also be described as:&lt;/strong&gt; creative, credible, curious, domestic, efficient, empathetic, enlightened, enthusiastic, fair, faithful, fascinating, feeling, fine, fond of outdoors, mountains, friendly, frugal, generous, gentle, genuine, grateful, happy, hard-working, helpful, home-loving, honest, hopeful, hospitable, humble, humorous, hurt, just, kind, knowledgeable, leader, loyal, mad as hell, matchless, melancholy, modest, moral, musical, neighborly, old-fashioned, open-minded, optimistic, organized, passionate, polite, practical yet revolutionary, pretty, phat, principle centered, quiet, realistic-idealist, reasonable, refined, romantic, sensual, sentimental, sincere, sober, thoughtful, thrifty, tolerant, unique, unusual, warm hearted, well read, wise, sophisticated, simple, Be-attitude - meek, humble, patient, gentle, full of love, childlike, temperate, merciful, gracious, courageous, perfect in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;music&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The music that mattered:&lt;/strong&gt; Celine Dion, Shakira, Josh Groban, India Arie, Dan Fogelberg, Queen, Journey, Aerosmith, Cold Play, Five for Fighting, Bruce Hornsby, R.E.M., Enya, Sarah McClayclan, Abba, Bee Gees, U2, Duran Duran, Elton John, David Bowie, Grace Slick, Roy Orbison, Dolly, Sawyer Brown, Toto, Cranberries, Within Temptation, Stone of Destiny, Les Mis, Phantom, Oh Brother Where Art Thou, Last of the Mohicans . . I can enjoy just about all kinds of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My life’s theme song&lt;/strong&gt;:…(ahem) ‘Bitch’ by Meredith Brooks: “I'm a little bit of everything All rolled into one ~ I'm a bitch, I'm a lover, I'm a child, I'm a mother ~ I'm a sinner, I'm a saint, I do not feel ashamed ~ I'm your hell, I'm your dream, I'm nothing in between, You know you wouldn't want it any other way ~ So take me as I am, This may mean You'll have to be a stronger man ~ Just when you think, you got me figured out The season's already changing I think it's cool, you do what you do And don't try to save me ~ I'm a bitch, I'm a tease, I'm a goddess on my knees ~ When you hurt, when you suffer I'm your angel undercover ~ I've been numb, I'm revived, Can't say I'm not alive, You know I wouldn't want it any other way”. ~ Meredith Brooks&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;theatre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my top 10 favorite movies&lt;/strong&gt;- *fine sound tracks: 1. The Color Purple, 2. Second Hand Lions, 3. O Brother, Where Art Thou *,4. Big Fish, 5. As Good As It Gets, 6. Anger Management, 7. Pirates of the Caribbean, 8. Brave Heart *, 9. Rob Roy *, 10. Last of the Mohicans *, 11. Dances with Wolves *, 12. Far &amp;amp; Away *, 13. Meet Joe Black * Napoleon Dynamite * Strictly Ballroom * I can't stop..&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;orientation almanac&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;world pop&lt;/strong&gt; - 6.16 billion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;top cnn stories&lt;/strong&gt; 1999 - 2005, September 11, Dot-com bubble burst Enron Scandal Iraq War, Harry potter Atkins/ Zone Low Carb Diets, Gay Marriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;countries in power&lt;/strong&gt; - United States China Russia England Germany Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cost of living&lt;/strong&gt; - stamp .37 Pack of Gum 1.00 Quart of milk $1.80 Gallon of gas $1.90 Loaf of bread $2.50 Pack of cigarettes $3.80 Movie tickets $9.25 Hard Cover Book $24.95 Levis $32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;common signs&lt;/strong&gt; - Employees must wash hands Not responsible for lost or stolen property * Please do not throw sanitary napkins, tampons, or paper towels in toilet No parking * Pedestrian Crossing, Beware of Dog, No soliciting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;machines we own&lt;/strong&gt; - Television Computer Cell phone GD player and ipod washing machine and dryer dishwasher coffee maker VCR and DVD player, Video camera Digital camera, Microwave oven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after school activities&lt;/strong&gt; - Seasonal sports, (soccer, football, basketball, basketball, Karate, Tae Kwon Do, Chess, Dance, Gymnastics, Music lessons, (piano, violin, guitar, drums)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;excuses&lt;/strong&gt; - Kid sick, working late, baby sitter canceled, Car wouldn't start/ in shop, stuck in traffic, something came up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;excercises&lt;/strong&gt; - jogging, biking, spin classes, treadmill, weight lifting, pilates, yoga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what we take to feel better&lt;/strong&gt; - Advil, wine, beer, cocktail, valium, prozac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;numbers &amp;amp; codes&lt;/strong&gt; we all memories - Phone number and home address, Cell number, pager number, fax number, pin number, social security number, e-mail password, Amazon returning customer password, home security system, id number for voice mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;common slang&lt;/strong&gt; - Dude, what up, Yo, Whack, phat, Sweet, Bling-bling, My bad,&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we could shrink the earth's population to a village of precisely 100 people, with all the existing human ratios remaining the same, it would look something like the following. There would be:&lt;br /&gt;57 Asians, 21 Europeans, 14 from the Western Hemisphere both north and south, 8 Africans&lt;br /&gt;52 would be female, 48 would be male&lt;br /&gt;70 would be non-white, 30 would be white&lt;br /&gt;70 would be non-Christian, 30 would be Christian&lt;br /&gt;89 would be heterosexual, 11 would be homosexual&lt;br /&gt;6 people would possess 59% of the entire world's wealth and all 6 would&lt;br /&gt;be from the United States.&lt;br /&gt;80 would live in substandard housing, 70 would be unable to read, 50 would suffer from malnutrition&lt;br /&gt;1 would be near death; 1 would be near birth&lt;br /&gt;1 (yes, only 1) would have a college education&lt;br /&gt;1 would own a computer&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where were you when...?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hijacked jetliners rip into New York's World Trade Center, exploding Twin Towers and killing thousands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping.. when this happened. I grew up feeling safe. I am sorry this happened in my children’s life time. I do not remember bad things before 9/11. Since then I remember war, stock market crash, antrhax, prisoner obuse, arafat dies, avian flu, tsunamis, hurricane katrina, increasing responsibility, illness, loss, isolation, alienation, even feeling forsaken at times. I remember good news, lance armstrong, saddam caught, free elections. I have changed, with new perspective and priorities. What does not kill us makes us stronger, kind and gentle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This prophecy, recorded by our great ancestor, Martha Jane, makes me think of the twin towers on 9/11 and the threat that fear and ‘homeland security’ could pose to our freedoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Smith – Constitution Prophecy&lt;br /&gt;Recorded by: Martha Jane Knowlton Coray&lt;br /&gt;“Even this nation will be on the very verge of 'crumbling to pieces and tumbling to the ground'. And when the Constitution is upon the brink of ruin this people will be the staff upon which the nation shall lean, and they shall bear the Constitution away from the very verge of destruction” (19 July 1840, as recorded by Martha Jane Knowlton Coray; ms. in Church Historian’s Office, Salt Lake City).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sex, polotics, religion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;polotics&lt;br /&gt;Q. who's politics have you most enjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;A.&lt;br /&gt;Q. who is the best president of your lifetime?&lt;br /&gt;A.&lt;br /&gt;Q. who would you have most enjoyed voting for? Lincoln, Jackson . . .&lt;br /&gt;A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my creed- Christian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;me *Things I would put in a time capsule or grab in a fire:*My Wildest Dream*My Mission Statement- Motto- *My Roles &amp;amp; Goals*How I want to be remembered:*Others might describe my personality as:*Characteristics I most admire in others:*My Talents &amp;amp; Hobbies..*Musical instrument I play, or would like to play:*I want to know more about:*My Favorites – quote, expression, recipe, scripture, hymn, things*Where were you when . . .? – Favorite Inventions*A letter I recieved*A movie that brought me to tears*A convenience I would not do 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R0ocVmFiihI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ltuuHv9Ie-k/s1600-h/e7fc7aa349ee6c24c19294cba777163861972021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136949482296085010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R0ocVmFiihI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ltuuHv9Ie-k/s200/e7fc7aa349ee6c24c19294cba777163861972021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11-07-06 I am free! (sigh) I relish my freedom. It wont last long. I just detached my nursing sleeping child from the bosom. Now let's get blogging! I like the 'OurStory' format, it helps me get the ruminating thoughts out of my head. I can make a book out of this for posterity. These are some of the most creative and challenging times of our lives. We have so much to share now while it is real and before our memories of raising children become obscured by nostalgia. We have no time but we MUST write. "Women who do not write leave no history".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daily Journal&lt;/strong&gt; – Day, date, weather, temp, mood, gratitude, dream, menu, medical, news, photo story, Tasks, errands, contacts, events, calendar, routine, Notes, gifts, poetry, values, shopping list&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Tasks&lt;/strong&gt;–completed, pending, delegated, errands, contacts, * &lt;strong&gt;Project&lt;/strong&gt; Journal– planner, materials, expense, phases, time * &lt;strong&gt;Roles &amp;amp; Goals&lt;/strong&gt; Journal– time specific, accountability partner *&lt;strong&gt;Routines&lt;/strong&gt;- Time management, events, daily, weekly, monthly, quarterly, yearly, calendar* &lt;strong&gt;Prayer &lt;/strong&gt;Roll – &lt;strong&gt;gratitude&lt;/strong&gt; journal, desire, blessing *wish list, * Let it Rain Journal– Problems, Answers, Revelation * &lt;strong&gt;Dream&lt;/strong&gt; Journal– interpretations, Intuitions, Impressions, Revelations, Inspirations *&lt;strong&gt;Gifts&lt;/strong&gt;, stocking stuffers, favorite products, gift baskets* &lt;strong&gt;Values&lt;/strong&gt; Journal- live, love, learn, legacy * &lt;strong&gt;Poetry&lt;/strong&gt; Journal– Song* Notes &amp;amp; Commentary Journal– music, books, theatre, Media, Issues, Causes, debate* &lt;strong&gt;Child&lt;/strong&gt; Journal- A journal for each child, relationship, roles and goals * Personal History Journal– &lt;strong&gt;Personal Profile&lt;/strong&gt;, Origins, Relationships, Chronological Timeline, Seasons, Legacy, Celebration, Achievement, celebrate the seemingly ordinary * Family History Journal– upload documents, pedigree, photo albums, file cabinet *Photo Album, Scrabook, &lt;strong&gt;Photo Story&lt;/strong&gt;* Mood- &lt;strong&gt;Feelings&lt;/strong&gt; Journal– Love Letter- mad, glad, sad, afraid, sight, sound, smell, taste, touch, sixth sense, * Finances- Shop &amp;amp; Expense Journal * &lt;strong&gt;Menu&lt;/strong&gt;, Vitamines, Food &amp;amp; Fitness Journal * Recipe Book * &lt;strong&gt;Medical&lt;/strong&gt; history *&lt;strong&gt;Travel&lt;/strong&gt;, fishing*&lt;strong&gt;News&lt;/strong&gt;- Current events* list &lt;strong&gt;ordinary&lt;/strong&gt;, extra-ordinary&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The ordinary can be extra-ordinary&lt;br /&gt;*things&lt;/strong&gt; - we love, wear, use, eat, everyday things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*places&lt;/strong&gt; - we love, go, long ago, travled, everyday places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*time&lt;/strong&gt; - favorite times, day-to-day, times past, celebration, ordinary moments&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Note to descendents: Do not feel pressured. Just do what you got to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-4713833822179794062?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4713833822179794062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=4713833822179794062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/4713833822179794062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/4713833822179794062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog.html' title='journaling'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R0ocVmFiihI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ltuuHv9Ie-k/s72-c/e7fc7aa349ee6c24c19294cba777163861972021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-7274544379151787058</id><published>2007-11-11T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T04:07:59.873-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the word'/><title type='text'>blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KSt8Ru2E7FQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KSt8Ru2E7FQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"blessed is this life and I’m going to celebrate being alive"- brett dennen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-7274544379151787058?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7274544379151787058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=7274544379151787058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/7274544379151787058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/7274544379151787058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2007/11/blessed.html' title='blessed'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-7774364532226583370</id><published>2007-11-11T16:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T19:42:13.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the word'/><title type='text'>one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/RzeY6u26M3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/_XKsNRJVvcQ/s1600-h/sd635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131738435190141810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/RzeY6u26M3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/_XKsNRJVvcQ/s320/sd635.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And we talk of Christ, we rejoice in Christ, we preach of Christ, we prophesy of Christ, and we write according to our prophecies, that our children may know to what source they may look for a remission of their sins." 2 Nephi 25:26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2toIV2fQmwk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2toIV2fQmwk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people get ready -rod stewart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-7774364532226583370?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7774364532226583370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=7774364532226583370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/7774364532226583370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/7774364532226583370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2007/11/jesus.html' title='one'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/RzeY6u26M3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/_XKsNRJVvcQ/s72-c/sd635.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-1233015532323029520</id><published>2007-11-09T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T01:39:36.167-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='featured'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journaling'/><title type='text'>foreknowlege</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R2Og3JKCTUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/p67RUvFASfQ/s1600-h/27f1fe9e7d60d399c4c3bc8c31083c6eb6af5357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144132068598500674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R2Og3JKCTUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/p67RUvFASfQ/s320/27f1fe9e7d60d399c4c3bc8c31083c6eb6af5357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is a database of foreknowledge somewhere. I experienced this once, but I am puzzled about the purpose of such a revelation. I dreamt I was on my daily walk. When I got to a certain fence post I looked down to the right to find a hawk with broken wing. I went to pick it up and it hopped away. I swooped it up from behind and took it home to mend its wing. This dream left a deep impression on my mind all that day which I later recalled while on my daily walk. When I got to a certain fence post I remembered the dream and looked down to the right to find the hawk with broken wing. I went to pick it up and it hopped away. I swooped it up from behind and took it home to mend its wing, but the bird passed on by morning. So why the dream? I can usually receive a clear interpretation of significant dreams. But to this I can only suppose the experience was to assure me that the season of life I was approaching was foreknown.&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;From a conversation of the para-normal at ourstory.com&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;knowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1982&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely everyone, at some time, has experienced perfect knowledge of something before all the facts were in. When you just 'know' with every fiber of your being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a walk down the hill one evening to get some ice cream at the mini-mart. My mother, sister and neighbor friends wait for me outside as I made the purchase. I was compelled to turn and face directly the tall foreboding man in line behind me. His oblong face, small beady eyes, and square frame glasses were unforgettable. He smiled cheerfully. I had his complete attention yet he somehow avoided direct eye contact. I seemed to get a lot of attention from men then, lol, but this was different. I knew with every cell of my body that this man was a murderer. The souls of his victims and my ancestors must have screamed inside of me for expression. I remember looking wide eyed to the cashier with a strong urge to grab the phone, or insist that he "Get on the Phone! Call the police. This man 'is' a murderer". Those are the clear thoughts that rang out in my head, yet I hesitated. How could I explain this demand, and terrible accusation? Filled with dread I walked away promising myself that the young girls and I would not walk home until this man was out of site. When I walked out of the store the girls started home. In labored tone I said "Mom..", not knowing what to say. To my relief she said "I know... the man". Whew, she knew it too. We called the girls back and told them to wait. I leaned back against the brick wall near the store entrance. The man soon came out and noticed us as he got in the car directly in front of me. I took a deep breath and kept my chin level. It seemed like he wanted to talk to me. He leaned over his steering wheel staring and smiled invitingly. I finally looked him directly in the eye, slowly and deliberately shook my head in the negative, and steadily held his gaze. I felt supported by the unseen world. Suddenly his face just fell and turned red in anger! I wonder if he saw something. He whizzed out of the driveway and I did not move an inch until he was long gone over the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 3 months later I saw that unforgettable face in the paper. Russell White. He was responsible for the missing girls in my neighborhood and there about. Their bodies found in creeks and shallow graves. I have that news clipping today and expect to scan it into this post. Fortunately my mother had taught me to listen deeply.&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later, unrelated to the last story, when I was careing for an elderly woman I slept on a cot in her bedroom as she was approaching the end. On a cold winter night we fell asleep with the heater on and it became too warm. She had been bed ridden for months but in a vivid half wake state I saw her walk to my bedside. I felt her shake me awake to warn me about the heat. Her voice was weak but seemed to rattle the house as she cried “Hey! Hey!” Fully awake I knew she had gone and I timidly got up to check on her. Sure enough she had passed. frozen Her soul had done this to me once before while I was sleeping in her house. She seemed to glide down the hall to my room crying "hey!", her delicate voice shaking the walls. But I froze and could not get up to check on her. A heavy blanket of blackness and terror sat on my chest, paralyzing me and only my heart could cry out for deliverance. It seemed the priesthood came to my bedside in the form of Spencer W. Kimball (yoda man) and like a Jedi Knight he reliesed me. I gave thanks. company She also started having conversations with her deceased brother sitting at the foot of her bed just a few days before she died. She was so glad for his company and would invite me to join them. She was frustrated when I could not see him. "Why, he's right there!" she pointed. He must have come to take her home.&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;doorknobs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Beth’s account of spiritual phenomena I recall a similar experience with doorknobs. With only one of our residence on a hill overlooking the Carson Valley in Nevada. I wonder if it was a Piute burial ground once as there were indian mounds below. We had difficult times there and did not feel welcome. There were moments my imagination would spin out of control then strange things would happen. I was grown and no longer feared the dark so much but I sure did not like being alone in the back yard at night. Miles of desert hills and sage I loved to roam but not at night. One time I was sitting alone at the kitchen table when I started to feel like I was being watched. I heard the garage doorknob click and I feared someone was on the other side of the wall in the garage. I couldn't take my eyes off the doorknob and the sense intensified. Suddenly the doorknob clicked and turned. I jumped up and ran to the living room were the family was watching TV. I told them someone is in the garage. My brother jumped up and bust through the garage door but no one was there. I checked carefully for intruders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shatter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Another time in that same place I stood gazing out the sliding glass doors. Once again my thoughts and gaze became intense. Suddenly there was a flash of light because the very glass door panel I was looking through shattered into a zillion bits and faccets right before my eyes. It did not fall and was quite pretty. O brother. How was I going to explain this to my folks. I somehow felt responsable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;globes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My father is a tall man and is used to bumping his head into things. But whenever he would bump into a sphere shaped light fixture hanging in the hall he was stunned by his gut reaction and swore the globe was possessed. He discerned angry spirits there.&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;note to self: grannies recorded experiences. We tend to forget or take these things for granted if we do not record them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-1233015532323029520?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1233015532323029520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=1233015532323029520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/1233015532323029520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/1233015532323029520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2007/11/t-call.html' title='foreknowlege'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R2Og3JKCTUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/p67RUvFASfQ/s72-c/27f1fe9e7d60d399c4c3bc8c31083c6eb6af5357.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-5107961965907342657</id><published>2007-11-09T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T02:30:21.341-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the word'/><title type='text'>askmck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7VRH2DIVaI/AAAAAAAAA0A/JR4UH3o2iQo/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Talk therapy: What stresses are you facing in the immediate future? Who is you greatest source of support other than spouse? What are you currently most sad about? What is one of your greatest disaster scenarios? What medical problem do you worry about?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-5107961965907342657?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5107961965907342657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=5107961965907342657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/5107961965907342657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/5107961965907342657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2007/11/hurt.html' title='askmck'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-9147953849310169212</id><published>2007-11-09T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T04:09:20.237-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women&apos;s studies'/><title type='text'>to do list</title><content type='html'>Sasha Cagen’s &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/://www.todolistblog.com/"&gt;To-Do List blog&lt;/a&gt; (which you make recognize as a &lt;a href="http://blogsofnote.blogspot.com/2006/05/to-do-list.html"&gt;blog of note&lt;/a&gt;) has just been released as a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1416534695?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=wwwtodolistma-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=1416534695"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt;! Both blog and book are collections of, well, to-do lists, mailed or emailed in by people. Think &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;PostSecret&lt;/a&gt; meets &lt;a href="http://www.davidco.com/what_is_gtd.php"&gt;Getting Things Done&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the trailer, read the blog, buy the book, and make sure that you have an &lt;a href="http://todolistblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/possible-screen-names.html"&gt;awesome screen name&lt;/a&gt;. ~Pete of blogger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_HXoU1LJtMg&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_HXoU1LJtMg&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0" 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/3832243212919200638-9147953849310169212?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/9147953849310169212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=9147953849310169212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/9147953849310169212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/9147953849310169212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='to do list'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832243212919200638.post-1393241969497627666</id><published>2007-05-21T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:42:00.040-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my people'/><title type='text'>links</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=mckbe&amp;amp;postid=08Feb2008" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cathy zielske&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Zl23csNH94&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Zl23csNH94&amp;rel=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cathyzielske.typepad.com/"&gt;by cathy zielske of 'simple scrapbooks'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832243212919200638-1393241969497627666?l=mckbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1393241969497627666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832243212919200638&amp;postID=1393241969497627666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/1393241969497627666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832243212919200638/posts/default/1393241969497627666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckbe.blogspot.com/2007/05/girl-in-whirl.html' title='links'/><author><name>iMck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03391636008778137795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06K3RKc6DXg/R7OQ8WDIS3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hVk6SehKjLg/S220/0%2520mommy%2520%2526%2520bo%2520chums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
