<?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-5454963736122816691</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:07:38.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamma Mia I Am Blessed</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-mamma-mia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454963736122816691/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-mamma-mia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17196635611002154909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454963736122816691.post-1381714762851119233</id><published>2009-04-07T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:56:54.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 DAYS LOST ... AND STILL COUNTING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Imagine you are on the BIGGEST and FASTEST carnival ride ever .... one that is a combination of a ferris wheel, a carousel and a rollercoaster.  Now imagine that it the ride has gone beserk and that it cannot be turned off.  That, my friends, has been my life since I woke up on Thursday morning with vertigo.  Today (Tuesday) is the first day that I can actually sit in an upright position and do something other than moan or throw-up.  The dizziness is still there, although it does seem to be subsiding.  I can turn to the right without getting dizzy.  I guess the other directions will follow (hopefully, soon).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is amazing that someone can lose 5+ days of her life and have nothing to show for it.  I didn't just lose time from work; I lost time spent with God; time spent with my husband; time spent talking to my children; time spent with friends.  I couldn't eat, couldn't clean, couldn't read, couldn't watch TV, couldn't drive, couldn't focus on anything other than trying to stop the spinning.  I've realized how much of my life I take for granted ~~ from the little things like going to the bathroom by myself, taking a shower, getting dressed, finding the kitchen to get something to drink or eat.  I've taken my relationships with others for granted, as well.  I am truly blessed to have had my husband beside me this entire time.  Without him, I'd still be in the same sweat-drenched nightgown I woke up in last Thursday.  I probably would be unemployed because the orders were never done.  I wouldn't have the medication the doctor prescribed because I wouldn't have been able to find the phone to call the doctor in the first place.  He truly has been my life-saver during all of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I cannot explain how this happened or why.  I know the technical medical reason that vertigo occurs.  The inner ear contains fluid and small particles that float around in it.  When those particles get "stuck," your brain cannot tell whether you are right side up or upside down and sends you into a spin.  But what causes those particles to get stuck in the first place?  When I went to bed on Wednesday night, I was fine.  When I woke up 8 hours later, I was not.  My doctor seems to think this may have been caused by an inner ear infection but that's not a certain diagnosis.  It has to run its course and try to help the symptoms with medication.  However, one of the side effects of the medication is that it causes extreme drowsiness .... so I have slept away the better part of a week.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been up since 7:30 am and it is now noon .... time for another nap.  Hopefully, this nap will be a short one.  Sleeping 20 hours a day may sound like a great thing to some of you reading this; but, believe me, it's not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5454963736122816691-1381714762851119233?l=marie-mamma-mia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-mamma-mia.blogspot.com/feeds/1381714762851119233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454963736122816691&amp;postID=1381714762851119233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454963736122816691/posts/default/1381714762851119233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454963736122816691/posts/default/1381714762851119233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-mamma-mia.blogspot.com/2009/04/5-days-lost-and-still-counting.html' title='5 DAYS LOST ... AND STILL COUNTING'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17196635611002154909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454963736122816691.post-2632402716555838115</id><published>2009-02-15T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T12:46:32.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons from Grand-Mommyhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Even though I've only been a grandmother for 7 months, there are many things I've learned.  Here are a few ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Being a grandmother is my third favorite title ... right behind wife and mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;There have been so many new baby inventions to make it easier for today's moms.  I wonder why someone cannot come up with a diaper that eliminates the smell of poop!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;When God made the male species, he gave them a gene that makes them think their farts are funny.  This weekend, I watched a dear friend's 1-yr old son.  He walked over and sat in his little chair, lifted his right leg in the air and farted, then looked up at me with a great big grin on his face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Not being able to see my grandchild makes my heart hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;It used to be that we'd take a trip to visit our daughter and son-in-law.  Now, we take a trip to see our grandson (and if his parents are around, that's a double blessing).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Our children may not have been perfect, by our grandchild is!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Love really does multiply with each generation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;There is still no better feeling in the world then to love and cuddle a child in your arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5454963736122816691-2632402716555838115?l=marie-mamma-mia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-mamma-mia.blogspot.com/feeds/2632402716555838115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454963736122816691&amp;postID=2632402716555838115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454963736122816691/posts/default/2632402716555838115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454963736122816691/posts/default/2632402716555838115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-mamma-mia.blogspot.com/2009/02/lessons-from-grand-mommyhood.html' title='Lessons from Grand-Mommyhood'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17196635611002154909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454963736122816691.post-2771299205738017961</id><published>2009-02-01T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T17:13:49.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Motherhood has taught me more lessons than anything else in my life. Sometimes, I've learned the lesson quickly; other times, I have had to have the lesson repeated before I finally got "it." Here are a few things I have learned along the way ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* Knowing how much I love my children, I am amazed to think that God loves them (and me) even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* My mom was right -- patience is not a gift that God automatically gives you. It is a virtue that He teaches us to acquire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* When your mommy intuition tells you that something is just not right, pay attention!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* If you neglect to wash behind your ears (and other hidden places), something will grow there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* Nothing I read in any of the baby books prepared me for the moment my child moved away from home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* A mother's love really does multiply with the birth of each of her children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* Convincing your child that his loose tooth really does have to come out may qualify you to become a hostage negotiator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* One of the best gifts you can give to yourself as a parent and to your child is to make sure that you surround yourself with friends who share the same Christian beliefs that you do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* When your husband is sick, he may not be able to differentiate between an oral and rectal thermometer. Try not to laugh out loud should this happen :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There is so much more I've learned in the 30 years I have been a mother. They will have to wait for another time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5454963736122816691-2771299205738017961?l=marie-mamma-mia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-mamma-mia.blogspot.com/feeds/2771299205738017961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454963736122816691&amp;postID=2771299205738017961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454963736122816691/posts/default/2771299205738017961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454963736122816691/posts/default/2771299205738017961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-mamma-mia.blogspot.com/2009/02/motherhood-has-taught-me-more-lessons.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://wuenschel.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg253/tcpokim/lfmh.jpg?t=1233018799&quot; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_noxpFWSRBIA/SVr_Z1UtzMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/33DFE3X7oMI/s320/Nathan+080730+3+Weeks+Old.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noxpFWSRBIA/SVr-9zkvWhI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6krmcmphMb0/s1600-h/Nathan+080709+Birthweek+BW+(22).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285817450442480146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noxpFWSRBIA/SVr-9zkvWhI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6krmcmphMb0/s320/Nathan+080709+Birthweek+BW+(22).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_noxpFWSRBIA/SVr9E8TSKUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wrCK0gJ-bxw/s1600-h/Nathan+080709+Birthweek+(34).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285815374021011778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_noxpFWSRBIA/SVr9E8TSKUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wrCK0gJ-bxw/s320/Nathan+080709+Birthweek+(34).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The highlight of the year ... welcoming our first grandchild into the world. Nathanael Israel Wuenschel joined our family on July 9th and our lives will never be the same!!&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5454963736122816691-2658201851042808318?l=marie-mamma-mia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-mamma-mia.blogspot.com/feeds/2658201851042808318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454963736122816691&amp;postID=2658201851042808318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454963736122816691/posts/default/2658201851042808318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454963736122816691/posts/default/2658201851042808318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-mamma-mia.blogspot.com/2008/12/looking-back-on-2008.html' title='Looking Back on 2008'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17196635611002154909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_noxpFWSRBIA/SVsEGqzJJlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/5TroT2X8SsE/s72-c/2008+Thanksgiving+Arizona+(111).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454963736122816691.post-429013394416537140</id><published>2008-12-30T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T20:57:18.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE OR WHERE ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok, here's the question that is consuming most of my time lately. To where does God want us to move? This is what we know for sure -- unless my business picks up soon, we will have to sell our house and move some place where it will be cheaper to live. The dilemma, of course, is that we don't want to be so far away from our kids that we never get to see them. The "kids", however, have not made the decision easy. With David and Mary in Arizona and Kim, Jacob and Nathanael in South Carolina, how do we find a place that is close to all of them? And there is the added issue of where God will lead Jacob and Kim to a new job and possible new place to live. There was NOTHING about any of this in the parenting books I read while raising our family :-( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here is the other thing I know for sure. I am eating my way through this dilemma and that is not good .... not good at all. 2009 begins in a little more than 24 hours. I have a list of things that I want to accomplish in the new year and losing weight is close to the top. So, please pray with me that God will soon reveal to us the path He has planned and that He will give us the wisdom to see it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5454963736122816691-429013394416537140?l=marie-mamma-mia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-mamma-mia.blogspot.com/feeds/429013394416537140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454963736122816691&amp;postID=429013394416537140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454963736122816691/posts/default/429013394416537140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454963736122816691/posts/default/429013394416537140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-mamma-mia.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-or-where.html' title='WHERE OR WHERE ....'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17196635611002154909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454963736122816691.post-5507085590463120889</id><published>2008-11-14T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:05:26.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Days We Are Given</title><content type='html'>It has never been clearer to me more so than now that, like the song "We Live" says ... the days we are given are gifts from above." The past few weeks have been filled with sad news: Sedora's death, Paul's battle to live, good friends facing surgery, others facing major heartbreaks. Being so sick and feeling so poorly this last week, has helped me to realize that through it all, each day truly is a gift from God and that we are "to live and to love" and we are "to forgive and never give up." My prayer for today is that my family and friends know that they are God's most precious blessings in my life and that life is worth living because of Jesus and because of what each of them means to me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the future holds, or how many more days God will give me on this earth; but I do know that I "trust in the Lord with all of my heart." John and I face major decisions about our future -- selling our home, where to move, future employment, medical issues. I miss my kids so much and, more than anything, want to see them more frequently. I spend endless time reading and viewing Kim's blog so that I can watch Nathanael grow from being a little (I mean big) baby into a little boy; but watching and reading does not make a relationship. When David and Mary find the woman and man that God has set aside for them, I want to be there to get to know them. I look forward to the days when I can spend more time with the people that mean the most to me in the whole world. Until then, I'm going to "get out and do what I was meant to do" ... to live and to love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5454963736122816691-5507085590463120889?l=marie-mamma-mia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-mamma-mia.blogspot.com/feeds/5507085590463120889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454963736122816691&amp;postID=5507085590463120889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454963736122816691/posts/default/5507085590463120889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454963736122816691/posts/default/5507085590463120889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-mamma-mia.blogspot.com/2008/11/days-we-are-given.html' title='The Days We Are Given'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17196635611002154909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454963736122816691.post-3434144360369186542</id><published>2008-11-03T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:12:05.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Hoping That Jesus Comes Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want to wake up on Wednesday and find that the President of the United States is not John McCain, so I'm praying really hard that Jesus will come tomorrow and take all of His children home with Him.  This presidential election has given me more gray hair (which has been nicely hidden by my wonderful hairstylist, Megan), shorter nails (due to nail biting), weight gain (due to eating my way thru frustration) and an overwhelming sense of dread.  I have continued to pray for the candidates and their families throughout the last few months.  I have been praying for our country.  I have been praying that all Americans, regardless of party affiliation, will turn their hearts towards God and base their votes solely on what they find in His Word.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For the first time ever, I'm scared about what the future holds for our country.  My mind cannot comprehend what is in store for us if Obama becomes our next president.  The future of our country is truly at stake and I worry about what kind of place this will be for my children and grandchildren.  Will the sacrament of marriage survive?  Will more babies be murdered thru abortion?  Will judges decide who lives and who dies because of a government-run healthcare system?  Will I be able to afford to keep my small business?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In talking about the election at lunch with friends on Sunday after church, I said that "I hope God gives us what we need and not what we deserve."  Mitch, a good friend, replied "but what if what we need is the person who will make us understand that we got what we deserved."  It could be that God will give us the person who will make it clear how far our country has travelled from Him.  Is God looking down from His throne saying "What will it take to get your attention?"  Probably ... but I sure hope that God's plan is for the rapture to happen tomorrow or that He has a bit more patience and allows McCain to try his hand at governing this country.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5454963736122816691-3434144360369186542?l=marie-mamma-mia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-mamma-mia.blogspot.com/feeds/3434144360369186542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454963736122816691&amp;postID=3434144360369186542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454963736122816691/posts/default/3434144360369186542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454963736122816691/posts/default/3434144360369186542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-mamma-mia.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-hoping-that-jesus-comes-tomorrow.html' title='I&apos;m Hoping That Jesus Comes Tomorrow'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17196635611002154909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454963736122816691.post-8378184321912377542</id><published>2008-09-04T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T15:23:58.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WITHDRAWAL</title><content type='html'>I've heard that the first step to recovery for an addict is to admit that he/she is one.  So, I am admitting it.  I am addicted to holding my grandson.  The problem is that I am sure there is no recovering from this.  We spent a much too short of a weekend in Spartanburg visiting Nathanael and his parents.  Holding him is better than chocolate  (Oh, my gosh, I can't believe I said that!).  If I didn't have to work, I would buy a second home in SC and spend at least every other week there so that I could see (and hold) that precious little boy all of the time.  Of course, Kim and Jacob might get tired of me and move to Idaho (or some other strange land).  I am determined to be a big part of this little guy's life (and the life of all of my future grandchildren), so I have to figure out what the best way is to make sure that happens.  Perhaps a motor home is in our future ... who knows!  I still think there should be a law making it illegal for children to move so far away from their parents that it becomes a mental, emotional and financial hardship to the parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5454963736122816691-8378184321912377542?l=marie-mamma-mia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-mamma-mia.blogspot.com/feeds/8378184321912377542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454963736122816691&amp;postID=8378184321912377542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454963736122816691/posts/default/8378184321912377542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454963736122816691/posts/default/8378184321912377542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-mamma-mia.blogspot.com/2008/09/withdrawal.html' title='WITHDRAWAL'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17196635611002154909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454963736122816691.post-6625614252726610261</id><published>2008-08-26T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T19:28:52.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Grow Up ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;For quite some time now, I've been thinking about what I might want to do once the abstracting business is no longer lucrative (which may be sooner than I want it to be). One of the questions we always ask our kids is "What do you want to be when you grow up?". I have been asking myself that same question a lot during the last year, but it has only been recently that I've taken that question to God. Just this morning, I think He answered it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Here's my plan .... I am going to make an appointment with a college guidance counselor (either AACC or the U of MD) and look into finally finishing what I started 39 years ago -- getting my bachelor's degree. I have an associate's degree, but that is where I stopped (a decision that I have regretted for a long, long time). Each time I thought about going back, there was always something or someone else that needed attention or money. I think it is finally my turn and I want to see what my options are. I'm thinking that I would like to start taking classes towards a degree in hospitality. As I look at my strengths and weaknesses, I know that I love making people feel welcome and special; I enjoy entertaining; I love being around people. I am terrible with math; I don't think logically and science has never been a subject I enjoyed. Just blogging about this is inspiring me. I'm thinking of all of the possibilities ... a concierge, a travel agent, opening up my own catering business, managing a CRACKER BARREL :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I want to remember this quote from Rick Warren in his book "A Purpose Driven Life" ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Great opportunities may come once in a lifetime,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but small opportunities surround us everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Even thru such simple acts as telling the truth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;being kind and encouraging others, we bring a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;smile to God's face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No matter what the future holds, I want to serve my God and to bring a smile to His face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5454963736122816691-6625614252726610261?l=marie-mamma-mia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-mamma-mia.blogspot.com/feeds/6625614252726610261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454963736122816691&amp;postID=6625614252726610261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454963736122816691/posts/default/6625614252726610261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454963736122816691/posts/default/6625614252726610261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-mamma-mia.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-i-grow-up.html' title='When I Grow Up ...'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17196635611002154909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454963736122816691.post-92787237741003923</id><published>2008-08-23T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T08:39:31.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procastinating</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;UGH!  I typed my first ever blog, previewed it, tried to make a grammatical correction and it DISAPPEARED.  This is certainly not a good sign.  Now, what was I saying ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, yeah, I said that I am writing this because I don't want to clean my house.  I am home alone (except for the dog and cats) since John and Lorn left this morning to take Joshua to his new home in NY.  I like being alone sometimes but I don't think I'd like it for more than a day.  I am sitting here thinking of all of the things that need to get done.  I am such a procrastinator.  Give me a short deadline and I can accomplish almost anything.  Give me an entire day and I can waste it away and never accomplish what I set out to do.  I have been up for several hours (first at 3:30, again at 7:15 and for good at 9:10).  I need to get dressed and get to work cleaning this castle!  By now I should have been dressed, exercised at the gym for an hour, and at least started on this cleaning activity.  But, nope, haven't done any of that.  I have managed to wash the dishes from last night, let the dog out twice, answered the phone (a telemarketer call for Mary who has been in AZ for almost two years), baked 6 choc chip cookies and ate 5 of them -- so much for my Weight Watchers program.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am addicted to Kim's blog (check it out ... &lt;a href="http://www.wuenschel.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.wuenschel.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;)  I can't get enough of looking at Nathanael's pictures and hearing about how much he is growing/changing.  I think I need a webcam and one for the Wuenschel computer so I can SEE the most precious baby in the world (and his parents, too).  I thought having my children move so far away (Dave &amp;amp; Mary in Mesa, AZ and Kim in Spartanburg, SC) was the worst thing in the world.  Now, it is even "more worst" with my first grandbaby so far away.  I ABSOLUTELY HATE IT!   I am certain that it was never God's plan to have grandchildren live so far away from their grandparents!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright, now that I have given myself over to self-pity, it is time to take back control and set out to do what I intended when I got up this morning  (each time I got up) ... CLEAN.  So, I'm off to get dressed, find the vaccuum cleaner, the dust rags, a bucket and mop and get to work.  Between Olympic breaks and checking for a new Wuenschel blog, maybe I will have the house cleaned by midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5454963736122816691-92787237741003923?l=marie-mamma-mia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-mamma-mia.blogspot.com/feeds/92787237741003923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454963736122816691&amp;postID=92787237741003923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454963736122816691/posts/default/92787237741003923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454963736122816691/posts/default/92787237741003923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-mamma-mia.blogspot.com/2008/08/procastinating.html' title='Procastinating'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17196635611002154909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
