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  <title>Mommy Mojo</title>
  <subtitle>Because, there's nothing more magical than being Mommy!</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Elisabeth</name>
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  <updated>2007-04-28T23:59:45Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crazygypsygirl:141790</id>
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    <title>Just so you know</title>
    <published>2007-04-28T23:59:45Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-28T23:59:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have moved all of my blogging over to www.mommymojo.net.  Please join me there!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crazygypsygirl:141493</id>
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    <title>NCLEX-PN Results</title>
    <published>2007-04-06T17:00:39Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-06T17:00:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I AM A NURSE... an LPN to be exact..... wooo hoooo..... wait a minute, now I need a job!  LOL</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crazygypsygirl:141179</id>
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    <title>NCLEX-PN</title>
    <published>2007-04-05T18:50:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-05T18:50:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay, well that was the WORST hour of my life.  I sat and stared at so many questions and thought how the HELL am I supposed to know this???  Although I will say the couple I can remember that I looked up since I got home I got two right, one wrong, that's not too bad, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shut off after 85 questions, which is the minimum, so I either did really well or really badly.... I know, I know EVERYONE who takes this supposedly feels like they failed, that doesn't make me feel any better.... I had to pull over twice on the way home to throw up just because I was so upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's honestly a blur at this point.  It was horrible.  I mean, beyond absolutely horrible.  There were questions on their that were so obscure.... I didn't get a SINGLE math question, I got a ton of drug questions on specific side effects and food interactions that I simply don't remember, it was horrible.  Have I said yet that it was HORRIBLE???  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I most probably will be my school of nursing's first student to fail this damned thing.  It was absolutely awful.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crazygypsygirl:141001</id>
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    <title>I haven't disappeared, I swear....</title>
    <published>2007-03-01T03:52:15Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-01T03:52:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've been studying my mind out for this test... it's called the HESI PN.  (PN stands for practical nurse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I finish my RN program (graduate in less than 8 months!) I really need to be an LPN instead of a unit secretary.  It's anywhere from $5-$10 an hour more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be an LPN I need to take the state boards... the NCLEX-PN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order for my school to sign for me to take the NCLEX-PN, I have to get a 900 or above on the HESI PN.  (This test predicts how well you would do on the NCLEX if you took it with the same level of knowledge.)  Essentially, they aren't going to let anyone mess up their NCLEX pass rate by taking it when they aren't prepared for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, if you don't pass the HESI with a 900 the first time, it doesn't matter how well you do on it another time.... the school still won't sign for you to take the NCLEX.  No second chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... 900 is the goal....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I GOT A 1053!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is SO good!</content>
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    <title>Interview!</title>
    <published>2007-02-03T17:20:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-03T17:20:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."&lt;br /&gt;2. I respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better ! If I already know you well, expect the questions may be a little more intimate! *&lt;br /&gt;3. You WILL update your LJ with the answers to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post.&lt;br /&gt;5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='apers' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://apers.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://apers.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;apers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; interviewed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. How does the way your parents raised you effect how you raise your children?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my children to remember that no matter how busy life got I was never too busy to hug or kiss them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the world will beat my children down soon enough, I want them to know that mom is the one person who always thinks they are wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something is important to my children, I will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what my children want to do or become, I will support them in their endeavors.  I will never put down their dreams, no matter how silly they may seem.  (This was true even when Jon's goal in life was to become "An astronaut or a butterfly."  sigh... luckily, we realized it was when the MSN Butterfly was a commercial and he just wanted to be the guy who knew everything.  Now he wants to be a doctor.  I work with doctors.  I know this means he wants to be someone who thinks he knows everything!  JK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my children to see me as the person who builds them up, not the person who knocks them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up until a few years ago I would have said that meant I wanted to be a parent like my dad, not my mom.  Now I know I have to be a parent like myself... since my dad is now following my mom right off the cliff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. How did you meet your husband?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't laugh... I met him on EHarmony before it started advertising... back when it was only known through channels like Focus on the Family and other Christian organizations.  Actually, a lady at church recommended it!  I was privileged to meet several very nice people but the very first time I even spoke to Marc on the phone I knew... as did he... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was in New Jersey, I was in Arizona... he got in his truck THAT WEEK and drove across country.... only to get a flat tire on the side of the freeway at the off ramp to the street I live on!  (He was less than half a mile away).  So... our first actual in person meeting was on the side of the freeway whil he fixed his flat tire and I walked his dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That probably would have happened faster if we hadn't spent more time trying to stare at the other person without getting caught staring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. When you were a teen, what did you want to be when you grew up?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be a pediatrician.  Then I wanted to be a nanny.  I wanted to attend the Royal Academy of Nursing and Nannying in London (I think that's what it was called, that was a long time ago) but my dad didn't want me so far away.  Then I got a job offer to be a nanny in Germany, but my dad didn't want me so far away.  WHY is that the only time in my life I have ever listened to my parents????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I want to be a developmental pediatric nurse practitioner.  Guess I haven't changed too much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. Did you always want a big family? If so when did you realise it, and if not what changed?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember not wanting a big family.  My dad's brother and his wife have 11 children.  All of them were older than me... the closest in age is almost 4 years older than I am.  We had infrequent visits when I was a child but I always remember the closeness.  Also, my best friend was Mormon, the second of a large family.  I spent as much time at her home as I could.  Her mom was just about the best mom ever and I still love her very much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house, by contrast, was quiet and I remember always feeling lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thought processes became more concrete, however, when I started working in the ICU.  Every time I saw an elderly person in hospital who had only one or two children, the children always seemed stressed and stretched trying to be there for mom and dad and take care of their own teenage children and lives.  However, every time I saw a family with six, eight, or more children, there was always someone to be there with mom or dad and everyone else picked up the slack and shared the work of keeping all the families running. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that the greatest gift I can give my children is each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. What is your very favorite part of attending a birth?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts when mom looks at dad and "gives up"... she stops trying to be in control of the process and lets her body take over.  (This is especially good if she and dad have attended classes that have let them know this is going to happen.  My classes, for example! LOL) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, right after she completely gives up, you know baby is almost there... after giving in, mom receives a new sense of confidence... not in herself, but in her body and in the process.  She is able to refocus on the pushing... and you begin to see a head emerge.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, mom tends to lose faith that it will ever stop (and it doesn't matter if you push for one minute or for one hour, it is a moment that hangs for an eternity and then is over in the blink of an eye) and an almost universal exclamation after we announce that baby is out is "Really?".....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it happens.  Mom and dad stare at this new person, and then they look at each other... and that look has more love than either one ever knew existed in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT is the part of attending births I love the most.  Watching the baby get born is beautiful.  But watching parents get born is amazing.</content>
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    <title>My mother is insane.... (I know, that's not news)</title>
    <published>2007-02-03T14:49:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-03T14:49:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Mom had surgery.  Not major surgery, but surgery nonetheless (she had to be put all the way under with general anesthesia), and she's almost 68, and her health has not been the best lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday she had surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight she wants to take the kids to the theater.  And of course, she thinks I'm saying no just to be a jerk.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I'm spending $30,000 on nursing school so that she can ignore me.  My dad obviously agrees with me but is scared spitless to say so to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, if I had tried whining and saying, "You're just trying to be mean", which is essentially the routine she's giving me, I would have been grounded!!</content>
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    <title>Theme Song #2 - Stand in the Rain by Superchick</title>
    <published>2007-02-01T19:02:01Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-01T19:02:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay, this one seems mildly depressing... but I absolutely LOVE this song... maybe I can convince hubby I need to get this CD for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never slows down&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't know why but,&lt;br /&gt;She knows that when&lt;br /&gt;Shes all alone, it feels&lt;br /&gt;Like its all, coming down&lt;br /&gt;She won't turn around &lt;br /&gt;The shadows are long &lt;br /&gt;And she fears if she cries&lt;br /&gt;That first tear &lt;br /&gt;The tears will not stop&lt;br /&gt;Raining down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stand in the rain &lt;br /&gt;Stand your ground&lt;br /&gt;Stand up when its all crashing down&lt;br /&gt;You stand through the pain &lt;br /&gt;You won't drown&lt;br /&gt;And one day whats lost can be found&lt;br /&gt;You stand in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She won't make a sound&lt;br /&gt;Alone in this fight with herself&lt;br /&gt;And the fears whispering&lt;br /&gt;If she stands, she'll fall down&lt;br /&gt;She wants to be found&lt;br /&gt;The only way out is through &lt;br /&gt;Everything she's running from &lt;br /&gt;Wants to give up and lie down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stand in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Stand your ground&lt;br /&gt;Stand up when its all crashing down&lt;br /&gt;You stand through the pain &lt;br /&gt;You won't drown&lt;br /&gt;And one day whats lost can be found&lt;br /&gt;You stand in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stand in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Stand your ground&lt;br /&gt;Stand up when its all crashing down&lt;br /&gt;Stand through the pain &lt;br /&gt;You won't drown&lt;br /&gt;And one day whats lost can be found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stand in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Stand your ground &lt;br /&gt;Stand up when its all crashing down&lt;br /&gt;You stand through the pain&lt;br /&gt;You won't drown &lt;br /&gt;And one day whats lost can be found&lt;br /&gt;You stand in the rain</content>
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    <title>My Two Themes Songs....#1 King of the Jungle</title>
    <published>2007-02-01T18:59:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-01T18:59:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well the day has just begun and &lt;i&gt;I'm already running late&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;b&gt;too many irons in the fire&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;too much on my plate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be pulling out my hair if I could just get one hand free&lt;br /&gt;And I'd stop this world if I could find the key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I see is telling me I'm going crazy, but&lt;br /&gt;What is real says &lt;b&gt;God's still on his throne&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I need is to remember one thing&lt;br /&gt;That the lord of the gentle breeze is lord of the rough and tumble&lt;br /&gt;And he is king of the jungle yes he is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say this world's a jungle and sometimes I must admit&lt;br /&gt;I'd be scared to death if I did not know who was king of it&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is God created this whole world with his own hand&lt;br /&gt;So everything is under his command&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I see is telling me I'm going crazy, but&lt;br /&gt;What is real says &lt;b&gt;God's still on his throne&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I need is to remember one thing&lt;br /&gt;That the lord of the gentle breeze is lord of the rough and tumble&lt;br /&gt;And he is king of the jungle yes he is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-i-n-g of the j-u-n-g-l-e&lt;br /&gt;He is the king of creation&lt;br /&gt;K-i-n-g of the j-u-n-g-l-e&lt;br /&gt;Ruler of the earth and sky and the sea&lt;br /&gt;K-i-n-g of the j-u-n-g-l-e&lt;br /&gt;He's always in control&lt;br /&gt;He is the king of kings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I see is telling me I'm going crazy, but&lt;br /&gt;What is real says &lt;b&gt;God's still on his throne&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I need is to remember one thing&lt;br /&gt;That the lord of the gentle breeze is lord of the rough and tumble&lt;br /&gt;And he is king of the jungle yes he is</content>
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    <title>FINAL GRADE FOR MEDICAL-SURGICAL NURSING</title>
    <published>2007-01-25T21:23:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-25T21:23:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yay!  I got a 98.7% on my med-surg final and got an A in the class!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband will no doubt say, "I &lt;i&gt;told&lt;/i&gt; you that you didn't have to worry about that!"  But you know what, I was worried!   So, yes, doing the happy dance right now.</content>
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    <title>Today's Research Presentation - Autism Spectrum Disorder</title>
    <published>2007-01-24T18:11:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-24T18:12:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today in my pediatric clinicals I am giving a presentation on Autism Spectrum Disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if all of you know my son, Joey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey was born on May 8th, 1996.  My best friend Jeanie was there.... And after three hours of labor, about 10 minutes of pushing, this precious little guy was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey was an amazing baby.  He crawled at 2 months.  When he was four months old I took something (I don't even remember what now!) away from him and put it on the bookshelf.  He crawled around the living room for 20 minutes, pulling pillows off of the couches and chairs.  He pushed them over to the bookshelf and &lt;i&gt;tried to crawl up them to get it back!&lt;/i&gt;  Needless to say, Joey has never been what anyone would consider a "normal" child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Joey was six months old, his pediatrician walked into the room to find him putting together an 8 piece jigsaw puzzle.  Her assessment of him was that he was "scary smart".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Joey at age 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://groups.msn.com/_Secure/0TABBDjwXcH5G1KhBrwd6tjU6g8Uq4BuRULGLdiDGNnGjPbTV3ekonNIEIp45McArWraJBkS7ip8eVX9FvlRLN8w5WRaVoHhoQfummuEEZRUaVQARvSl47w/Joey002.jpg?dc=4675429918155932719" width="215" height="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Joey was 15 months old he had a high fever.  This fever was in response to an allergic reaction to his MMRs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please understand... I am not pro-vaccination.  I am not anti-vaccination.  There are important benefits and risks to all vaccinations.  I AM pro-information.  All parents should understand those risks and benefits and be able to make an informed decision for their children.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through my research I have come to believe that there are children who are more susceptible to vaccine side-effects than others.  Even the most conventional of doctors understands that there are children who are allergic to some vaccines... just as some children are allergic to bee-stings... or strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Joey at age 4.  Note the lack of eye contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://groups.msn.com/_Secure/0TABLD0EXxH9G1KhBrwd6tge2Yi57tO!CAyrlEjr1PoHTwhpOog!rujau0xiEQ5mXpKIa*rJ*2ut18RDeOlpFNnzJ*d4offmDny8Wwxbc90KW*CNUZZvddQ/Joey007.jpg?dc=4675429918172364946" width="300" height="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Joey was diagnosed, it was a relief.  Now I had some understanding of what was going on.  With the help of some wonderful people at the Institutes for the Achievement of Human Potential, Alison (then age 5) and I began an intensive crawling/repatterning program with then aged 2 Joey.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were the years we referred to as "losing Joey to the 'Dark Side'".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around age 6, Joey was moved up the spectrum to Aspergers.  Now at age 10, he is considered mildly developmentally delayed, possible sensory integration disorder.  He is about as high up the spectrum as you can get and still be on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Joey this morning... age 10:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/crazygypsygirl/pic/0000g8a8/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/crazygypsygirl/pic/0000g8a8/s320x240" width="178" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he does that to his hair on purpose.  He thinks it's "cool".  Considering what his father just did to HIS hair, I can't complain too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, I have a beautiful, happy boy who can look me in the eyes and tell me he loves me.  Despite his other (mild) delays, I couldn't be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New information has come out regarding the potential causes of Autism Spectrum Disorders.  The latest research seems to indicate that there are parts of our brain called "mirror neurons".  They allow us to read other people's actions and intentions.  It is also what allows us to empathize with others and to learn from watching others.  In children with Autism Spectrum Disorders, these mirror neurons are either missing (congenital Autism) or damaged (Autism spectrum disorders developed post-birth).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also research indicating that children with ASD have a sort of auto-immune response to their own brain tissue.  Perhaps this is what causes the damage to the mirror neurons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there is some linkage between ASD and ADHD.  I have ADHD.  Alison has ADHD.  Jonathan has ADD.  Perhaps Joey was just mean to have ADHD before the brain inflammation damaged enough mirror neurons.  I know that the repatterning we did under the guidance of IAHP is what allowed Joey to rebuild connections in his brain... and it was done when he was young enough and his brain was still "plastic" enough to build those connections.  Maybe it's not the mirror neurons themselves that are damaged in all cases... maybe it's just the connections between them and the rest of the brain.  I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, the synapses in ASD children do not have the same myelination as "normal" (boy, do I hate that term - I understand why some people in autism reseach call them neurotypical instead) children.  Without proper myelination, the neurons that are there cannot fire properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, children with ASD do not learn well from watching others.  They have to physically do something for their mirror nuerons to fire and allow them to learn.  Marc used this last week when he realized Joey didn't understand how to peel the carrots from watching him do it... He put his hands on Joey's hands and peeled a carrot together with him.  After that, Joey could do it perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I am becoming a nurse.  Because I remember people telling me that Joey should be institutionalized.  I remember that pain.... and knowing that locked inside my little guy was a brilliant, bright, happy child.  And I know that other children are out there whose parents don't know how to unlock their children... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few weeks I have determined that after I finish my RN to BSN at Rush University I will get my Family and Pediatric Nurse Practitioner licenses and finish up with a child development doctorate at the Erikson Institute in Chicago.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be in school forever....</content>
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    <title>Here's my bald hubby....</title>
    <published>2007-01-24T17:19:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-24T17:19:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/crazygypsygirl/pic/0000ff8x/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/crazygypsygirl/pic/0000ff8x/s320x240" width="320" height="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Marc playing with Arielle.  Not the best picture to show off how he looks, but it's the only one with him smiling!!! (Not a good camera person....)</content>
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    <title>My husband has gone insane...</title>
    <published>2007-01-13T04:22:25Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-13T04:22:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I wish I had a working digital camera.  My husband just shaved his head.  He still has the goatee in front but his head is completely bald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like I'm married to a gangster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOSH</content>
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    <title>Well, no WONDER!</title>
    <published>2007-01-12T23:36:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-12T23:36:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Isn't it amazing how when you're in the middle of a situation you can't see what would be plain and obvious to you if you weren't involved????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past 8 months I have been slowly and steadily gaining weight, despite watching what I eat and exercising like a fiend. (I told myself, well, I switched from a job where I was on my feet for 12 hours a day to a job where I sit for 12 hours a day. Of course my weight is becoming an issue.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been getting increasingly exhausted to the point that I have been falling asleep in the middle of lectures, even the ones I have been extremely interested in.  (Okay, well, I work 3-4 12 hour shifts per week and am in school 3 12 hour shifts per week.... and I have six little ones at home who still need attention.  Of course I'm tired.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been losing and/or forgetting anything and everything.  Lost my keys, lost my wallet, lost my badge TWICE, can't remember from one day to the next simple little things that Marc or the kids or my parents asked me to do.  (Well, I work too hard, get too little sleep and am trying to cram a ton of information into my head.  Of course I'm forgetting things.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had three miscarriages that we could not for the life of us explain.   (Well, I'm stressed and overworked.  Of course my body isn't functioning correctly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been just plain old down in the dumps.  To me it just seems tired and a little blue.  Marc talks as if I have been majorly depressed... I don't know, I can't remember long enough for it to worry me!  (Again... too much work, too little time with my kids and husband, too much stress... gee, makes sense to me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the last miscarriage I asked my OB to check my A1C (maybe I'm becoming a diabetic... my dad is diabetic, and look at my weight!) and my TSH (I've had lifelong thyroid issues.  Never hurts to check.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my A1C was 5.0  perfecto!  No diabetic issues here, and no prediabetic issues either, thanks to a good diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my TSH was .... 13!!!  It should be less than 1.  13 is totally unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gone from wondering why I can't hold it all together to wondering how I kept it from all falling apart. (Not to mention that 97%!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look back and wonder why I didn't see this.  I even remember last block telling my instructor when I got a test back (that I did well on) that I honestly didn't remember answering the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, new thyroid medication dosage and my husband and 14 year old under strict instructions to MAKE SURE I DON'T FORGET TO TAKE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.... maybe school will get easier... and I'll be happier... and thinner... and have more energy.....!!!  WOW</content>
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    <title>QOTD - What is your favorite season?</title>
    <published>2007-01-12T20:17:58Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-12T20:17:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/poll/?id=905574"&gt;View Poll: What is your favorite season?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Prayer Notebook for January 11th</title>
    <published>2007-01-12T05:32:01Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Today I am supposed to pray for Marc's purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, from Stormie's book:&lt;br /&gt;"You can always tell when a man is not living in the purpose for which God created him.  You sense his unrest.  You get a feeling something is not quite right, even if you can't put your finger on what it is.  When you're around a man who is fulfilling his calling and doing what he was created to do, you're aware of his inner direction, confidence, and deep security."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know what she's talking about.... it's like living with a caged lion sometimes.  Marc was always so sure of what his purpose was.  His purpose was to be out there, be available, and talk to anyone he could about God during his travels across the country and back.  He spent many a lonely night on the CB having prayer groups with other drivers and encouraging travelers in rest stops.  He handed out Bibles like candy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's even how he met his best friend, Steve.... Steve saw this big, burly trucker and thought "There's a man who should know God."  Marc saw this gentle, kind, somewhat harried business owner and thought "There's a man who should know God."  Someone invited someone to dinner (they don't even remember which one now) and they tried to save each other.  VERY funny and such a good friendship.  After I graduate we're moving out to Illinois to live near Steve and his wife Laurie (one of my best friends) and their family and &lt;a href="http://www.churchofrockrun.com/" target="_blank"&gt;church&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, being stuck at home with six kids (though he loves them dearly) is not letting him feel like he's fulfilling his purpose.  It's more like he's fulfilling my purpose.  We both know it's temporary, that once I graduate and I'm working 3 days a week life will get more balanced.  But I know it wears on him.  This is a good prayer for him.</content>
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    <title>Ooooooopppss....</title>
    <published>2007-01-12T05:13:57Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Last Thursday we had major exams in both Medical-Surgical and Maternal-Child Nursing.  We always get our grades back right away in Maternal-Child but we have to wait a week until we get our grades in Medical-Surgical.  Well, I haven't really worried about studying or my grades in Maternal-Child.  I always manage to pull off a low A or high B without even cracking the book.  Usually I only get questions wrong where I know &lt;i&gt;too much&lt;/i&gt; on a given subject and overanalyze it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I stress big time over Medical-Surgical.  It essentially comprises the entire human condition and every disease affecting every system.  That is a LOT to learn.  And last week's test threw me big time.  I was hoping to study over Christmas break (just over 1 week off) and I ended up being sick.  Really sick.  As in losing a baby, lots of bleeding, couldn't lift my head off the pillow much less heft that 3000 page textbook sick.  So much for studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the test last Thursday and felt like I failed it.  I didn't feel like I "knew" the answer to anything.  After the test I told one of my classmates I felt like writing "Who the f*** knows???" across the front of the test.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went into class this morning I went up to my instructor and apologized to her because I didn't feel like I had done my best effort on the test.  She's a little gnome of a person... maybe 4 ft 10 and roly poly.  It's like having Mrs. Claus for a teacher.  She just smiled and told me to sit down.  Before she passed back the tests she said, "Well, we had a wide range of test scores on this one.  Everything from 63% to 97%."  I groaned inwardly.  I knew I had flubbed the test, but I didn't think I had done THAT badly.  Oh, well, until that test I had a 95% in the class, I could afford one messup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she started handing back test papers and I eventually got mine.  I looked at the score.  I blinked and looked at it again.  This couldn't be right.  I GOT A 97.22%!  I got the highest grade in the class!  She was still handing tests back and walked past me and whispered, "Close your mouth, dear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!  Maybe I am meant to do this after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is, this class ends early.  Next Thursday is our final.  After that, we have one more exam and then the final in Maternal-Child, so I will be able to put all my effort into that and pull my high B/low A up to a good score.</content>
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    <title>QOTD - Who's YOUR favorite Looney Tune character?</title>
    <published>2007-01-12T04:23:41Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/poll/?id=905202"&gt;View Poll: Who's YOUR favorite Looney Tune character?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Bible Reading for January 11th, 2007</title>
    <published>2007-01-12T04:20:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-12T04:20:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Job%203-4;&amp;amp;version=31;" target="_blank"&gt;Job 3-4 (New International Version)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Job 3&lt;br /&gt;Job Speaks &lt;br /&gt; 1 After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth. 2 He said: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3 "May the day of my birth perish, &lt;br /&gt;       and the night it was said, 'A boy is born!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4 That day—may it turn to darkness; &lt;br /&gt;       may God above not care about it; &lt;br /&gt;       may no light shine upon it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5 May darkness and deep shadow claim it once more; &lt;br /&gt;       may a cloud settle over it; &lt;br /&gt;       may blackness overwhelm its light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6 That night—may thick darkness seize it; &lt;br /&gt;       may it not be included among the days of the year &lt;br /&gt;       nor be entered in any of the months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7 May that night be barren; &lt;br /&gt;       may no shout of joy be heard in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8 May those who curse days curse that day, &lt;br /&gt;       those who are ready to rouse Leviathan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9 May its morning stars become dark; &lt;br /&gt;       may it wait for daylight in vain &lt;br /&gt;       and not see the first rays of dawn, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 10 for it did not shut the doors of the womb on me &lt;br /&gt;       to hide trouble from my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 11 "Why did I not perish at birth, &lt;br /&gt;       and die as I came from the womb? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 12 Why were there knees to receive me &lt;br /&gt;       and breasts that I might be nursed? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 13 For now I would be lying down in peace; &lt;br /&gt;       I would be asleep and at rest &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 14 with kings and counselors of the earth, &lt;br /&gt;       who built for themselves places now lying in ruins, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 15 with rulers who had gold, &lt;br /&gt;       who filled their houses with silver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 16 Or why was I not hidden in the ground like a stillborn child, &lt;br /&gt;       like an infant who never saw the light of day? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 17 There the wicked cease from turmoil, &lt;br /&gt;       and there the weary are at rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 18 Captives also enjoy their ease; &lt;br /&gt;       they no longer hear the slave driver's shout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 19 The small and the great are there, &lt;br /&gt;       and the slave is freed from his master. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 20 "Why is light given to those in misery, &lt;br /&gt;       and life to the bitter of soul, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 21 to those who long for death that does not come, &lt;br /&gt;       who search for it more than for hidden treasure, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 22 who are filled with gladness &lt;br /&gt;       and rejoice when they reach the grave? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 23 Why is life given to a man &lt;br /&gt;       whose way is hidden, &lt;br /&gt;       whom God has hedged in? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 24 For sighing comes to me instead of food; &lt;br /&gt;       my groans pour out like water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 25 What I feared has come upon me; &lt;br /&gt;       what I dreaded has happened to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 26 I have no peace, no quietness; &lt;br /&gt;       I have no rest, but only turmoil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job 4&lt;br /&gt;Eliphaz &lt;br /&gt; 1 Then Eliphaz the Temanite replied: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2 "If someone ventures a word with you, will you be impatient? &lt;br /&gt;       But who can keep from speaking? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3 Think how you have instructed many, &lt;br /&gt;       how you have strengthened feeble hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4 Your words have supported those who stumbled; &lt;br /&gt;       you have strengthened faltering knees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5 But now trouble comes to you, and you are discouraged; &lt;br /&gt;       it strikes you, and you are dismayed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6 Should not your piety be your confidence &lt;br /&gt;       and your blameless ways your hope? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7 "Consider now: Who, being innocent, has ever perished? &lt;br /&gt;       Where were the upright ever destroyed? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8 As I have observed, those who plow evil &lt;br /&gt;       and those who sow trouble reap it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9 At the breath of God they are destroyed; &lt;br /&gt;       at the blast of his anger they perish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 10 The lions may roar and growl, &lt;br /&gt;       yet the teeth of the great lions are broken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 11 The lion perishes for lack of prey, &lt;br /&gt;       and the cubs of the lioness are scattered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 12 "A word was secretly brought to me, &lt;br /&gt;       my ears caught a whisper of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 13 Amid disquieting dreams in the night, &lt;br /&gt;       when deep sleep falls on men, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 14 fear and trembling seized me &lt;br /&gt;       and made all my bones shake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 15 A spirit glided past my face, &lt;br /&gt;       and the hair on my body stood on end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 16 It stopped, &lt;br /&gt;       but I could not tell what it was. &lt;br /&gt;       A form stood before my eyes, &lt;br /&gt;       and I heard a hushed voice: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 17 'Can a mortal be more righteous than God? &lt;br /&gt;       Can a man be more pure than his Maker? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 18 If God places no trust in his servants, &lt;br /&gt;       if he charges his angels with error, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 19 how much more those who live in houses of clay, &lt;br /&gt;       whose foundations are in the dust, &lt;br /&gt;       who are crushed more readily than a moth! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 20 Between dawn and dusk they are broken to pieces; &lt;br /&gt;       unnoticed, they perish forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 21 Are not the cords of their tent pulled up, &lt;br /&gt;       so that they die without wisdom?'</content>
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    <title>Bible Memorization for January 11th, 2007</title>
    <published>2007-01-12T04:14:38Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Proverbs 1:8&lt;br /&gt;Listen, my son, to your father's instruction &lt;br /&gt;       and do not forsake your mother's teaching.</content>
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    <title>crazygypsygirl @ 2007-01-11T21:00:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-12T04:00:52Z</published>
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&lt;tr height="75" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;YOUR REPORT CARD:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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    <title>Prayer Notebook for January 10th</title>
    <published>2007-01-10T18:27:41Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-10T18:27:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I love this quote from Stormie's book:&lt;br /&gt;"There is a difference between a fearful thought that comes to mind as a prompting to pray for a particular thing, and a tormenting spirit of fear that paralyzes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am supposed to pray for Marc to know the difference and to not be waylaid by unnecessary fears.  I see that in him sometimes (although most people who know him would think he wasn't afraid of anything.)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crazygypsygirl:136284</id>
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    <title>Bible Reading for January 10th, 2007</title>
    <published>2007-01-10T18:24:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-10T18:24:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalms%203-5;&amp;amp;version=31;" target="_blank"&gt;Psalm 3-5 (New International Version)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 3&lt;br /&gt;A psalm of David. When he fled from his son Absalom. &lt;br /&gt; 1 O LORD, how many are my foes! &lt;br /&gt;       How many rise up against me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2 Many are saying of me, &lt;br /&gt;       "God will not deliver him." &lt;br /&gt;       Selah  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3 But you are a shield around me, O LORD; &lt;br /&gt;       you bestow glory on me and lift up my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4 To the LORD I cry aloud, &lt;br /&gt;       and he answers me from his holy hill. &lt;br /&gt;       Selah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5 I lie down and sleep; &lt;br /&gt;       I wake again, because the LORD sustains me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6 I will not fear the tens of thousands &lt;br /&gt;       drawn up against me on every side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7 Arise, O LORD! &lt;br /&gt;       Deliver me, O my God! &lt;br /&gt;       Strike all my enemies on the jaw; &lt;br /&gt;       break the teeth of the wicked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8 From the LORD comes deliverance. &lt;br /&gt;       May your blessing be on your people. &lt;br /&gt;       Selah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 4&lt;br /&gt;For the director of music. With stringed instruments. A psalm of David. &lt;br /&gt; 1 Answer me when I call to you, &lt;br /&gt;       O my righteous God. &lt;br /&gt;       Give me relief from my distress; &lt;br /&gt;       be merciful to me and hear my prayer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2 How long, O men, will you turn my glory into shame? &lt;br /&gt;       How long will you love delusions and seek false gods? &lt;br /&gt;       Selah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3 Know that the LORD has set apart the godly for himself; &lt;br /&gt;       the LORD will hear when I call to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4 In your anger do not sin; &lt;br /&gt;       when you are on your beds, &lt;br /&gt;       search your hearts and be silent. &lt;br /&gt;       Selah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5 Offer right sacrifices &lt;br /&gt;       and trust in the LORD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6 Many are asking, "Who can show us any good?" &lt;br /&gt;       Let the light of your face shine upon us, O LORD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7 You have filled my heart with greater joy &lt;br /&gt;       than when their grain and new wine abound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8 I will lie down and sleep in peace, &lt;br /&gt;       for you alone, O LORD, &lt;br /&gt;       make me dwell in safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 5&lt;br /&gt;For the director of music. For flutes. A psalm of David. &lt;br /&gt; 1 Give ear to my words, O LORD, &lt;br /&gt;       consider my sighing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2 Listen to my cry for help, &lt;br /&gt;       my King and my God, &lt;br /&gt;       for to you I pray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3 In the morning, O LORD, you hear my voice; &lt;br /&gt;       in the morning I lay my requests before you &lt;br /&gt;       and wait in expectation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4 You are not a God who takes pleasure in evil; &lt;br /&gt;       with you the wicked cannot dwell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5 The arrogant cannot stand in your presence; &lt;br /&gt;       you hate all who do wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6 You destroy those who tell lies; &lt;br /&gt;       bloodthirsty and deceitful men &lt;br /&gt;       the LORD abhors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7 But I, by your great mercy, &lt;br /&gt;       will come into your house; &lt;br /&gt;       in reverence will I bow down &lt;br /&gt;       toward your holy temple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8 Lead me, O LORD, in your righteousness &lt;br /&gt;       because of my enemies— &lt;br /&gt;       make straight your way before me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9 Not a word from their mouth can be trusted; &lt;br /&gt;       their heart is filled with destruction. &lt;br /&gt;       Their throat is an open grave; &lt;br /&gt;       with their tongue they speak deceit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 10 Declare them guilty, O God! &lt;br /&gt;       Let their intrigues be their downfall. &lt;br /&gt;       Banish them for their many sins, &lt;br /&gt;       for they have rebelled against you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 11 But let all who take refuge in you be glad; &lt;br /&gt;       let them ever sing for joy. &lt;br /&gt;       Spread your protection over them, &lt;br /&gt;       that those who love your name may rejoice in you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 12 For surely, O LORD, you bless the righteous; &lt;br /&gt;       you surround them with your favor as with a shield.</content>
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    <title>Bible Memorization for January 10th, 2007</title>
    <published>2007-01-10T18:20:56Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-10T18:20:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Proverbs 1:7&lt;br /&gt;The fear of the LORD is the beginning of knowledge, &lt;br /&gt;       but fools despise wisdom and discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: The Hebrew words rendered fool in Proverbs, and often elsewhere in the Old Testament, denote one who is morally deficient.</content>
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    <title>QOTD - Slob or Neat Freak?</title>
    <published>2007-01-10T18:19:09Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-10T18:19:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/poll/?id=904213"&gt;View Poll: Slob or Neat Freak?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Bible Memorization for January 9th, 2007</title>
    <published>2007-01-10T05:10:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-10T05:10:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Proverbs 1:6&lt;br /&gt;for understanding proverbs and parables, &lt;br /&gt;       the sayings and riddles of the wise.</content>
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