<?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-1495854171116518590</id><updated>2012-01-26T10:48:28.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the rest is still unwritten...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>346</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-8781898736690830715</id><published>2012-01-20T13:02:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T13:15:59.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*don't quit*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qoGVumF10sg/Txm5IbZOOKI/AAAAAAAABag/fYNgBUr0mP0/s1600/blog+1.20.12+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nfa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qoGVumF10sg/Txm5IbZOOKI/AAAAAAAABag/fYNgBUr0mP0/s320/blog+1.20.12+008.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;don't quit when the tide is lowest,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;for it's just about to turn;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;don't quit over doubts and questions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;for there's something you may learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-CAOjgc9iQ/Txm5i1RiduI/AAAAAAAABao/1a4zghNvJ_E/s1600/blog+1.20.12+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nfa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-CAOjgc9iQ/Txm5i1RiduI/AAAAAAAABao/1a4zghNvJ_E/s320/blog+1.20.12+006.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;don't quit when the night is darkest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;for it's just a&amp;nbsp;while 'til dawn;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;don't quit when you've run the farthest,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;for the race is almost won.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KQNQdPZdw50/Txm_K1a59CI/AAAAAAAABa4/nj_jxe_Uw08/s1600/utah+vacation+7.3-7.10%252C+2011+858.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nfa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KQNQdPZdw50/Txm_K1a59CI/AAAAAAAABa4/nj_jxe_Uw08/s320/utah+vacation+7.3-7.10%252C+2011+858.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;don't quit when the hill is steepest,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;for your goal is almost nigh;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;don't quit, for you're not a failure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;until you fail to try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~jill wolf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-8781898736690830715?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/8781898736690830715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=8781898736690830715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/8781898736690830715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/8781898736690830715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2012/01/dont-quit-dont-quit-when-tide-is-lowest.html' title='*don&apos;t quit*'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qoGVumF10sg/Txm5IbZOOKI/AAAAAAAABag/fYNgBUr0mP0/s72-c/blog+1.20.12+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-6382223300728181061</id><published>2012-01-17T10:33:00.016-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T10:54:07.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to my baby boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;it's hard to believe that 17 years ago today I was blessed with my third son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i remember just like it was yesterday when he was born, every little detail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this momma's boy has truly grown into a wonderful young man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he is caring, kind, loving, athletic, friendly, helpful, a hard worker and tender hearted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happy birthday dallin! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so glad to have you in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm honored to be your mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1LsjlSGHAyw/Txml7j5_OoI/AAAAAAAABaY/BAIbOCs9uhQ/s1600/Con_0487+col.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nfa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1LsjlSGHAyw/Txml7j5_OoI/AAAAAAAABaY/BAIbOCs9uhQ/s320/Con_0487+col.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-6382223300728181061?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/6382223300728181061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=6382223300728181061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/6382223300728181061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/6382223300728181061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-birthday-to-my-baby-boy.html' title='happy birthday to my baby boy'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1LsjlSGHAyw/Txml7j5_OoI/AAAAAAAABaY/BAIbOCs9uhQ/s72-c/Con_0487+col.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-7423962653761537259</id><published>2012-01-12T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T12:13:18.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1.12.12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tZYDxGEuMPk/Tw8tx256HwI/AAAAAAAABaQ/84LrqNhgTrQ/s1600/photo+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tZYDxGEuMPk/Tw8tx256HwI/AAAAAAAABaQ/84LrqNhgTrQ/s320/photo+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;its truly hard for me to believe that 12 days have gone by and i have yet to post in the new year.&amp;nbsp; these last twelve days have been very busy for me.&amp;nbsp; sometimes i don't know if i am coming or going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally opened up the classroom for {&lt;a href="http://www.bigpictureclasses.com/onelittleword.php"&gt;one little word&lt;/a&gt;} yesterday and felt so overwhelmed.&amp;nbsp; i know this class is truly going to help me this year.&amp;nbsp; i know my one little word "trust" will be a great word for me to listen to as well.&amp;nbsp; just finding and making time to really work with my word has been tough.&amp;nbsp; i know that at the end of 2012 this word will be in my heart forever.&amp;nbsp; i believe in this process...i just want the time to work it!&amp;nbsp; anyone else feel the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was truly inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.aliedwards.com/"&gt;ali's&lt;/a&gt; words in this class.&amp;nbsp; her heart is so loving that you can just feel it all the way through your own computer as you listen.&amp;nbsp; i know that each of us have a path.&amp;nbsp; each of us has a purpose.&amp;nbsp; each of us struggle.&amp;nbsp; i know that if you listen with your heart, you will know what you need to do.&amp;nbsp; i know that you will follow the right course.&amp;nbsp; i just have to remember to breathe and put one foot in front of the other.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now...i do not "trust" myself with my health.&amp;nbsp; i know that i need to get with the program!&amp;nbsp; i know i need to get healthy for me and my family.&amp;nbsp; i am good for a week or two and then...&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;!&amp;nbsp; i know that no one else can light a fire under me to get moving.&amp;nbsp; it's just nice to have someone there to start it with though.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bk0kpajDktg/Tw8tkdOJTQI/AAAAAAAABaI/KUTYBYXjZFI/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bk0kpajDktg/Tw8tkdOJTQI/AAAAAAAABaI/KUTYBYXjZFI/s320/photo.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i continue to "trust" this process and myself i hope to find a new improved mE.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;a person i love.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;a person who is healthy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;a person who found her aRt again.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;a person who has forgiven herself.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;a person who is happy.&lt;br /&gt;a person who can love completely.&lt;br /&gt;a person who knows who&amp;nbsp;SHE is.&lt;br /&gt;a person who can&amp;nbsp;continue to&amp;nbsp;forgive.&lt;br /&gt;a person who is ok with change.&lt;br /&gt;a person who speaks kindly.&lt;br /&gt;a person who seeks good friends.&lt;br /&gt;a person who can "trust".&lt;br /&gt;a person who is willing to let go.&lt;br /&gt;a person who is ready to fly.&lt;br /&gt;a person who is always moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PZovZjjUBYs/Tw8thJt5zYI/AAAAAAAABaA/u7fkUALzkC8/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PZovZjjUBYs/Tw8thJt5zYI/AAAAAAAABaA/u7fkUALzkC8/s320/photo.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;poem by lao tzu&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;welcome &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;twenty12&lt;/span&gt;...i'm "&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ing" that you will be good!!&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/1495854171116518590-7423962653761537259?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/7423962653761537259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=7423962653761537259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/7423962653761537259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/7423962653761537259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2012/01/11212.html' title='1.12.12'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tZYDxGEuMPk/Tw8tx256HwI/AAAAAAAABaQ/84LrqNhgTrQ/s72-c/photo+%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-6280968330138555549</id><published>2011-12-31T13:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T13:47:01.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye 2011</title><content type='html'>i still can't put my head around it that 2011 will be over in a matter of hours.&amp;nbsp; that 2012 will be here in no time.&amp;nbsp; all year i kept saying "this year seems to be flying by".&amp;nbsp; now as i look back on it, it really did.&amp;nbsp; a lot has happened in 2011 and i know much of what has happened i have not accepted.&amp;nbsp; there is much i learned and a lot i&amp;nbsp;didn't take advantage of in 2011.&amp;nbsp; there are a lot of things i wish to forget.&amp;nbsp; there are many of things i will NEVER forget.&amp;nbsp; as the years keep coming {faster it feels like} i want to make wiser decisions on how to remember the years gone by.&amp;nbsp; i want to make each year more meaningful to me.&amp;nbsp; i want to cherish it more, love it more, nurture it, remember it, honor it and lay it to rest.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to start 2012 with a challenge.&amp;nbsp; i am going to choose ONE LITTLE WORD to live with for the entire year.&amp;nbsp; this concept was started and created by {&lt;a href="http://aliedwards.com/"&gt;ali edwards&lt;/a&gt;}.&amp;nbsp; you can read more about one little word {&lt;a href="http://aliedwards.com/2011/12/one-little-word-2012.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;}.&amp;nbsp; i have struggled to pick just the right word {this is very tough}.&amp;nbsp; i don't know if it's because it's my first time, because there are so many good words or just nerves.&amp;nbsp; i have been shuffling&amp;nbsp;a few words around but this one keeps coming back to me.&amp;nbsp; i. don't. know. why.&amp;nbsp; i am trying not to allow other people's words to influence me in choosing my word.&amp;nbsp; after reading ali's statement of choosing a word..."&lt;em&gt;This is not your mother's word or your spouse's word or your child's word - this is YOUR word&lt;/em&gt;" and how some words "choose YOU" i have finally decided.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;a href="http://aliedwards.com/2011/12/one-little-word-2012-class-registration-open.html"&gt;one little word&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h2lfNZMNuGI/Tv9eEv73gpI/AAAAAAAABZ4/cJHNWLffr2o/s1600/misc+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h2lfNZMNuGI/Tv9eEv73gpI/AAAAAAAABZ4/cJHNWLffr2o/s320/misc+002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;noun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;1. reliance on the integrity, strength, ability, surety, etc., of&amp;nbsp;a person or thing; confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;2. confident expectation of something; hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;3. confidence in the certainty of future payment for property or goods received; credit: to sell merchandise on trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;4. a person on whom or thing on which one relies: God is my trust. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this word chose me.&amp;nbsp; it kept coming back to me.&amp;nbsp; i don't know why or how it will apply to me in 2012 but it's mY word. &amp;nbsp;as i embark on this new journey with one little word.&amp;nbsp; i hope you will join in as well. {&lt;a href="http://aliedwards.com/2011/12/one-little-word-2012-class-registration-open.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;}&amp;nbsp; i am expecting 2012 to be an eventful and memorable year for me.&amp;nbsp; here are just some&amp;nbsp;of the&amp;nbsp;reasons why... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;i will turn the big 4-o&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i will have been married for 2 years&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i will have 2 children in their 2o's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i will be sharing in my&amp;nbsp;little girl&amp;nbsp;turning sweet 16&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i will be watching my youngest son drive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i will be living my one little word&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i will be setting some new goals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i will be remembering and cherishing each day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i will become healthier&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i will fight my depression&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i will run again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i will love deeper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i will fly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i will strengthen my friendships&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i will cherish life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i will heal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i will take on new adventures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i will meet more of my extended family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i will listen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i will strengthen my marriage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i will learn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i&amp;nbsp;will stand strong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i will allow more people in&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i will walk with my head held high&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i will smile more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i will live&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i will be enough&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i will be brave&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i will make time for myself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i will remember...i AM a survivor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;i am so blessed to be alive and learn from my past.&amp;nbsp; as i welcome 2012, i hope to live my life for me.&amp;nbsp; NOT&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;anyone else.&amp;nbsp; i hope to learn every day and make myself aware of that very moment.&amp;nbsp; all that it has, all that i can learn from, all that it will give me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am thankful for YOU!&amp;nbsp; for you&amp;nbsp;jumping in on my joyride&amp;nbsp;of a&amp;nbsp;journey.&amp;nbsp; for sharing with me, carrying me, teaching me and loving me.&amp;nbsp; i am blessed to have you in my life.&amp;nbsp; i am grateful to call you friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happy new year's eve.&amp;nbsp; may you have a safe &amp;amp; wonderful evening.&amp;nbsp; may 2012 become a great year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;{hugs}&lt;br /&gt;connie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-6280968330138555549?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/6280968330138555549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=6280968330138555549&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/6280968330138555549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/6280968330138555549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/12/goodbye-2011.html' title='goodbye 2011'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h2lfNZMNuGI/Tv9eEv73gpI/AAAAAAAABZ4/cJHNWLffr2o/s72-c/misc+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-6471508875099386912</id><published>2011-12-21T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T09:54:44.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>repost of sticks &amp; stones...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{12.14.09 this time it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;one of my children getting hurt, not me}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;special warning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;before you read this please forgive me if i may hurt anyones feelings. that is not my intention at all! i write these words to let others know how harmful it is when you say bad things to others. as we teach others, our children and ourselves please remember names DO hurt as well as sticks and stones. if you choose not to read any further, i totally understand. it's not like i would know anyways. i just feel this is what i really need to get off my mind today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sticks and stones will break my bones but names will never hurt me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i often wondered why it is that someone has to put someone else down to feel good about themselves. why they have to lash out, say bad names and curse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is this to make &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; feel better? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is it so they can feel&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt; powerful&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is it because they know how the other person will &lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is it to make a &lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;"&gt;point&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm not sure at all why one would do this. all i know is when it happens to me, i have to remember...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what someone else&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;says&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thinks&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of me is none of &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; business&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what they feel they need to do is only to make them feel good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's sad, it truly is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you know bones heal, but names haunt you. they make you doubt yourself, wonder what you may have done to deserve the name calling, it makes you wonder the truthfulness of the calling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know that i am only accountable for me. that it is also my job to &lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEACH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my children how hurtful this is. to teach them that it's &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;nice to call names, make fun of others or pick fights. it's truly sad when all of this comes from adults and they feel the need to put others down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shame on &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what a poor excuse of an example you are. may you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have someone knock you down or your children. as that would be the true sadness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;words &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hurt people! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-6471508875099386912?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/6471508875099386912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=6471508875099386912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/6471508875099386912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/6471508875099386912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/12/repost-of-sticks-stones.html' title='repost of sticks &amp; stones...'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-5389205166923085756</id><published>2011-12-19T23:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T23:25:40.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>traditions...lOvE them!</title><content type='html'>one of our family traditions is to have a bake day with oma {my mom}.&amp;nbsp; we seriously bake all day making cookies, candies and breads.&amp;nbsp; then when we are done we will make goodie plates for family, friends and our neighbors.&amp;nbsp; this is something we have been doing since my kids could walk.&amp;nbsp; oh to look back at all the pictures and the wonderful memories is just AWESOME!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year we did all the baking at my house.&amp;nbsp; we also invited trevor&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; dallin's girlfriends {kyah &amp;amp; adeline}.&amp;nbsp; we got a late start on saturday and had a couple not so good turn outs but accomplished much.&amp;nbsp; yet, there were no frosted sugar cookies.&amp;nbsp; so on sunday we baked some more and MORE!!&amp;nbsp; i think i finished at about um, midnight!&amp;nbsp; i left the frosting of those remaining cookies for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7fspGusowcA/Tu-V0YPIEDI/AAAAAAAABZc/4qNzNEKcAvg/s1600/IMG_2790.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7fspGusowcA/Tu-V0YPIEDI/AAAAAAAABZc/4qNzNEKcAvg/s320/IMG_2790.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;we ended up making peppermint sugar cookies {thanks heather for the recipe and the cookies}, peanut blossoms, no bakes, frosted and decorated sugar cookies, niemen marcus cookies, carmel brownies {which didn't turn out}, chocolate peanut butter fudge, white candy, toffee and 12 loaves of banana bread!&amp;nbsp; we figured out we have about 18 plates to make up and deliver today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;i think what i loved and cherished most about this tradition and weekend&amp;nbsp;was just being with my family!&amp;nbsp; teaching them, watching them, sharing with them, laughing with them and loving them.&amp;nbsp; spending the time with them for 2 whole days.&amp;nbsp; teenagers and young adults may i remind you!&amp;nbsp; i loved spending the time with my mom as well.&amp;nbsp; this was SO needed.&amp;nbsp; i think for the both of us! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rrtoFsQLHec/TvApk_KsnKI/AAAAAAAABZs/18kjySFKYNs/s1600/IMG_2741.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rrtoFsQLHec/TvApk_KsnKI/AAAAAAAABZs/18kjySFKYNs/s320/IMG_2741.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this is a tradition that will NEVER get old for me.&amp;nbsp; i am so blessed my mom started it so many years ago.&amp;nbsp; i only hope i may carry this wonderful tradition on with my grandchildren as she has.&amp;nbsp; {ok, now i'm crying}&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r5kVgPX5dHs/TvAozbXRRDI/AAAAAAAABZk/4oLXupbQnJk/s1600/IMG_2737.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r5kVgPX5dHs/TvAozbXRRDI/AAAAAAAABZk/4oLXupbQnJk/s320/IMG_2737.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;i am truly blessed!&amp;nbsp; these past few months have had there ups and downs and i can honestly say...this weekend took that all away.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;this weekend showed me what is most important&amp;nbsp;to me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;this weekend filled my heart.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;this weekend made me laugh and cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;this weekend i remembered those who left us way too soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;this weekend taught me so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;this weekend i loved deeply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;this weekend i gave much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;this weekend was really special to me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;this weekend was AWESOME. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;this weekend MEMORIES were made.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;this weekend will always be PRICELESS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you all have a fuN, fabulous weekend making memories with those you love.&amp;nbsp; i am blessed every day with so much.&amp;nbsp; i am grateful for all of my trials and tribulations as they have brought me right here.&amp;nbsp; to this very place.&amp;nbsp; to this very moment.&amp;nbsp; for that i am one truly happy, brave, strong, loving girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;what family traditions do you LOVE?&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/1495854171116518590-5389205166923085756?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/5389205166923085756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=5389205166923085756&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/5389205166923085756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/5389205166923085756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/12/traditionslove-them.html' title='traditions...lOvE them!'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7fspGusowcA/Tu-V0YPIEDI/AAAAAAAABZc/4qNzNEKcAvg/s72-c/IMG_2790.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-1226978705825149770</id><published>2011-12-13T16:22:00.018-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T16:43:21.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loving YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today i am&amp;nbsp;filled with &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;loVe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thanks for continuing to go along&amp;nbsp;on this&amp;nbsp;journey with me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i hope your day is filled with all the things you love and hold dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i hope to catch you all up as soon as life slows down, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't think that will happen anytime soon.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so this is it for now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;know you are &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt;, yes &lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{{hugs}}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;connie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-1226978705825149770?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/1226978705825149770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=1226978705825149770&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/1226978705825149770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/1226978705825149770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/12/today-i-am-with-love.html' title='loving YOU'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-7195741764894350485</id><published>2011-11-18T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T15:53:20.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>missing my little brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;please turn off my music playlist before watching this video&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard this song today and i broke down into tears.&amp;nbsp; while listening to the words i thought of my brother, jeremy.&amp;nbsp; i realized how much i love him and miss him.&amp;nbsp; thank you&amp;nbsp;for serving our country little brother.&amp;nbsp; i know what a sacrifice it&amp;nbsp;is to serve.&amp;nbsp; i know the choices you make are bettering you and your family.&amp;nbsp; you are such a hard worker and it shows.&amp;nbsp; you are always thinking of others and trying to make their lives easier.&amp;nbsp; know that i love you and i'm grateful for all the things you do to make this life a better place for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IxTu4f8cTTk/Tsbg96lHoyI/AAAAAAAABZU/GEYaCsPP9K8/s1600/DSCN3944.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="199" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IxTu4f8cTTk/Tsbg96lHoyI/AAAAAAAABZU/GEYaCsPP9K8/s200/DSCN3944.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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&lt;br /&gt;gosh it's been really hard to catch up.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;i am doing it though!&lt;br /&gt;it is one thing i feel strongly about.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;sometimes it's just the smallest simplest things you have or do that you should be grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i realized i am truly grateful for the internet.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;it has blessed my life in more ways than i can count.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;i am grateful for my blog as well.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;i started it way back in 2007 as a {&lt;a href="http://rhonnadesigns.blogspot.com/p/21-challenge.html"&gt;21 day challenge&lt;/a&gt;} i took from {&lt;a href="http://rhonnadesigns.blogspot.com/"&gt;rhonna farrer&lt;/a&gt;}.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;since then i have been blogging now for 4 years.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;i may not be faithful in doing it every day but i try.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;my blog is for mE.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;a place to write about my everyday doings, &lt;br /&gt;what my kiddos and family are up to,&lt;br /&gt;memories i want to share and keep, &lt;br /&gt;my attitudes of gratitudes, &lt;br /&gt;birthdays, &lt;br /&gt;friends, &lt;br /&gt;retreats, &lt;br /&gt;a quote or two,&lt;br /&gt;a trial i may be going through, &lt;br /&gt;a heartache i am dealing with,&lt;br /&gt;a wish,&lt;br /&gt;a prayer,&lt;br /&gt;just the every day&amp;nbsp;joy rides of my life!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishing you a fabulous day my friends.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;you are amaZing and thanks for blessing my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{{hugs}}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-8733743351483804587?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/8733743351483804587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=8733743351483804587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/8733743351483804587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/8733743351483804587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/11/all-most-caught-up.html' title='all. most. caught. up.'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-8824952644177934070</id><published>2011-11-13T11:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T12:22:24.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>attitude of gratitude</title><content type='html'>day 13:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am grateful for my circle of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am truly blessed to have good, true, REAL friends in my life.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends ~&lt;br /&gt;...who lift me up when i fall.&lt;br /&gt;...hold my hand when i am scared.&lt;br /&gt;...that love me unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;...who don't judge me.&lt;br /&gt;...who are good examples in my life.&lt;br /&gt;...that are honest and don't lie to me.&lt;br /&gt;...that&amp;nbsp;pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;...who constantly check on me.&lt;br /&gt;...that laugh with me not at me.&lt;br /&gt;...who cry with me.&lt;br /&gt;...who shop with me.&lt;br /&gt;...who believe in God.&lt;br /&gt;...who uplift my soul.&lt;br /&gt;...that listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;...that know my inner secrets and don't share them with other.&lt;br /&gt;...that give me wonderful advice.&lt;br /&gt;...who live their truths.&lt;br /&gt;...who make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends that know my heart &amp;amp; soul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that&amp;nbsp;YOU know who YOU are.&amp;nbsp; if not...i am telling&amp;nbsp;YOU now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU for being my friend.&lt;br /&gt;YOU&amp;nbsp; brighten my life and leave footprints in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;many people will walk in and out of your life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart&lt;/span&gt;” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~eleanor roosevelt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;day 13:&amp;nbsp; what are you grateful for tOdaY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-8824952644177934070?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/8824952644177934070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=8824952644177934070&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/8824952644177934070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/8824952644177934070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/11/attitude-of-gratitude_13.html' title='attitude of gratitude'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-6844984961534255358</id><published>2011-11-12T11:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T11:05:39.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>attitude of gratitude</title><content type='html'>day 12:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful for food that nourishes and heals my body.&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NoopnJgicwA/Tsacly4G__I/AAAAAAAABZM/iMB72D4Zh4Q/s1600/camas%252C+wa+11.10-11.13%252C+2011+033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NoopnJgicwA/Tsacly4G__I/AAAAAAAABZM/iMB72D4Zh4Q/s320/camas%252C+wa+11.10-11.13%252C+2011+033.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;tomato basil bisque soup &amp;amp; salad&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so maybe not the bread sticks but&amp;nbsp;my meal&amp;nbsp;was YUMMY!!&amp;nbsp; i am trying to still figure this whole food thing out.&amp;nbsp; baby steps.&amp;nbsp; i know that even the simplest thing can throw me into a serious headache and the shakes.&amp;nbsp; i am trying really hard to adjust to my hypoglycemic﻿ diagnose.&amp;nbsp; i am truly grateful i can still eat these wonderful foods, as many others can not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;day 12: what food are you grateful for?&amp;nbsp; &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/1495854171116518590-6844984961534255358?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/6844984961534255358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=6844984961534255358&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/6844984961534255358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/6844984961534255358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/11/attitude-of-gratitude_12.html' title='attitude of gratitude'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NoopnJgicwA/Tsacly4G__I/AAAAAAAABZM/iMB72D4Zh4Q/s72-c/camas%252C+wa+11.10-11.13%252C+2011+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-5231833325413789883</id><published>2011-11-11T10:16:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T10:52:47.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>attitude of gratitude</title><content type='html'>day 11:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is veteran's day and oh how grateful i am.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my attitude towards all veterans past and present is so overwhelming.&amp;nbsp; my heart is so full.&amp;nbsp; i have had many of my family members serve this great country of ours.&amp;nbsp;thank you is not enough!&amp;nbsp; yet, the words must be said.&amp;nbsp; take time today {and every day} to salute them and tell them "thank you".&amp;nbsp; they really do allow us to &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;live&lt;/span&gt; free and are so, so BRAVE!&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F5ZznFeKZyI/TsaaefSx13I/AAAAAAAABZE/eSbHYBC2Bu0/s1600/jeremy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F5ZznFeKZyI/TsaaefSx13I/AAAAAAAABZE/eSbHYBC2Bu0/s320/jeremy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;my brother on leave 2010 with my boys&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;DAY 11:&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;PLEASE&lt;/strong&gt; thank a vet today!&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/1495854171116518590-5231833325413789883?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/5231833325413789883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=5231833325413789883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/5231833325413789883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/5231833325413789883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/11/attitude-of-gratitude_11.html' title='attitude of gratitude'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F5ZznFeKZyI/TsaaefSx13I/AAAAAAAABZE/eSbHYBC2Bu0/s72-c/jeremy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-1457884788069104129</id><published>2011-11-10T09:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T10:15:32.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>atitude of gratitude</title><content type='html'>day 10:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i am grateful for airplanes.&amp;nbsp; yes, i said airplanes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it amaZing how far we have come with our ways of transportation?&amp;nbsp; we can now get to places all over the world so much faster than horse and buggy, lol.&amp;nbsp; i have been blessed with having no fear of flying.&amp;nbsp; to me it is relaxing and pretty cool.&amp;nbsp; i have gone many places, seen many places and eNjoYed many people, family and friends just by walking onto a plane.&amp;nbsp; i am grateful for the many pilots as well who have devoted many hours of learning and flying to make me have no fear and eNjoY my little trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;day 10:&amp;nbsp; what are you grateful for?&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/1495854171116518590-1457884788069104129?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/1457884788069104129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=1457884788069104129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/1457884788069104129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/1457884788069104129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/11/atitude-of-gratitude.html' title='atitude of gratitude'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-3954961872117090206</id><published>2011-11-09T09:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T10:35:00.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>attitude of gratitude</title><content type='html'>day 9:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so grateful for {&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/profile.php?id=1585586410&amp;amp;sk=wall"&gt;rhonda&lt;/a&gt;}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TEYloGfsoNQ/TsaQQ64aheI/AAAAAAAABY8/laIt1kOXcQA/s1600/rhonda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="269" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TEYloGfsoNQ/TsaQQ64aheI/AAAAAAAABY8/laIt1kOXcQA/s320/rhonda.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rhonda has been doing my hair for about 10-11 years now. she knows me! she gets me! i went to cosmetology school and have no fear of change when it comes to my hair. i know i can go to rhonda and trust her to make me beautiful!&amp;nbsp; she is not only my friend, she has taken my family's pictures as well {great photographer}.&amp;nbsp; she is one great friend to have in my life!!&amp;nbsp; i love getting my hair done because as she washes it, you receive a mini neck rub.&amp;nbsp; seriously the &lt;strong&gt;BEST&lt;/strong&gt; part!!&amp;nbsp; jk, but it is a wonderful relaxing rub to a great hair do.&amp;nbsp; i am blessed that you allow me to chat with you about my life and all the good {sometimes the not so good} that i deal with on a daily bases.&amp;nbsp; i guess i could say you are a great counselor too!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks rhonda cook solomon&amp;nbsp;for not only making me look good... but feel good as well.&amp;nbsp; i love you and i am so grateful to have you in my life.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; seriously make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;day 9: what simple pleasure are you grateful for?&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/1495854171116518590-3954961872117090206?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/3954961872117090206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=3954961872117090206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/3954961872117090206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/3954961872117090206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/11/attitude-of-gratitude_09.html' title='attitude of gratitude'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TEYloGfsoNQ/TsaQQ64aheI/AAAAAAAABY8/laIt1kOXcQA/s72-c/rhonda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-5518538672937961654</id><published>2011-11-08T00:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T00:22:28.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>attitude of gratitude</title><content type='html'>day 8:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i am very grateful for prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know they are heard.&lt;br /&gt;i know they are answered.&lt;br /&gt;i know that through prayers all things are possible.&lt;br /&gt;i know that no matter what the answer may be, it is what God has in store for me at that time.&lt;br /&gt;i know that through prayer we may help others, comforted others as well as ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;i am thankful and truly grateful for the POWER of prayer.&lt;br /&gt;i know that prayers have truly blessed my life.&lt;br /&gt;i know that even though i don't feel like praying, God knows my heart.&lt;br /&gt;i know i am very grateful today for God hearing and answering my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;day 8:&amp;nbsp; how has prayer blessed your life?&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/1495854171116518590-5518538672937961654?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/5518538672937961654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=5518538672937961654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/5518538672937961654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/5518538672937961654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/11/attitude-of-gratitude_08.html' title='attitude of gratitude'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-6794812009099570627</id><published>2011-11-07T23:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T23:51:54.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>attitude of gratitude</title><content type='html'>day 7:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;today was a long busy day.&amp;nbsp; i am grateful for the knowledge i have, as i learn patience.&amp;nbsp; it's not always easy to wait...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jy0KgIaWdaU/TsNcxEfMxUI/AAAAAAAABY0/kEGoGYQL4l4/s1600/misc+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jy0KgIaWdaU/TsNcxEfMxUI/AAAAAAAABY0/kEGoGYQL4l4/s320/misc+001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;day 7:&amp;nbsp; what are you grateful for today?&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/1495854171116518590-6794812009099570627?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/6794812009099570627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=6794812009099570627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/6794812009099570627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/6794812009099570627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/11/attitude-of-gratitude_07.html' title='attitude of gratitude'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jy0KgIaWdaU/TsNcxEfMxUI/AAAAAAAABY0/kEGoGYQL4l4/s72-c/misc+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-4758946241399408831</id><published>2011-11-06T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T23:41:00.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>attitude of gratitude</title><content type='html'>day 6:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am grateful to give service.&amp;nbsp; i am truly blessed that i was taught to serve others.&amp;nbsp; not only are you helping others but you are helping yourself.&amp;nbsp; you are giving selfishly to someone who is asking for nothing in return.&amp;nbsp; i love the feeling i get when i am in service to others.&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-45ajtl-9bxc/TsNaNch84KI/AAAAAAAABYs/wmOP2R_RSgI/s1600/misc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-45ajtl-9bxc/TsNaNch84KI/AAAAAAAABYs/wmOP2R_RSgI/s320/misc.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;taking down wallpaper border&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;day 6:&amp;nbsp; what service have you done lately?&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/1495854171116518590-4758946241399408831?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/4758946241399408831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=4758946241399408831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/4758946241399408831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/4758946241399408831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/11/attitude-of-gratitude_06.html' title='attitude of gratitude'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-45ajtl-9bxc/TsNaNch84KI/AAAAAAAABYs/wmOP2R_RSgI/s72-c/misc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-7854753029239197785</id><published>2011-11-05T10:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T10:35:25.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>attitude of gratitude</title><content type='html'>day 5:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so very grateful for music.&amp;nbsp; for me, music touches my soul!&amp;nbsp; in my time of need, sadness or loss, my favorite times, happy ones, movie soundtracks, parties, cleaning the house, creating,&amp;nbsp;weddings, retreats and so on...music just gets me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0isxbRC8C0M/TrVrsXcmh0I/AAAAAAAABYM/A7h3h8tP-TE/s1600/dr+pepper+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0isxbRC8C0M/TrVrsXcmh0I/AAAAAAAABYM/A7h3h8tP-TE/s320/dr+pepper+001.jpg" width="283" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i know that music is something that i will always cherish.&amp;nbsp; no matter my mood {or the mood i'm trying to get into}, somehow, music will always just live right in my soul!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;day 5: what are you grateful for today?&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/1495854171116518590-7854753029239197785?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/7854753029239197785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=7854753029239197785&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/7854753029239197785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/7854753029239197785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/11/attitude-of-gratitude_05.html' title='attitude of gratitude'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0isxbRC8C0M/TrVrsXcmh0I/AAAAAAAABYM/A7h3h8tP-TE/s72-c/dr+pepper+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-7014937125662039466</id><published>2011-11-04T07:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T08:44:36.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>attitude of gratitude</title><content type='html'>day 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful for a "new start", when i will try again.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oEavlFvjebQ/TrVRb623nKI/AAAAAAAABYE/VEmPhE7k-TU/s1600/dr+pepper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oEavlFvjebQ/TrVRb623nKI/AAAAAAAABYE/VEmPhE7k-TU/s320/dr+pepper.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i had been off dr. pepper for 4 days and finally broke today.&amp;nbsp; tomorrow is a &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; day!&amp;nbsp; i &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;will &lt;/span&gt;try again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;day 3:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;grateful for the talks I get to share with my children. I love you austin, trevor, dallin &amp;amp; haleigh. {{hugs}}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2cZeiWlDM9U/TrVLl26jmBI/AAAAAAAABX8/oJF2CyOqB_c/s1600/kiddos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2cZeiWlDM9U/TrVLl26jmBI/AAAAAAAABX8/oJF2CyOqB_c/s320/kiddos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{trevor.19, austin.20, dallin.16, haleigh.14}&lt;br /&gt;2010&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i never know when these talks are going to talk place but i sure do love them.&amp;nbsp; sometimes it's when one of them have a bad day, and argument with a friend, bad day at school&amp;nbsp;or late at night.&amp;nbsp; i always want to be aware of them and their need to talk.&amp;nbsp; i never say i'm too busy at that moment for it may never come again.&amp;nbsp; i always stay up as late as i need to for them.&amp;nbsp; i always end it with a huge hug and an i love you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;these are the days &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; live for.&amp;nbsp; these are the moments &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;am grateful for.&amp;nbsp; the memories that &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;am making with them.&amp;nbsp; theses moments... &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;will treasure for a lifetime! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;day 3:&amp;nbsp; what are you grateful for today?&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/1495854171116518590-8483300984146742703?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/8483300984146742703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=8483300984146742703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/8483300984146742703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/8483300984146742703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/11/attitude-of-gratitude_03.html' title='attitude of gratitude'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2cZeiWlDM9U/TrVLl26jmBI/AAAAAAAABX8/oJF2CyOqB_c/s72-c/kiddos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-4705591681210320873</id><published>2011-11-02T23:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T00:06:52.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>attitude of gratitude</title><content type='html'>day 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i am grateful for my "to do list".&amp;nbsp; why?&amp;nbsp; having things to do, things to accomplish is living!&amp;nbsp; today was truly full from start to finish.&amp;nbsp; i accomplished loads of laundry, 2 loads of dishes, balanced my check book, paid bills, did my part time job run, made many needed&amp;nbsp;phone calls, sent emails&amp;nbsp;and visited my mom for over&amp;nbsp;2 hours.&amp;nbsp; there is probably many more things i did today but these are the ones i can remember at 11:45 pm, lol,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i live by a "to do list" and i am grateful to stay busy with many things to do.&amp;nbsp; though not too busy to let satan work his magic and get me&amp;nbsp;stressed out. as&amp;nbsp;my friend &lt;a href="http://kristanpaolacci.blogspot.com/"&gt;kristan&lt;/a&gt; once&amp;nbsp;reminded me b.u.s,y standing for {being under satan's yoke} is not good.&amp;nbsp; it's not ok to keep adding things to a list that is totally unreachable.&amp;nbsp; it's not good to always say "yes" to everyone and everything.&amp;nbsp; it is a choice to do things that need to be done and that you want to do.&amp;nbsp; it's a choice each day to decide what &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; want to accomplish with your 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;day&amp;nbsp;2...what are you grateful for?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{{hugs}}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-4705591681210320873?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/4705591681210320873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=4705591681210320873&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/4705591681210320873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/4705591681210320873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/11/attitude-of-gratitude_02.html' title='attitude of gratitude'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-1410931000238178231</id><published>2011-11-01T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T18:14:29.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>attitude of gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;day 1:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;grateful my mom is now in rehab and doing better!! what a blessing for me and my family to have her close to us. i'm so honored to be her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nml6TUfKVLs/TrB8GaF7KVI/AAAAAAAABXc/qhZUhcBDpps/s1600/mom+%2526+me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nml6TUfKVLs/TrB8GaF7KVI/AAAAAAAABXc/qhZUhcBDpps/s320/mom+%2526+me.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;who are you grateful for today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;{{hugs}}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;connie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-1410931000238178231?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/1410931000238178231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=1410931000238178231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/1410931000238178231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/1410931000238178231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/11/attitude-of-gratitude.html' title='attitude of gratitude'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nml6TUfKVLs/TrB8GaF7KVI/AAAAAAAABXc/qhZUhcBDpps/s72-c/mom+%2526+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-7533124925294162688</id><published>2011-11-01T16:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T16:02:07.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm never going to catch up...</title><content type='html'>i will never catch up on my blog posts for the past few weeks.&amp;nbsp; so i have decide to just start with today.&amp;nbsp; it's hard to believe that it is already&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt; NOVEMBER&lt;/span&gt;!&amp;nbsp; where has &lt;strong&gt;2011&lt;/strong&gt; gone???&amp;nbsp; i feel like it should be spring not fall already.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you know last year i took the attitude of gratitude challenge&amp;nbsp;for the month of november.&amp;nbsp; each day i will post {i will try my best} what i am grateful for that day.&amp;nbsp; it may me something really big in my life at that moment or something as simple as my favorite warm drink.&amp;nbsp; it's a simple challenge and i wondered if you would join in.&amp;nbsp; you can post your attitude of gratitude on your blog, facebook, in a journal, your website or just in your heart.&amp;nbsp; if you do post them please let me know the link as i would love to follow.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time of year i am reminded of all the things i am grateful for, big and small.&amp;nbsp; it's a time where i want to become better, do better, give more and appreciate more.&amp;nbsp; a time where i can feel love and give love.&amp;nbsp; it's a time to reflect on all that i am blessed with.&amp;nbsp; it also helps me journal&amp;nbsp;more and document those day to day things that often get over looked and forgotten.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;so...will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; join in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{{hugs}}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;connie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-7533124925294162688?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/7533124925294162688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=7533124925294162688&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/7533124925294162688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/7533124925294162688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-never-going-to-catch-up.html' title='i&apos;m never going to catch up...'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-3132884611699766709</id><published>2011-10-11T11:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T11:57:17.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xtn1XwwyTco/TpSMAZkq5hI/AAAAAAAABXU/5A3sBNT__nY/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xtn1XwwyTco/TpSMAZkq5hI/AAAAAAAABXU/5A3sBNT__nY/s320/005.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;"&gt;we all have a responsibility &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;"&gt;to help ourselves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;"&gt;to whatever wisdom and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;"&gt;support comes our way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;"&gt;and then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;"&gt;most importantly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;to pass it on&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~joan erikson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;thank you &lt;a href="http://mikalslanding.blogspot.com/"&gt;mikal&lt;/a&gt; for all your wonderful words of wisdom last night.&amp;nbsp; i don't think "thank you" is enough for the almost 3 hours of wisdom, comfort, laughs and tears we shared! i am truly blessed to have you in my life.&amp;nbsp; i hope to share my wisdom with those in need as you have.&amp;nbsp; i love &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;mikal&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/1495854171116518590-3132884611699766709?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/3132884611699766709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=3132884611699766709&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/3132884611699766709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/3132884611699766709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-all-have-responsibility-to-help.html' title=''/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xtn1XwwyTco/TpSMAZkq5hI/AAAAAAAABXU/5A3sBNT__nY/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-7497328414078083282</id><published>2011-10-10T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T11:15:51.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;the difficulties of life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;are intended to make us better, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;not bitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;~author unknown&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/1495854171116518590-7497328414078083282?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/7497328414078083282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=7497328414078083282&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/7497328414078083282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/7497328414078083282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/10/difficulties-of-life-are-intended-to.html' title=''/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-4324144666431538901</id><published>2011-09-21T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T13:27:17.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>prayers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know they are heard and i know they are answered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;i don't ask for these prayers for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i ask for my littlest little, haleigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DaSVt1vqyug/TnpHJBtAQ_I/AAAAAAAABWs/zf_PWofeslA/s1600/haleigh%2527s+mini+shoot+5.7.11+025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DaSVt1vqyug/TnpHJBtAQ_I/AAAAAAAABWs/zf_PWofeslA/s320/haleigh%2527s+mini+shoot+5.7.11+025.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;for her surgeon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;for the nurses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;for all those that will be helping her through this surgery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;i know positive thinking brings positive results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;i know good vibes and thoughts are felt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;i know with all my heart she will be in good hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am asking for all thoughts and prayers to be sent on her behalf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;it never hurts to have plenty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;many thank yous can never be enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;{{hugs}} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-4324144666431538901?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/4324144666431538901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=4324144666431538901&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/4324144666431538901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/4324144666431538901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/09/prayers.html' title='prayers.'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DaSVt1vqyug/TnpHJBtAQ_I/AAAAAAAABWs/zf_PWofeslA/s72-c/haleigh%2527s+mini+shoot+5.7.11+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-7513425696663470770</id><published>2011-09-17T10:08:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T13:40:05.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tOdaY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;today it's beautiful outside.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;today there is a slight breeze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;today i slept in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;today i am allow myself to veg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;today i feel alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;today i am drinking dr. pepper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;today i am smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;today my to do list is tiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;today my children amaZe me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;today my heart is full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;today i am in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;today i am snuggling with my favorite red blanket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;today i love my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;today there is no stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;today is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;today i am blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;today my phone is quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;today i am calm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;today my body is resting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;today i can hear my breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;today i am watching food network.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;today i am laying&amp;nbsp;next to&amp;nbsp;my husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;today is my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;today my heart is at peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0mD9LkPI07g/TmkMXvwmbaI/AAAAAAAABWE/rvTH86BJDg4/s1600/god-grant-me-the-serenity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0mD9LkPI07g/TmkMXvwmbaI/AAAAAAAABWE/rvTH86BJDg4/s320/god-grant-me-the-serenity.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-6880233814570710072?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/6880233814570710072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=6880233814570710072&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/6880233814570710072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/6880233814570710072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0mD9LkPI07g/TmkMXvwmbaI/AAAAAAAABWE/rvTH86BJDg4/s72-c/god-grant-me-the-serenity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-6009558422801111320</id><published>2011-08-17T11:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T09:05:16.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;these last couple of weeks have been so crazy busy that i have found no time for anything. i have been under a lot of stress and my entire house has been a wreck. the saying " when momma' ain't happy, then no one is happy" has been the theme in our home. there have been busy days, sad days, frustrating days, things that don't go right {all day} days and over all burnt out days. we had soccer tryouts, sports physicals, birthdays, school starting, 3 hour drive with 3 hour doctors appointments, dentist appointments, work for me {out side the home} a trip to flagstaff for school supplies and clothes, another 3 1/2 over night drive with a half a day doctors appointment, soccer cuts, ultra sounds, austin's first day at his new day program and the list could seriously go on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;my head, heart and eyes feel like they are about to explode. i know that god will never give us more than we can handle but it's really enough already. all of these things that happened and &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS MY MOMMY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! {she's been gone for the last 5 weeks}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ct2qtvn8xQg/Tkwd_Ww-eBI/AAAAAAAABVQ/8t4gRKfWQ8M/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ct2qtvn8xQg/Tkwd_Ww-eBI/AAAAAAAABVQ/8t4gRKfWQ8M/s200/002.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i know this too shall pass and that someone else out there always has it worse.&amp;nbsp; i just want a break for a bit so i can breathe.&amp;nbsp; one of the major things weighing on me is my littlest little will be having surgery soon.&amp;nbsp; please keep her in your thoughts and prayers.&amp;nbsp; she has been through so much in her 14 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qQFHL2w4tc8/Tk6JBjgxbvI/AAAAAAAABWA/bK1iD0trsaA/s1600/haleigh%2527s+mini+shoot+5.7.11+045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qQFHL2w4tc8/Tk6JBjgxbvI/AAAAAAAABWA/bK1iD0trsaA/s200/haleigh%2527s+mini+shoot+5.7.11+045.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i just don't think she can take one more thing and neither can i.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-6009558422801111320?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/6009558422801111320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=6009558422801111320&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/6009558422801111320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/6009558422801111320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/08/these-last-couple-of-weeks-have-been-so.html' title=''/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ct2qtvn8xQg/Tkwd_Ww-eBI/AAAAAAAABVQ/8t4gRKfWQ8M/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-5546784324469210496</id><published>2011-08-06T07:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T10:46:32.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my quiet moments alone i do my reading.&amp;nbsp; sometimes that means my most favorite blogs.&amp;nbsp; other times it's a much needed book and&amp;nbsp;then times it's the bible.&amp;nbsp; this morning i have been catching up on my blogs.&amp;nbsp; i am seriously speechless.&amp;nbsp; i am at awe at these amazing women.&amp;nbsp; i find comfort and strength in their words.&amp;nbsp; yet, i struggle with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have had the opportunity to have many different faiths in my life.&amp;nbsp; i have at times struggled with them all.&amp;nbsp; i would say the last 13 years or so have been a true struggle.&amp;nbsp; i have found it hard to be in one single faith.&amp;nbsp; i know i have a testimony of god.&amp;nbsp; i know i haven't been a faithful christan.&amp;nbsp; yet, god is still there.&amp;nbsp; waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read a few of my friends blogs that really touched me in one way or another.&amp;nbsp; through faithfulness, strength, learning, powerful prayer, desires of the heart&amp;nbsp;and just being a good example of christianity.&amp;nbsp; you can check out their blogs here...{&lt;a href="http://mikalslanding.blogspot.com/2011/08/faithful-im-not-thinking-about.html?showComment=1312649375168#c2436516128815021005"&gt;mikal&lt;/a&gt;}, {&lt;a href="http://kristanpaolacci.blogspot.com/2011/08/cant-get-enough-of-these-boys-tonight.html"&gt;kristan&lt;/a&gt;}, {&lt;a href="http://heartwingsisters.blogspot.com/2011/08/friday-thought.html"&gt;kolleen&lt;/a&gt;}, {&lt;a href="http://jean-harper.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-mission-call.html"&gt;jean&lt;/a&gt;}, {&lt;a href="http://kelly-loveismyreligion.blogspot.com/2011/08/all-we-can-do.html"&gt;kelly&lt;/a&gt;}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided to put all religions aside and just get down to myself and god. this is very hard. it is truly the raw side of me that sometimes i don't want others to see. what i am learning from it, is that god WILL always be there. in my weakness, in my pain, sorrow, happy times, in my strength and all the other times as well. he is the one that will never leave my side. the one that will stay back and wait for me. the one who will love me unconditionally no matter what.&amp;nbsp; the one i need to put my heart and soul into.&amp;nbsp; the one that knows me best.&amp;nbsp; the one that i should be listening to.&amp;nbsp; the one that will never fail me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am striving to live my truth.&amp;nbsp; to live&amp;nbsp;a life i am pleased with.&amp;nbsp; to live a life others may learn from and gain strength from.&amp;nbsp; to be an example of forgiveness, unconditional love and true christianity.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am enough and so are YOU!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-5546784324469210496?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/5546784324469210496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=5546784324469210496&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/5546784324469210496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/5546784324469210496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-quiet-moments-alone-i-do-my-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-4764268339155196996</id><published>2011-08-05T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T19:07:29.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sKwI18E-NUo/TjxTUd0aSRI/AAAAAAAABUY/r7pOfxdh3do/s1600/DSCN4825.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sKwI18E-NUo/TjxTUd0aSRI/AAAAAAAABUY/r7pOfxdh3do/s320/DSCN4825.JPG" t$="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"God didn't promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow or sun without rain, but He did promise strength for the day, comfort for the tears and light for the way. If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am working really hard&amp;nbsp;at&amp;nbsp;being "ok" with me.&amp;nbsp; to be a better person.&amp;nbsp; to apologize when necessary.&amp;nbsp; to not think bad of others.&amp;nbsp; to accept others for who they are.&amp;nbsp; to love unconditionally.&amp;nbsp; i have always thought myself as a good, kind, caring, loving, forgiving&amp;nbsp;person but sometimes the yuck thoughts creep in.&amp;nbsp; they are not always good and most of the time are not always truths.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to take this opportunity to apologize to many of you.&amp;nbsp; you may not even understand why i am apologizing.&amp;nbsp; though my heart tells me i need to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart is full of pain and hurt that sometimes i don't realize i put that onto others.&amp;nbsp; this is a fault of mine.&amp;nbsp; one i am working so hard on.&amp;nbsp; i hope in time you can forgive me.&amp;nbsp; i hope in time i may forgive myself so i can move forward and love myself unconditionally.&amp;nbsp; i know with prayer and god all things are possible.&amp;nbsp; through him, i will get through this.&lt;br /&gt;much love to you all.&lt;br /&gt;have a fabulous weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-4764268339155196996?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/4764268339155196996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=4764268339155196996&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/4764268339155196996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/4764268339155196996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/08/god-didnt-promise-days-without-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sKwI18E-NUo/TjxTUd0aSRI/AAAAAAAABUY/r7pOfxdh3do/s72-c/DSCN4825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-3155318731880535976</id><published>2011-08-02T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T14:12:41.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be kinder than necessary, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for everyone you meet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;is fighting some kind of battle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;~author unknown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0t4QFkdnN4k/TjhnvZV1_hI/AAAAAAAABUQ/O28lU0b6O1o/s320/IMG_1327.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-3155318731880535976?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/3155318731880535976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=3155318731880535976&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/3155318731880535976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/3155318731880535976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/08/be-kinder-than-necessary-for-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0t4QFkdnN4k/TjhnvZV1_hI/AAAAAAAABUQ/O28lU0b6O1o/s72-c/IMG_1327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-5811595170848466357</id><published>2011-08-01T13:37:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T14:05:12.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday dad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happy birthday dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;may your day be wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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why?&amp;nbsp; this last weekend is just what i needed.&amp;nbsp; i spent the entire weekend with my loves, all of them.&amp;nbsp; tom, austin, trevor, dallin, haleigh and our dog levi.&amp;nbsp; i even had an added bonus.&amp;nbsp; my son, dallin brought along his girlfriend adeline.&amp;nbsp; my heart was so happy.&amp;nbsp; i was at such peace!&amp;nbsp; have you had the feeling?&amp;nbsp; it is truly calming. truly!&amp;nbsp; no internet, no rv, no grill.&amp;nbsp; just us in a trailer, tents and a microwave.&amp;nbsp; i will admit the first night was absolutely awful. i got only one hour of sleep.&amp;nbsp; it was so cold and i did not prepare enough in bringing blankets as the trailer is just that...a trailer.&amp;nbsp; it was so cold that even levi slept right next to me and we were both shivering all night long.&amp;nbsp; however...the morning was interesting as well as i had not fully planned all the supplies i would need to "make" the meals.&amp;nbsp; i think all in all we did well and the food wasn't too bad either.&amp;nbsp; what i loved about this trip is there was no tv, no internet, no video games and really no distractions.&amp;nbsp; it was us in the forest riding quads, playing games and making s'mores.&amp;nbsp; we had such a good time that it really made me look at what i &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;DO&lt;/span&gt; have.&amp;nbsp; what i am so &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;GRATEFUL &lt;/span&gt;for.&amp;nbsp; what i am &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;TRULY&lt;/span&gt; thankful for as well.&amp;nbsp; i think until you go camping and don't have your basic necessities of life,&amp;nbsp;that you realize what you have and how blessed you truly are.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday morning everyone was sleeping and levi really had to go so i got up and let him out.&amp;nbsp; it was so quiet and peaceful outside.&amp;nbsp; no one was riding yet and it was still outside.&amp;nbsp; i sat there listening,&amp;nbsp; TRULY listening.&amp;nbsp; i haven't done that in a long time.&amp;nbsp; i pulled out my phone and got caught up on some of my blogs i just adore reading and really started to think.&amp;nbsp; it's so funny how sometimes you feel all alone yet you are not.&amp;nbsp; one of my blogs i read was of my brave girl mikal's blog.&amp;nbsp; her name is pronounced micheal, you can read her blog {&lt;a href="http://mikalslanding.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;} her blog is so honest, so real.&amp;nbsp; i think that is why i enjoy reading it so much.&amp;nbsp; she had blogged a couple of post about finding her authentic self and i just smiled.&amp;nbsp; i too have been on that journey.&amp;nbsp; i think we all are at times.&amp;nbsp; she quoted an author who i too admire, joan anderson.&amp;nbsp; i have one of her books that helped me through a very difficult time in my life, my divorce.&amp;nbsp; something so personal and difficult&amp;nbsp;for so many people, yet such a huge learning experience in my life.&amp;nbsp; as i flipped through the pages of her book &lt;em&gt;"a weekend to change your life" find your authentic self after a lifetime of being all things to all people,&lt;/em&gt; i truly started to live.&amp;nbsp; i only wish i had found this author and book earlier.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; perfect.&amp;nbsp; i may&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; NEVER&lt;/span&gt; be in this lifetime.&amp;nbsp; this life is a test.&amp;nbsp; this life is meant to have good times and bad times.&amp;nbsp; this life is ours to live how we choose.&amp;nbsp; it's not always the best to try and live for others.&amp;nbsp; this life is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; this life is not always fair but we get to choose how we live it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as women {and sometimes men} we wear many hats.&amp;nbsp; we are mothers, daughters, friends, sister, aunt, business women, a taxi service, team mom, pta board member, church calling holder, maid, chef, personal assistant and the list could go on.&amp;nbsp; we often find ourselves questioning who we &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; are.&amp;nbsp; what are roles are.&amp;nbsp; what is our purpose.&amp;nbsp; we wonder if the path we chose is the correct one.&amp;nbsp; if the mistakes me made were worth it.&amp;nbsp; if the life we are living is to it's fullest.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sunday morning after i caught up on my blog i used my phone to download the bible.&amp;nbsp; i sat in the forest, with a slight breeze in a lawn chair, pj's, glasses and all and started to read.&amp;nbsp; i read for two full hours.&amp;nbsp; at&amp;nbsp;different times the birds would sing,&amp;nbsp;the wind would pick up, the sun would peak through the clouds and my heart would start pounding.&amp;nbsp; i wondered what it would of been like back in those days.&amp;nbsp; would i have even survived?&amp;nbsp; i have so many questions.&amp;nbsp; i just don't truly understand it all.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after reading i wondered if i will ever have all the answers to the many questions i have?&amp;nbsp; will i ever find the TRUE me that i am looking for?&amp;nbsp; will i ever understand this test that i am being given?&amp;nbsp; will i pass?&amp;nbsp; will i ever believe that i am good enough &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;JUST THE WAY THAT I AM&lt;/span&gt;??&amp;nbsp; who am i trying to impress?&amp;nbsp; does it really matter?&amp;nbsp; will i be forgiven by those that i have hurt or done wrong too?&amp;nbsp; will i ever truly forgive myself?&amp;nbsp; will i ever be happy with just being &lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: x-large;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this life is a &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;TEST&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; to prepare for a test you must study and learn.&amp;nbsp; there isn't always a right or wrong, but you always have a choice.&amp;nbsp; what you take from this test and what you share with others&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;IS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;important.&amp;nbsp; what you choose to do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; your decision, not anyone else's.&amp;nbsp; we are all still learning.&amp;nbsp; we are all still trying to figure out who we are and what we want from this life.&amp;nbsp; some just take longer than others to figure it out.&amp;nbsp; then when you do, life gives you another test.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i am learning from this is, that i am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; alone.&amp;nbsp; that i &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt; a good person.&amp;nbsp; that i will be learning until the day god brings me home.&amp;nbsp; that i need to start being ok with me because what others think of me isn't any of my business.&amp;nbsp; this is a process, we take one step forward and sometimes we fall backwards.&amp;nbsp; as long as we get up, dust ourselves off, put a smile on our faces and start over we &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ARE&lt;/span&gt; doing our best.&amp;nbsp; sometimes it's just a little harder.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am grateful for all these life lessons.&amp;nbsp; i am blessed to know that i am special.&amp;nbsp; that i am worth it.&amp;nbsp; that &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i AM ENOUGH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; no matter what others may say or think about you...you my friend are soooo worth it too!&amp;nbsp; remember that you are not alone.&amp;nbsp; that some days you may stumble and feel hopeless.&amp;nbsp; you may feel that this life is not worth it.&amp;nbsp; i hope you will find that special place in your heart that allows you to find peace and pray for guidance.&amp;nbsp; you are so special just as you are.&amp;nbsp; this life isn't easy but it is sooooo worth it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{{hugs}}&lt;br /&gt;connie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-3669158825242101833?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/3669158825242101833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=3669158825242101833&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/3669158825242101833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/3669158825242101833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/07/be-still-and-listenits-worth-it.html' title='be still and listen...it&apos;s worth it!'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-5637672423135578567</id><published>2011-07-22T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T10:09:58.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>going, going, gone...</title><content type='html'>we are headed out of town for a camping/riding family, fun, dirty weekend. only wish I could find my camera. :(  anywho, I hope you all have a happy weekend.  take some "just because/random" photos for me of your weekend. leave me a comment and send me to your blog to view them.  I will do my best by snapping some photos on my iPhone and share with you when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy weekend my friends!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-5637672423135578567?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/5637672423135578567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=5637672423135578567&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/5637672423135578567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/5637672423135578567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/07/going-going-gone.html' title='going, going, gone...'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-3190414191397625044</id><published>2011-07-15T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T13:33:20.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh me, oh my...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;have you heard the news&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this fall we will have a wonderful new channel to watch online.&amp;nbsp; it is called &lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: x-large;"&gt;my craft channel&lt;/span&gt; you can check out their blog {&lt;a href="http://mycraftchannelblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;}.&amp;nbsp; they have been announcing their hostesses for their show and it is one amaZing group of women.&amp;nbsp; it will be the show where you can learn from the best of the best.&amp;nbsp; from sewing, photography, mix media, diy and scrapbooking!!&amp;nbsp; i am so stinkin' excited i can't stand it!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only am i excited to have a new wonderful show to watch&amp;nbsp;this fall, 2 of my brave girl friends have been asked to be hostesses of their own segments,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://christytomlinson.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;christy tomlinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://teresacollins.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;teresa collins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; i can not&amp;nbsp;express to&amp;nbsp;you how talented these two ladies are.&amp;nbsp; having been in their presence and to see their passion for their art is amaZing.&amp;nbsp; i know i will be watching, learning and playing right along with all of these great ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy friday my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-3190414191397625044?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/3190414191397625044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=3190414191397625044&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/3190414191397625044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/3190414191397625044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/07/oh-me-oh-my.html' title='oh me, oh my...'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-1638023306635743114</id><published>2011-07-13T12:09:00.060-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T08:39:56.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lend a hand...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PKQMhiAWgsg/Th-R3DCVYFI/AAAAAAAABT8/OfLjAd8EtwI/s1600/lend+a+hand+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PKQMhiAWgsg/Th-R3DCVYFI/AAAAAAAABT8/OfLjAd8EtwI/s320/lend+a+hand+002.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;a picture i took with my iphone&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;of a statue in my town﻿&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;have you ever given a hand to someone in need?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;has someone ever lent a hand to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;it is such a small gesture, yet it could mean the world to someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;today i was really feeling the need to connect with a friend.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i thought what would put a smile on my face?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;what could i do to put a smile on theirs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i sent a simple text message.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;what i received in return was more than i asked for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;you never know when lending a hand&amp;nbsp;will mean so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;take time to serve others with your two little hands.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;it could be... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;making bread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;making a call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;saying thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;pick flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;waving hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sending a text.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;making art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;cleaning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;pulling them out of the dark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;praying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;giving a hug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;god gave us two hands to use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;why not share them with the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;in doing so...you will find a friend or maybe even save a life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;what have you done with your hands for a friend lately?&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/1495854171116518590-1638023306635743114?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/1638023306635743114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=1638023306635743114&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/1638023306635743114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/1638023306635743114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/07/lend-hand.html' title='lend a hand...'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PKQMhiAWgsg/Th-R3DCVYFI/AAAAAAAABT8/OfLjAd8EtwI/s72-c/lend+a+hand+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-2761267072561110002</id><published>2011-07-03T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T05:31:23.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i will be missing in action for a week as i enjoy a little r &amp; r.  a utah road trip with my husband, full of laughter, beautiful nature, some family and friends, magazines, music and a camera. if i am inspired or have time i will try to post. happy sunday my blogging friends.&lt;br /&gt;{{hugs}}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-2761267072561110002?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/2761267072561110002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=2761267072561110002&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/2761267072561110002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/2761267072561110002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-will-be-missing-in-action-for-week-as.html' title=''/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-9010039970612803947</id><published>2011-06-28T22:46:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T12:54:24.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today...</title><content type='html'>today... has been an overall good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i worked 9-5.&lt;br /&gt;today there was&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;tons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of work.&lt;br /&gt;today i went to lunch with my mom and our friend naoma for her birthday lunch.&lt;br /&gt;today i went grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;today i bought a friend some roses.&lt;br /&gt;today i cooked a fast and yummy dinner for my husband and i.&lt;br /&gt;today i ordered some amaZing scents from scentsy. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;{&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://princess.scentsy.us/Home"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i read many inspirational blogs.&lt;br /&gt;today i became a "follwer" on some great blogs.&lt;br /&gt;today i listened to some great music.&lt;br /&gt;today i was truly inspired by &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;{&lt;a href="http://kelly-loveismyreligion.blogspot.com/2011/06/she-knew.html"&gt;kelly lish's&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;/span&gt; newest piece of art, "she knew".&lt;br /&gt;today kelly and i had an awesome text chat!&lt;br /&gt;today i watched the voice and had total goose-pimples.&lt;br /&gt;today i had a wonderful text conversation with miss adeline.&lt;br /&gt;today my oldest son's paperwork was approved.&lt;br /&gt;today i am tired, yet feel alive.&lt;br /&gt;today i am blessed.&lt;br /&gt;today i felt very inspired.&lt;br /&gt;today i told my husband i loved him many of times.&lt;br /&gt;today i am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;today i received a text from my third son who said he missed me.&lt;br /&gt;today i caramelized an apple and poured&amp;nbsp;it over some &lt;br /&gt;french vanilla ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;today i thanked my husband for doing some "honey-dos".&lt;br /&gt;today i felt&amp;nbsp;good about&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ing mE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;how was your today my friends?&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/1495854171116518590-9010039970612803947?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/9010039970612803947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=9010039970612803947&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/9010039970612803947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/9010039970612803947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/06/today.html' title='today...'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-2397448810432831851</id><published>2011-06-24T21:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T21:54:38.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>machines that save...</title><content type='html'>﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wsyuRn86UA4/TgVDazOGAaI/AAAAAAAABTw/fJndbenZga4/s1600/mamo6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wsyuRn86UA4/TgVDazOGAaI/AAAAAAAABTw/fJndbenZga4/s320/mamo6.jpg" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{mammogram machine}&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;the dreaded mammogram machine i was so lucky to have an appointment with on wednesday.&amp;nbsp; not only did i visit this machine i saw the ultrasound machine as well.&amp;nbsp; i hope to hear from the doctor sometime next week to find out what my results were.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Aw8H7wHBYHY/TgVGTh2TaCI/AAAAAAAABT0/1DBu3IGBHL8/s1600/ultrasound.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Aw8H7wHBYHY/TgVGTh2TaCI/AAAAAAAABT0/1DBu3IGBHL8/s320/ultrasound.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{ultrasound machine}&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;i am not sure what i was more afraid of...the machines or the many of doctors, techs and interns who examined my "ta-tas".&amp;nbsp; it didn't hurt as bad as i thought but i shall say it was very uncomfortable.&amp;nbsp; then when i was having an ultra sound they were pressing really hard and oh the pain was not good.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;i may not have enjoyed this visit to the hospital with these lovely machines but it was worth every penny of it.&amp;nbsp; if it can save me from pain and knowing all is well, it is worth it!&amp;nbsp; i am thankful for today's doctors and technology that allows us the chance to detect any medical problems before it gets to advanced.&amp;nbsp; i am also very&amp;nbsp;happy to discover&amp;nbsp;websites that allow us to donate to the cause.&amp;nbsp; this is one of my all time favorites sites&amp;nbsp;{&lt;a href="http://www.savethetatas.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;save the ta-tas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;}.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;so until i hear from the doctor i am still crossing my fingers and praying that my ta-tas are ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;just a friendly reminder&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;please do your monthly self exam girls {and guys}.&amp;nbsp; save your ta-tas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-2397448810432831851?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/2397448810432831851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=2397448810432831851&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/2397448810432831851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/2397448810432831851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/06/machines-that-save.html' title='machines that save...'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wsyuRn86UA4/TgVDazOGAaI/AAAAAAAABTw/fJndbenZga4/s72-c/mamo6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-4979561473087309515</id><published>2011-06-15T08:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T15:54:33.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;every morning, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ask yourself not&amp;nbsp;"what do i need to &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;DO&lt;/span&gt; today?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but "how do i need to &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;BE &lt;/span&gt;today?"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;focus on how you can be &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;YOUR&lt;/span&gt; authentic,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;best self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;~shannon mcfayden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-17mjMoM-bvw/Tfk24cwigDI/AAAAAAAABTs/PV3mJL7qRqg/s1600/DSCN4788.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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getting older. i have always felt young, but in comparison to actual "youngsters" i am &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; as young as i thought. what i gain from playing is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am playing with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;i am playing with my husband.&lt;br /&gt;i am playing with my two boys.&lt;br /&gt;i am playing to socialize.&lt;br /&gt;i am playing for time.&lt;br /&gt;i am playing for my health.&lt;br /&gt;i am playing because i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i am not the best person on the team but to play with my two boys in a chance of a life time. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;PRICELESS&lt;/span&gt;!! i said all through practice to them...are you sure i won't embarrass you? are you sure you want to play with me? i think at times they just said yes so they wouldn't hurt my feeling. even though a couple of times they both did. what i have to keep reminding myself is...live in &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;THIS &lt;/span&gt;moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i didn't get a home run.&lt;br /&gt;so i didn't catch that ball.&lt;br /&gt;so i didn't get to first base.&lt;br /&gt;so i didn't take the walk.&lt;br /&gt;so i didn't strike out.&lt;br /&gt;so i didn't change pitchers.&lt;br /&gt;so we didn't win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;DID&lt;/span&gt; live in the moment!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did see the smiles on my boys' faces as they watched their girlfriends play.&lt;br /&gt;i did see the kidding everyone was enjoying.&lt;br /&gt;i did see my dad get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;i did see our team struggle to regain our composure.&lt;br /&gt;i did see excitement with our first home run of the season.&lt;br /&gt;i did see some amaZing catches.&lt;br /&gt;i did see all the fun everyone had.&lt;br /&gt;i did see 3 generations all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realize that i am &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;always living in the moment. that i am &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; always taking the time to see life as it is in front of me. sometimes i seem to be too busy to see what is really important. that it's time i really take care of my body. that it's time to stop living in the past and truly live in the present, the &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;. i know i am not perfect in many ways. at least i am doing my best, giving my best and learning along the way. may you stop and see what you may be missing in your life. that moment that you may never get back. i will keep trying to move forward. one foot in front of the other. somtimes just breathing. i don't want miss anyting. not even this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;eNjoY&lt;/span&gt; the little things, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for one day you may look back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and realize they were the big things" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~robert brault&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for taking the time to read my blog. thank you for leaving me wonderful comments. &lt;br /&gt;maybe i can help to remind you that &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;life...&lt;br /&gt;is worth &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;YOU &lt;/span&gt;living in it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{{hugs}}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-5884421812957609606?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/5884421812957609606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=5884421812957609606&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/5884421812957609606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/5884421812957609606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/06/yesterday-i-went-to-oh-so-famous-yearly.html' title='simple things...'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-3410559343084649610</id><published>2011-06-13T09:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T12:09:01.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is four weeks.&lt;br /&gt;28 days.&lt;br /&gt;27 nights.&lt;br /&gt;4 weekends.&lt;br /&gt;4 mondays.&lt;br /&gt;672 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of you may have noticed that I am no longer on facebook. many of you&amp;nbsp;are just&amp;nbsp;now&amp;nbsp;finding out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;addiction&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;uh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="boldface"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dik&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-sh&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;uh n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;&lt;em&gt;–noun &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the state of being enslaved to a habit or practice or to something that is psychologically or physically habit-forming, as narcotics, to such an extent that its cessation causes severe trauma. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&amp;nbsp;can honestly say i have been addicted to soap operas and soda. then again, I did break those habits. &lt;br /&gt;what i didn't realize was how ADDICTED i was to facebook. &lt;br /&gt;it truly consumed many hours of my day. &lt;br /&gt;many hours of&amp;nbsp;my life. &lt;br /&gt;i WAS a facebook addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i signed up for facebook mainly for my family that is all over the united states and in a war zone. then my children signed up and i wanted to keep an eye on them. it also made me feel "in touch" with all of my "friends".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i slowly&amp;nbsp;saw was that the addiction was slowly killing me.&amp;nbsp; i know that may sound harsh but that is how i feel.&amp;nbsp; i felt as what i was reading was "life".&amp;nbsp; that the only way i could possibly feel like i was a friend to my many "friends" was to constantly post on their page or on their status.&amp;nbsp; to make sure i stopped in just to say "hi".&amp;nbsp; to make sure i was "up" with all of the happening.&amp;nbsp; i. knew. EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i soon came to realize how facebook was killing me.&lt;br /&gt;how i longed morning, afternoon and night for it.&lt;br /&gt;how if i didn't "check" up on everyone i would be failing as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;if i didn't let all of you in that you wouldn't care for me.&lt;br /&gt;if i wasn't seeing what you were doing, where you were going and when you would be back i was useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the depression kicked in.&lt;br /&gt;the guilt.&lt;br /&gt;the loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;the sadness.&lt;br /&gt;the anger.&lt;br /&gt;the days and nights of tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ON EARTH WAS I DOING???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DO I NEED FACEBOOK TO TELL ME I AM OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAS I ONLY LIVING BECAUSE OF FACEBOOK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WERE MY ONLY FRIENDS THE ONES ON FACEBOOK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID I LOOSE FRIENDS BECAUSE OF FACEBOOK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID I GET HURT OR HURT OTHERS BECAUSE OF FACEBOOK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID MY FAMILY HURT OTHERS OR GET HURT BECAUSE OF FACEBOOK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started to really think of these questions.&amp;nbsp; i FINALLY started to see my life as i knew it.&amp;nbsp; i kinda started to "feel".&amp;nbsp; i was tired of constantly crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized that ALL those hundreds of friends on facebook were &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; NOT my friends.&amp;nbsp; that this social networking was NOT what i wanted or needed in my life.&amp;nbsp; that i WASN'T strong enough to not allow what was being posted to affect my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi, i am connie jo capron and i am addicted to facebook.&lt;br /&gt;on may 16, 2011 i deleted my account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i sharing this you may ask?&amp;nbsp; many of reasons i guess.&lt;br /&gt;to allow myself to cry.&lt;br /&gt;to allow myself to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;to allow myself to understand.&lt;br /&gt;to allow myself to know i was not alone.&lt;br /&gt;to allow myself some peace in my life.&lt;br /&gt;to allow myself to find my "true" friends.&lt;br /&gt;to allow myself time to figure out what is most important in life.&lt;br /&gt;to allow myself to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i struggle with "true" friendships.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;i struggle with validation of my time, talent and myself.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;i struggle to be liked.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;i struggle to "fit" in.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;i struggle with asking.&lt;br /&gt;i struggle with feeling loved and wanted.&lt;br /&gt;i struggle with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these last 28 days have been very hard for me.&amp;nbsp; i have been learning.&amp;nbsp; i have been slowly taking time to listen but i know i am not there yet.&amp;nbsp; i am not sure when or if i will return to the facebook world.&amp;nbsp; i think for me, my family&amp;nbsp;and my life...it is too hurtful.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am working on becoming the &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; that i need to be.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;that &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; i want to be.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;the one &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;connie jo capron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss invisible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's a girl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That sits under the bleachers &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just another day eating&amp;nbsp;alone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And though she smiles there is&amp;nbsp;something&amp;nbsp;she's&amp;nbsp;hiding &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And she cant find a way to relate &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But&amp;nbsp;just goes unnoticed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As the crowd passes by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And she'll pretend to be busy, when inside she just wants to cry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and she'll say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take a little look at the life of Miss Always Invisible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look a little closer, I really really want you to put yourself in her shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take another look at the face of&amp;nbsp; Miss Always Invisible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look a little&amp;nbsp;closer and maybe then you will&amp;nbsp;see why she waits for the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you'll ask her her name &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The beginning, in the first&amp;nbsp;weeks of class &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She did everything to try and&amp;nbsp;fit in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the others they couldn't seem to get past all the things that mismatched on the surface &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And she will&amp;nbsp;close her eyes when they&amp;nbsp;left her she fell down the stairs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the more that they joked &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the more that they screamed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She retreated to what she is now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And she'll sing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take a little look at the life of Miss Always Invisible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look a little harder I really really want you to put yourself in her shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take another look at the face of Miss Always Invisible &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look a little closer&amp;nbsp;and &amp;nbsp;maybe then you will see why she waits for the day when you´ll ask her her name&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then&amp;nbsp;one day just the same as the last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just&amp;nbsp;a day spent&amp;nbsp;counting the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Came a boy that sat under the bleachers just a little bit further behind... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ marie digby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"for it is surely a lifetime work, this learning to be a women."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;~ may sarton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-3410559343084649610?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/3410559343084649610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=3410559343084649610&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/3410559343084649610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/3410559343084649610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/06/today-is-four-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-8701261475180475553</id><published>2011-06-10T10:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T12:39:15.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wallow fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wkyyCbueD_8/TfJrAM8w6II/AAAAAAAABTk/E1TdE0wvVSY/s1600/wallow+fire+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wkyyCbueD_8/TfJrAM8w6II/AAAAAAAABTk/E1TdE0wvVSY/s320/wallow+fire+002.jpg" t8="true" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;{in my back yard}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i took this picture sunday morning from my back yard.&amp;nbsp; the reddish cloud is the smoke from the wallow fire﻿.&amp;nbsp; the fire is a little over an hours drive from my home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wN0K9CUkyp0/TfJsuFB8EuI/AAAAAAAABTo/uu3oh3MEF2s/s1600/wallow+fire+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wN0K9CUkyp0/TfJsuFB8EuI/AAAAAAAABTo/uu3oh3MEF2s/s320/wallow+fire+004.jpg" t8="true" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;{wednesday early evening from my mom's}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;all the grey you see above the landscape is smoke from the fire.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;it is so scary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;my heart is very heavy!&amp;nbsp; these pictures remind me of the rodeo chediski fire back in 2002.&amp;nbsp; seeing all the ash fall and having so much loss is too close to home for me.&amp;nbsp; many of my friends have been evacuated.&amp;nbsp; some may not have a home to return to.&amp;nbsp; this fire is just a small reminder of the importance of life.&amp;nbsp; the importance of making, keeping and sharing your life and memories with those that mean the most to you.&amp;nbsp; that "&lt;em&gt;things&lt;/em&gt;" don't mean anything without family.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;to all of my blogging friend out there in cyber space whether you are religious, spiritual or not please take a moment to say a little prayer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;pray for all the firefighters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;pray for the the many people supporting and helping out in this terrible fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;pray for all of those who are evacuated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;pray for their homes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;pray for all of the animals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;pray for these small communities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;pray for RAIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i am safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i am grateful for my home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i am grateful for my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i am grateful for my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i am safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;here are the statistics of this tragic fire near where i call home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as of this morning the Wallow Fire has burned 408,887 acres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;640 sq miles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5% contained&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;take time today to be grateful for what you have.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;what you love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;who you care for.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;have a wonderful weekend my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;{hugs}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;connie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-8701261475180475553?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/8701261475180475553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=8701261475180475553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/8701261475180475553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/8701261475180475553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/06/wallow-fire.html' title='wallow fire'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wkyyCbueD_8/TfJrAM8w6II/AAAAAAAABTk/E1TdE0wvVSY/s72-c/wallow+fire+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-2462697526467922179</id><published>2011-06-02T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T10:38:58.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THANKS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today someone died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it might of been a close friend or someone unknown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you take friends for fun and games &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not knowing that one day that friend will be gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then you realize how dear it was, the closeness, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the tears, the laughter, and those warm hugs of comfort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today i want to tell you thank you for everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know how dear your friendship was, i feel the closeness now, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have those tears and i can still hear the laughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm sorry i can't feel your comfort anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm sorry i waited to tell you thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;today i am remembering a loved one that i lost.&amp;nbsp; please don't wait to tell those you love, those that touch your very soul how much they mean to you.&amp;nbsp; as i wrote the words above many, many years ago they ring so deep today.&amp;nbsp; i am very grateful for those that are in my life today.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i have had to make some very tough decisions lately and i know in the end my life will be better ﻿because of mY choices.&amp;nbsp; it's not easy to do a life cleanse but i have always been told it is worth it.&amp;nbsp; i have struggled the last few years, ok most of my life with having girlfriends.&amp;nbsp; "true" girlfriends who accept me for who i am with all my flaws, with all my true self.&amp;nbsp; i have learned that the "true" friends will always have your back in good and the bad times.&amp;nbsp; that they will be there no matter what.&amp;nbsp; i have learned myself that i want to give this as much as i receive it.&amp;nbsp; that there does come a time in your life where doing a cleanse is much needed.&amp;nbsp; it's hard, it's scary, and very painful.&amp;nbsp; i realise that if i am the only one constantly giving then maybe it's time to reevaluate and cleanse.&amp;nbsp; it truly saddens me.&amp;nbsp; it truly makes me wonder if there is something wrong with me.&amp;nbsp; why i am not "good enough" to be their friend or in their circle.&amp;nbsp; friendship is a constant struggle.&amp;nbsp; we are all changing, loving, struggling and suffering together in this life.&amp;nbsp; sometimes...you just have to let go and move on so you both can continue to grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;today as i remember my dear friend who past, i am also remember the lost of those friendships.&amp;nbsp; i am reflecting on my 39 years on this earth.&amp;nbsp; i am thinking of the friends i do have.&amp;nbsp; the many sisters of women who have touched and blessed my life throughout these years.&amp;nbsp; i am grateful for all of the relationships i have had with each and everyone of you.&amp;nbsp; though you are gone you will never be forgotten.&amp;nbsp; you have helped me become who i am and i thank you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;may i continue to search for "true" friends who will be with me through the thick and the thin.&amp;nbsp; who will love me unconditionally.&amp;nbsp; who in return will receive a "true" friend in me always!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rejoice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;celebrate&lt;/span&gt; the&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;happiness that friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;are always giving.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;make every day a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;holiday and &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;celebrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just living!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~amanda bradley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;thank you for being my friend and touching my life.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;{{hugs}}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;connie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-2462697526467922179?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/2462697526467922179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=2462697526467922179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/2462697526467922179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/2462697526467922179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/06/thanks-today-someone-died.html' title=''/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-956616482520211997</id><published>2011-05-31T12:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T00:32:37.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my first canvas {and i love it}!!</title><content type='html'>it's been a really long time since i have pulled an all nighter.&amp;nbsp; i mean a "&lt;em&gt;true&lt;/em&gt;" up all nighter.&amp;nbsp; i did not go to bed until 8am and i was up before noon.&amp;nbsp; what kept me up you might ask?&amp;nbsp; in february i&amp;nbsp;signed up for&amp;nbsp;an online course from the&amp;nbsp;very talented &lt;a href="http://christytomlinson.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;christy tomlinson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&amp;nbsp; it was a {&lt;a href="http://christytomlinson.typepad.com/christytomlinson/sheartworkshop.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she art workshop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;} that i had only watched the videos of.&amp;nbsp; i had been wanting to actually do a canvas she art since the first day i watched the video.&amp;nbsp; though my life has been extremely busy. &amp;nbsp;that even thinking about taking the time for me seemed impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this memorial weekend was very emotional for me, for many reasons.&amp;nbsp; i was away from my creative place and could not do any art.&amp;nbsp; i had the urge to create.&amp;nbsp; i felt i needed to do something to just let myself let go.&amp;nbsp; to find my "&lt;em&gt;happy place&lt;/em&gt;".&amp;nbsp; to allow myself some much need peace.&amp;nbsp; i had my art journal with me but didn't have everything i wanted to work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i got the creative bug.&amp;nbsp; i thought i would finally pull out a 6 x 12 small canvas and see what these hands and heart would do.&amp;nbsp; i logged onto the class and enjoyed ever minute of it.&amp;nbsp; christy is just so down to earth and amaZing to have as a teacher.&amp;nbsp; she is one lady who the art of creating.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took pictures of my process so i could see for myself where this piece started, how it developed and the final results.&amp;nbsp; my heart is so happy i can't even stand it.&amp;nbsp; it is making me want to create some more.&amp;nbsp; i am so very grateful for the opportunity to continue to learn and grow as i create pieces that speak to me.&amp;nbsp; to create and share my time and talent with others.&amp;nbsp; i am so thankful to have a hobby that allows me not only share my memories but helps me find that much need peace for my soul.&amp;nbsp; thank you christy for sharing your time and talents with many of us.&amp;nbsp; you are one roCkin' gal!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rebuqTl6obg/TeXgXTmdEXI/AAAAAAAABS8/iGVDnR3MFX0/s1600/she+art+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rebuqTl6obg/TeXgXTmdEXI/AAAAAAAABS8/iGVDnR3MFX0/s320/she+art+001.jpg" t8="true" width="166" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;first try at canvas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wXcCnneloHI/TeXgeMBd9pI/AAAAAAAABTA/e8Ocj94VseQ/s1600/she+art+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wXcCnneloHI/TeXgeMBd9pI/AAAAAAAABTA/e8Ocj94VseQ/s320/she+art+003.jpg" t8="true" width="167" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and she begins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JhbPjY9Q9EU/TeXg3ICbVjI/AAAAAAAABTI/W-z6sJs-CoQ/s1600/she+art+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JhbPjY9Q9EU/TeXg3ICbVjI/AAAAAAAABTI/W-z6sJs-CoQ/s320/she+art+006.jpg" t8="true" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;watching her come together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aC1EdNjwyao/TeXg9uqrPOI/AAAAAAAABTM/ZxFk3jrN7O4/s1600/she+art+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aC1EdNjwyao/TeXg9uqrPOI/AAAAAAAABTM/ZxFk3jrN7O4/s320/she+art+007.jpg" t8="true" width="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;first try at painting hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3scIMK3RE8k/TeXhEeEbLWI/AAAAAAAABTQ/3GctfktKJnQ/s1600/she+art+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3scIMK3RE8k/TeXhEeEbLWI/AAAAAAAABTQ/3GctfktKJnQ/s320/she+art+009.jpg" t8="true" width="169" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;adding more details&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--SV5CDTevNw/TeXhOr0H09I/AAAAAAAABTU/EFMEIpkoA5o/s1600/she+art+011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--SV5CDTevNw/TeXhOr0H09I/AAAAAAAABTU/EFMEIpkoA5o/s320/she+art+011.jpg" t8="true" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;what this canvas means to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mh68o5LUv1Y/TeXhZrcEkTI/AAAAAAAABTY/51Hc6K4x3Sk/s1600/she+art+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mh68o5LUv1Y/TeXhZrcEkTI/AAAAAAAABTY/51Hc6K4x3Sk/s320/she+art+012.jpg" t8="true" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i will always &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qj1baEwV0Pg/TeXhsNvxHhI/AAAAAAAABTc/Hzyt2IrysE4/s1600/she+art+015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qj1baEwV0Pg/TeXhsNvxHhI/AAAAAAAABTc/Hzyt2IrysE4/s400/she+art+015.jpg" t8="true" width="205" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;isn't she just beautiful!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;man, i can not wait to see what christy has in store next!!&amp;nbsp; i have 2 more classes and 6 months to get to it. thanks christy for giving me the know how to feel like i could create such an amaZing piece.&amp;nbsp; i feel alive!!!&amp;nbsp; and truly at peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;{hugs}﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;ps.&amp;nbsp; thanks&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://positive-force.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;lynda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for all the goodies to get me motivated on this class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;you can check out christy and all her sites here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christytomlinson.typepad.com/"&gt;http://www.christytomlinson.typepad.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scarletlime.com/"&gt;http://www.scarletlime.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scarletlimebeadart.com/"&gt;http://www.scarletlimebeadart.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-956616482520211997?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/956616482520211997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=956616482520211997&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/956616482520211997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/956616482520211997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-been-really-long-time-since-i-have.html' title='my first canvas {and i love it}!!'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rebuqTl6obg/TeXgXTmdEXI/AAAAAAAABS8/iGVDnR3MFX0/s72-c/she+art+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-714585131192276273</id><published>2011-05-30T18:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T20:55:35.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy memorial day!</title><content type='html'>i hope today you will take some time from your bbq's, pool parties, camping or vegging to remember our brave men and women,&amp;nbsp;past and present and those who gave their life&amp;nbsp;for this country of ours.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am truly grateful for all the members of my family who so willing serve.&amp;nbsp; i am blessed they all have made it home safely.&amp;nbsp; i am honored to be a part of their family.&amp;nbsp; please take the time to teach your children about memorial day.&amp;nbsp; teach them why we get a day off.&amp;nbsp; teach them to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you to our military who stand up for our freedom.&amp;nbsp; thank you just doesn't seem enough.&amp;nbsp; god bless you, your family and the u.s.a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have also taken some time today to remember all of those who have gone home to heaven as well.&amp;nbsp; many were taken too soon.&amp;nbsp; many had a world to still conquer.&amp;nbsp; many who have touch my life deeply.&amp;nbsp; i will never forget you.&amp;nbsp; i will always be grateful for how my life was blessed just by knowing you.&amp;nbsp; i will always love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy memorial day friends.&lt;br /&gt;{{hugs}}&lt;br /&gt;connie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-714585131192276273?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/714585131192276273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=714585131192276273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/714585131192276273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/714585131192276273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-memorial-day.html' title='happy memorial day!'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-2893545668777863492</id><published>2011-05-28T14:42:00.038-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T18:11:33.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>she did it!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's hard to believe that my&amp;nbsp;baby girl is growing up so fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she was promoted last night from the eighth grade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she&amp;nbsp;is now a high schooler, YIKES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;where did all those 14 years go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was blessed to have spent part of the day with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i took her to get her first pedicure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she was a bit nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RyVUW63P2Ls/TeF1PqOjfzI/AAAAAAAABSk/_zvHt1VuQYc/s1600/haleigh%2527s+promotion+5.27.11+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RyVUW63P2Ls/TeF1PqOjfzI/AAAAAAAABSk/_zvHt1VuQYc/s320/haleigh%2527s+promotion+5.27.11+001.jpg" t8="true" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we then went home to start getting ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haleigh is a girl all her own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she is my "tom boy".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so when we found this dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vsDZNmbbrGw/TeQ9R-40lPI/AAAAAAAABSw/vVNMBeDoN50/s1600/haleigh%2527s+promotion+5.27.11+078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vsDZNmbbrGw/TeQ9R-40lPI/AAAAAAAABSw/vVNMBeDoN50/s320/haleigh%2527s+promotion+5.27.11+078.jpg" t8="true" width="186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i cried!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she did not want her hair done up fancy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no flowers in her hair, no make up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just her, her dress and flip flops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she sneaked in and started looking at my jewelry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was quietly watching her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she asked, "should i wear a necklace"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;together we looked through her little stash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then we looked through mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is what she chose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxpvcq-Kp2Y/TeF9BTtGkZI/AAAAAAAABSo/MT8mcl9xIHc/s1600/fossil+bird+necklace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxpvcq-Kp2Y/TeF9BTtGkZI/AAAAAAAABSo/MT8mcl9xIHc/s320/fossil+bird+necklace.jpg" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to me, it was bitter sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for this necklace means a lot to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to her, just something to wear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when i put it on her i held back the tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she is learning to "fly".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she will spread her wings as she enters high school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she will always be my little girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she will always have my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she will always have that beautiful smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she will always be an artist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she will always be a "tom boy" at heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she will always be the youngest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she will always be different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she will always be the only girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she will always be special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwwAd82LikU/TeQ9i_jSEPI/AAAAAAAABS0/GS54wxLaOAU/s1600/haleigh%2527s+promotion+5.27.11+126.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwwAd82LikU/TeQ9i_jSEPI/AAAAAAAABS0/GS54wxLaOAU/s320/haleigh%2527s+promotion+5.27.11+126.jpg" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if i could but only live my life in her shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if i could but remember what it was like to be young and free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if i could but remember how fun life truly is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if i could but keep that innocence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if i could but keep the artist in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if i could but always remember to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aZX0PplRd7w/TeQ-stXE7uI/AAAAAAAABS4/naxQVUthQBc/s1600/haleigh%2527s+promotion+5.27.11+110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aZX0PplRd7w/TeQ-stXE7uI/AAAAAAAABS4/naxQVUthQBc/s320/haleigh%2527s+promotion+5.27.11+110.jpg" t8="true" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;congratulations haleigh nicole hastings!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am so proud of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am so blessed to be your mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am honored to be your friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you are one special young lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love you boo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;look out world...she is spreading her wings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-2893545668777863492?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/2893545668777863492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=2893545668777863492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/2893545668777863492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/2893545668777863492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/05/she-did-it.html' title='she did it!!'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RyVUW63P2Ls/TeF1PqOjfzI/AAAAAAAABSk/_zvHt1VuQYc/s72-c/haleigh%2527s+promotion+5.27.11+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-6463388477091471436</id><published>2011-05-22T19:16:00.131-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T08:32:41.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>creative escape preview day</title><content type='html'>this weekend i was able to spend the weekend with some very amaZing ladies.&amp;nbsp; this weekend was the last time we all would come together for &lt;a href="http://creativeescapeaz.com/2010/"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: red;"&gt;creative escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; preview.&amp;nbsp; this weekend brought back so many wonderful memories.&amp;nbsp; this weekend was truly what i needed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fmQyguMrG7o/Td5iB3zyYMI/AAAAAAAABQ4/yW8OMgXZpug/s1600/creative+escape+preview+day+2011+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fmQyguMrG7o/Td5iB3zyYMI/AAAAAAAABQ4/yW8OMgXZpug/s320/creative+escape+preview+day+2011+004.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this is my creative place.&amp;nbsp; this is getting all of my last minute supplies ready.&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;this is when i was driving to chandler from my home &lt;br /&gt;{3 1/2 hours away}.&amp;nbsp;this is what some of the temperature was like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OFHulSD9HT4/Td5igMUACJI/AAAAAAAABQ8/lCzMk-Pzg4Y/s1600/creative+escape+preview+day+2011+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OFHulSD9HT4/Td5igMUACJI/AAAAAAAABQ8/lCzMk-Pzg4Y/s320/creative+escape+preview+day+2011+005.jpg" t8="true" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XIe5_0ivr-k/Td5ihZD9PsI/AAAAAAAABRA/qMg8Vs98Grc/s1600/creative+escape+preview+day+2011+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XIe5_0ivr-k/Td5ihZD9PsI/AAAAAAAABRA/qMg8Vs98Grc/s320/creative+escape+preview+day+2011+008.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this&amp;nbsp;is the beauty i was seeing. this is the middle of may in arizona?!&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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;this is picture day of all the wonderful volunteers.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v3PakRp0jl8/Td5kwJqHzXI/AAAAAAAABRI/Sg5JydrXU0U/s1600/creative+escape+preview+day+2011+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v3PakRp0jl8/Td5kwJqHzXI/AAAAAAAABRI/Sg5JydrXU0U/s320/creative+escape+preview+day+2011+012.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mFOprMBFo20/Td5lDiibKPI/AAAAAAAABRM/ppjHkDpjNVg/s1600/creative+escape+preview+day+2011+015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mFOprMBFo20/Td5lDiibKPI/AAAAAAAABRM/ppjHkDpjNVg/s320/creative+escape+preview+day+2011+015.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6YHrhbzfvkQ/Td5lKOtgqpI/AAAAAAAABRQ/pZHwOXbQvg8/s1600/creative+escape+preview+day+2011+020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6YHrhbzfvkQ/Td5lKOtgqpI/AAAAAAAABRQ/pZHwOXbQvg8/s320/creative+escape+preview+day+2011+020.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0eMr0Vh48eY/Td5kVaAjANI/AAAAAAAABRE/6bJqOSE-BrI/s1600/creative+escape+preview+day+2011+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0eMr0Vh48eY/Td5kVaAjANI/AAAAAAAABRE/6bJqOSE-BrI/s320/creative+escape+preview+day+2011+010.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this is &lt;a href="http://www.scrapbook.com/myplace/index.php?mod=profiles&amp;amp;u=19410"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;janna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; this is who got me into helping 3 out of the 5 years of creative escape!&amp;nbsp; this is one friend i want to keep forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LiJB4hGXoYQ/Td5me2mdUvI/AAAAAAAABRU/pIaJFaxol8k/s1600/creative+escape+preview+day+2011+017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LiJB4hGXoYQ/Td5me2mdUvI/AAAAAAAABRU/pIaJFaxol8k/s320/creative+escape+preview+day+2011+017.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is &lt;a href="http://joeyotlo.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;joey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; this is one lifelong friend.&amp;nbsp; this gal is truly a "treasure".&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XKjo9ofnU6w/Td5nXIsFGHI/AAAAAAAABRg/nKsere6CL2E/s1600/creative+escape+preview+day+2011+023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XKjo9ofnU6w/Td5nXIsFGHI/AAAAAAAABRg/nKsere6CL2E/s320/creative+escape+preview+day+2011+023.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this is only a few of the ladies i will be missing every year.&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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xw98tN4exYc/Td5mkBHtMjI/AAAAAAAABRc/tZowU1fQNIU/s1600/creative+escape+preview+day+2011+028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xw98tN4exYc/Td5mkBHtMjI/AAAAAAAABRc/tZowU1fQNIU/s320/creative+escape+preview+day+2011+028.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this is &lt;a href="http://www.aliedwards.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ali edwards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; this is only 1 of the amaZingly, talented&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativeescapeaz.com/2010/teachers"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;teachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; who will be sharing her gifts with everyone who attends &lt;a href="http://creativeescapeaz.com/2010/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;creative escape 2011&lt;/span&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;this weekend was bitter sweet for me.&amp;nbsp; this weekend will be one that i will treasure for a lifetime.&amp;nbsp; this weekend makes me truly blessed to know just some of the amaZing women in this fabulous industry.&amp;nbsp; this weekend makes me sad to think this is the last &lt;a href="http://creativeescapeaz.com/2010/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;creative escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;this weekend makes me smile for &lt;a href="http://bazzillbasics.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;bazzill&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.heidiswapp.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;heidi swapp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for their unconditional love of this wonderful industry.&amp;nbsp; this weekend will always hold a special place in my heart!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is your last chance to be a part of &lt;a href="http://creativeescapeaz.com/2010/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;creative escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-6463388477091471436?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/6463388477091471436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=6463388477091471436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/6463388477091471436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/6463388477091471436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/05/creative-escape-preview-day.html' title='creative escape preview day'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fmQyguMrG7o/Td5iB3zyYMI/AAAAAAAABQ4/yW8OMgXZpug/s72-c/creative+escape+preview+day+2011+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-6756252873111306756</id><published>2011-05-22T18:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T18:38:06.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>original...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;masquerading &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;as a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;normal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;day after day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is exhausting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~anonymous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;just a little something to think about.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i will be back soon to update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-6756252873111306756?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/6756252873111306756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=6756252873111306756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/6756252873111306756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/6756252873111306756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/05/original.html' title='original...'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-4255783867506456793</id><published>2011-05-16T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T09:50:52.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"&gt;be kinder than necessary, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"&gt;for everyone you meet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"&gt;is fighting some kind of battle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~author unknown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-4255783867506456793?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/4255783867506456793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=4255783867506456793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/4255783867506456793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/4255783867506456793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/05/be-kinder-than-necessary-for-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-3690900982420946943</id><published>2011-04-25T22:04:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T10:14:36.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday trevor!!</title><content type='html'>today my second oldest turned 19.&amp;nbsp; YIKES...&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;!!&amp;nbsp; oh where, oh where have all those years gone?&amp;nbsp; this young man brings so much joy into my life.&amp;nbsp; he is one talented kid, excuse me...young adult.&amp;nbsp; i am truly blessed to be his mom. &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LmzMi89wI0/TdFZZZgZYDI/AAAAAAAABQw/RnW_ugNgcHw/s1600/trevor%2527s+19th+birthday+021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LmzMi89wI0/TdFZZZgZYDI/AAAAAAAABQw/RnW_ugNgcHw/s320/trevor%2527s+19th+birthday+021.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;one of the things we do for birthdays is allow the birthday person to choose where they would like to have dinner.&amp;nbsp; now we all know that if we go to eva's {our mexican food restaurant}&amp;nbsp;that eva will come out with your fried ice cream and some extra whipping cream in her hand.&amp;nbsp; i don't know why, other than the good food, that we all decide to go here for our birthdays.&amp;nbsp; she gotcha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ODx0kerf3M/TdFZaoKfGbI/AAAAAAAABQ0/xSiUDpWgIqo/s1600/trevor%2527s+19th+birthday+024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ODx0kerf3M/TdFZaoKfGbI/AAAAAAAABQ0/xSiUDpWgIqo/s320/trevor%2527s+19th+birthday+024.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;happy birthday trevor kempe hastings!&amp;nbsp; you fill my life with so much LOVE!!&amp;nbsp; thanks for picking me and allowing me the blessings of being your mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i love you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/1495854171116518590-3690900982420946943?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/3690900982420946943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=3690900982420946943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/3690900982420946943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/3690900982420946943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday-trevor.html' title='happy birthday trevor!!'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LmzMi89wI0/TdFZZZgZYDI/AAAAAAAABQw/RnW_ugNgcHw/s72-c/trevor%2527s+19th+birthday+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-6700003424421638573</id><published>2011-04-21T18:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T13:46:39.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aunt cindy's birthday celebration...</title><content type='html'>﻿so my mom, dad, my grandpa and my family got together on aunt cindy's birthday to have a birthday party.&amp;nbsp; it was a fuN evening filled with love, tears and wonderful memories.&amp;nbsp; we had a cake, sang happy birthday, wrote letters and then plan on taking them to the park and letting them go to heaven on a balloon.&amp;nbsp; it was a very tough day/night but it was wonderful celebrating my aunt.&amp;nbsp; i know she is in heaven &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;finally &lt;/span&gt;eating CAKE!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-khAbpgyHJg0/Tcn4UEZQqLI/AAAAAAAABQY/sEG8argoAmE/s1600/aunt+cindy%2527s+birthday+celebration+4.21.11+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="186" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-khAbpgyHJg0/Tcn4UEZQqLI/AAAAAAAABQY/sEG8argoAmE/s200/aunt+cindy%2527s+birthday+celebration+4.21.11+008.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;{aunt cindy's cake!}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wZa6lTOMs74/Tcn4a7MaNgI/AAAAAAAABQc/eUQlb2-DQaQ/s1600/aunt+cindy%2527s+birthday+celebration+4.21.11+022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wZa6lTOMs74/Tcn4a7MaNgI/AAAAAAAABQc/eUQlb2-DQaQ/s200/aunt+cindy%2527s+birthday+celebration+4.21.11+022.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;{mom cutting the cake}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iWiHpjB7LCI/Tcn4JcSHrbI/AAAAAAAABQQ/-u3mixm2JVs/s200/aunt+cindy%2527s+birthday+celebration+4.21.11+006.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;{writing my letter to aunt cindy}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vYiI1mhgazY/Tcn4Pa9nBRI/AAAAAAAABQU/vG5Tu_H7tDo/s1600/aunt+cindy%2527s+birthday+celebration+4.21.11+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vYiI1mhgazY/Tcn4Pa9nBRI/AAAAAAAABQU/vG5Tu_H7tDo/s200/aunt+cindy%2527s+birthday+celebration+4.21.11+001.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿{haleigh, trevor &amp;amp; dallin}﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img border="0" height="149" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VNoDeLwItUE/Tcnrg1n-_HI/AAAAAAAABP0/X3w0UzEaTtw/s200/aunt+cindy%2527s+birthday+celebration+4.21.11+002.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;{dad &amp;amp; mom writing letters}﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mDa-kM-FK8c/Tc8xzOJWjLI/AAAAAAAABQk/LhwjPDEXyEM/s200/aunt+cindy%2527s+birthday+celebration+4.21.11+026.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;{letters getting ready to go to heaven}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i love you aunt cindy and i know every year on your birthday will be special here on earth.&amp;nbsp;you are one awesome aunt and i am so blessed to have had you here on earth as long as god allowed me to. i will cherish our times together, remember the memories and continue to live not only for me but for you. thank you for allowing me to be your niece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-6700003424421638573?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/6700003424421638573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=6700003424421638573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/6700003424421638573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/6700003424421638573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/04/aunt-cindys-birthday-celebration.html' title='aunt cindy&apos;s birthday celebration...'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-khAbpgyHJg0/Tcn4UEZQqLI/AAAAAAAABQY/sEG8argoAmE/s72-c/aunt+cindy%2527s+birthday+celebration+4.21.11+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-7000929535025071844</id><published>2011-04-21T06:39:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T18:03:33.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>two wonderful birthdays...</title><content type='html'>today is a tough day but a wonderful one.&amp;nbsp; it is my uncle matt and aunt cindy's birthday!&amp;nbsp; my uncle was born on my aunt's, his sister's birthday when she was 10 years old.&amp;nbsp; what a great present she had that year.&amp;nbsp; as many of you know my aunt passed on 3.3.2011 when she lost her battle with cancer.&amp;nbsp; we all know, yet still struggle that god needed her more than us.&amp;nbsp; today we are going to celebrate her life!&amp;nbsp; today my uncle matt is going to celebrate for her as well as try to celebrate his own.&amp;nbsp; we know that she is watching down over us.&amp;nbsp; we know she is in a better place.&amp;nbsp; we know that she would want us to keep on living.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0dhIOjCEOno/TbA1jSHrhpI/AAAAAAAABPY/PdF5asDyT9E/s1600/20980_1192382101827_1596656899_30537408_6162554_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0dhIOjCEOno/TbA1jSHrhpI/AAAAAAAABPY/PdF5asDyT9E/s320/20980_1192382101827_1596656899_30537408_6162554_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;happy birthday uncle matt and aunt cindy!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;i love you both so very much.&lt;br /&gt;i am honored and blessed to have you as family.&lt;br /&gt;love your niece,&lt;br /&gt;connie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-7000929535025071844?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/7000929535025071844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=7000929535025071844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/7000929535025071844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/7000929535025071844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/04/two-wonderful-birthdays.html' title='two wonderful birthdays...'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0dhIOjCEOno/TbA1jSHrhpI/AAAAAAAABPY/PdF5asDyT9E/s72-c/20980_1192382101827_1596656899_30537408_6162554_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-2370037844307326958</id><published>2011-04-14T05:56:00.072-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T06:42:23.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday tom!!</title><content type='html'>today is my husband's birthday.&amp;nbsp; we decided to celebrate our birthday's and anniversary all in one by going to rocky point on friday.&amp;nbsp; i struggle to know what to get for this man who has everything!!&amp;nbsp; even when i try and get him something...he seems to buy it for himself before i can!&amp;nbsp; today i thought i would write down the things i love about him.&amp;nbsp; i couldn't ask for a better friend &amp;amp; husband.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;about thomas john giannaros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*he is the best husband in the world&lt;br /&gt;*he is my best friend&lt;br /&gt;*he is very loving&lt;br /&gt;*he is kind&lt;br /&gt;*he is the best step-dude to our children&lt;br /&gt;*he is very thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;*he is always there to support me, the kids and our family&lt;br /&gt;*he lives his life as if it were his last&lt;br /&gt;*he is my &lt;strong&gt;roCk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*he is my soul mate&lt;br /&gt;*he is my shelter from the storm&lt;br /&gt;*he is a hard worker&lt;br /&gt;*he is a great dog owner&lt;br /&gt;*he is a great listener&lt;br /&gt;*he is very handsome, ok sexy!&lt;br /&gt;*he loves to play...hard&lt;br /&gt;*he is a great friend&lt;br /&gt;*he is prompt&lt;br /&gt;*he gives wonderful advice&lt;br /&gt;*he loves his country &lt;br /&gt;*he is a wonderful son&lt;br /&gt;*he has very strong shoulders...believe me i've used them&lt;br /&gt;*he is funny&lt;br /&gt;*he is very smart&lt;br /&gt;*he is an entrepreneur&lt;br /&gt;*he is money wise&lt;br /&gt;*he &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sand cars {especially his funco big 5 generation 3}&lt;br /&gt;*he loves the sand dunes&lt;br /&gt;*he is very talented&lt;br /&gt;*he loves rock point&lt;br /&gt;*he is trustworthy&lt;br /&gt;*he is honorable&lt;br /&gt;*he is very forgiving&lt;br /&gt;*he is a great provider&lt;br /&gt;*he loves god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my, this list could go on &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f-o-r-e-v-e-r&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&amp;nbsp; i hope he knows just how much i love him and how thankful i am for him.&amp;nbsp; my life has been truly blessed because of this great man.&amp;nbsp; i don't know where i would be right now without him in my life.&amp;nbsp; god totally knew what he was doing the day he introduced us.&amp;nbsp; i am truly honored, grateful and blessed to be his angel!&amp;nbsp; i love you baby, happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bdII6E7KhdE/TbAy2uX3Y-I/AAAAAAAABPU/viU-qL2ScYU/s1600/Copy+of+DSCN5486.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bdII6E7KhdE/TbAy2uX3Y-I/AAAAAAAABPU/viU-qL2ScYU/s320/Copy+of+DSCN5486.JPG" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-2370037844307326958?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/2370037844307326958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=2370037844307326958&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/2370037844307326958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/2370037844307326958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday-tom.html' title='happy birthday tom!!'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bdII6E7KhdE/TbAy2uX3Y-I/AAAAAAAABPU/viU-qL2ScYU/s72-c/Copy+of+DSCN5486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-5846708860629192507</id><published>2011-04-11T11:44:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T05:55:46.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday mom!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today is my mom's 56th birthday.&amp;nbsp; she is the most amaZing, beautiful, bravest woman i know!!&amp;nbsp; if you see her...please wish her a happy birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-37Lbxng1V6o/TbAm-7nM3zI/AAAAAAAABPI/TSIHMOigslM/s1600/IMG_0181.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-37Lbxng1V6o/TbAm-7nM3zI/AAAAAAAABPI/TSIHMOigslM/s320/IMG_0181.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;{flowers i gaver her}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4FIdZM5qhZo/TbAneqnk4HI/AAAAAAAABPM/86OPUrsIeIo/s1600/IMG_0182.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4FIdZM5qhZo/TbAneqnk4HI/AAAAAAAABPM/86OPUrsIeIo/s320/IMG_0182.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;{mom &amp;amp; me on her birthday}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;you mommy!!&amp;nbsp; happy birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-5846708860629192507?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/5846708860629192507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=5846708860629192507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/5846708860629192507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/5846708860629192507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='happy birthday mom!!'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-37Lbxng1V6o/TbAm-7nM3zI/AAAAAAAABPI/TSIHMOigslM/s72-c/IMG_0181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-7571039944125664250</id><published>2011-04-07T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T16:11:43.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CLOSED...</title><content type='html'>i am so far behind on my blogging and i know i will NEVER get caught up. so i have decided that i can't let this bother me. i am just going to move forward and blog when i can.&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595560421376487122" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9G6p0ejXVVo/TadsjoNhbtI/AAAAAAAABPA/GTccggNspSI/s320/closed.gif" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 297px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt; you may be wondering what is up with my title? well a few months back i posted about this amaZing online course called&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bravegirlsclub.com/soul-restoration-1-and-2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;soul restoration&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;that is put on by the wonderful melody ross and kathy wilkins of the &lt;a href="http://bravegirlsclub.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;brave girls club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. as a birthday gift for my mom i decided she really needed this class. with all that has been going on with our family i thought what a great thing for her. she is able to close her soul and self for restoration. i decided we both could use some quality time together and i could be there to guide her and her me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;mom and i started the class last night. we decided that once a week we will meet at my home and walk this journey together. you all know i have been very blessed to have attended two &lt;a href="http://www.bravegirlsclub.com/aboutbravegirlcamp-main.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;brave girls camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. yet, i have never completed nor finished a single thing. i am making it a goal to &lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;DO THIS ANYWAYS&lt;/span&gt;!! to take the time, to make the effort every week to restore my soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i am so very excited.&lt;br /&gt;i am so honored and so blessed to do this with my mom. &lt;br /&gt;so for a few weeks…i will be restoring my soul!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;{{hugs}}&lt;br /&gt;connie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-7571039944125664250?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/7571039944125664250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=7571039944125664250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/7571039944125664250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/7571039944125664250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/04/closed.html' title='CLOSED...'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9G6p0ejXVVo/TadsjoNhbtI/AAAAAAAABPA/GTccggNspSI/s72-c/closed.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-1792357791333233134</id><published>2011-03-31T11:59:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T17:21:11.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i have been having a difficult week. i wonder sometimes if it's that "time of the month" or what?? i mean, all my symptoms are if it is but...my body doesn't have those parts anymore, lol. yet...i still get the symptoms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i have also been soul searching. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;LISTENING &lt;/span&gt;to the inner me that is trying to tell me something. i have been truly blessed to have a husband send me to {&lt;a href="http://www.bravegirlsclub.com/aboutbravegirlcamp-main.html"&gt;brave girls camp} &lt;/a&gt;not just once, but twice! at this life changing retreat i learned many techniques on how to rediscover mE, i have been so desperately searching for the last 4 years or so. i have discovered that i am still here, still searching at times and that i am &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;ALIVE&lt;/span&gt;! this in itself is in deed a true blessing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;today i was reading over my normal blogs and i came across shirley's. she is one of the original brave girls that i had the pleasure of meeting october of 2009. she has decided to spread her wings and fLy! i am following her journey in india, yes &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;INDIA&lt;/span&gt;! you can follow it too {&lt;a href="http://findingwingstofly.wordpress.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;}. i love how she so perfectly said this &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"My life is definitely on a new path, one of love and discovery. I am forward focus, the past is the past and it shall remain there. The only thing I ever intend to bring forward from the past is positive memories. The hurt, pain or confusion…anything negative will forever remain where it belongs, in the past."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; i read this and said to myself...i too must live this. i have been creating a new path, one of love and discovery and i am only wanting to focus on the now and the future. i thought to myself shirley is right! the past needs to be the past and i should only carry the memories.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;so today...i called one of my original brave girls sister, {&lt;a href="http://theartisticolive.blogspot.com/"&gt;christi&lt;/a&gt;}. she had called me a couple of days ago and i was at work and could not talk. i sent her a text and didn't hear back. i was concerned and called her this morning. we had a great 2 hour talk. we talked about everything!! it made me realize again that melody and kathy's dream to reach women around the world, is a blessing in disguise for me. i have met and made so many friendships from this camp and christi is one that will be in my heart forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i know we are all busy. we have lives...we are working women, stay at home moms, grandmothers, travel seekers, providers, artist, writers, friends, survivors, daughters and the list could go on. though there are times that stop us dead in our tracks and make us look upon this life we live. it makes us question... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;who we are? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;why are we here? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;what service have i done? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;did i make the right choice? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;all these questions that make us doubt our very souls. that make us wonder... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the choices we made are the right ones? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;is the path i took correct? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;are the dream i followed going to pan out? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;did the call i just make, make a difference? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ask yourself...right now...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;happy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;we all have choices, it's part of the plan that was made for us. though how we choose to live our lives is up to us. WE get to decide. whether it's right or wrong, it's &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;YOUR&lt;/span&gt; choice. i know we all have tough days...believe me i have them &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt;! though i always find it somewhere in me to reflect on the thought that someone always has it worse than i do. that maybe my situations isn't so bad after all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;service: noun 1. an act of helpful activity; help; aid: to do someone a service. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;today i did a little service and you know what...my life isn't so bad after all. i may need a quick kick in the butt or a little hug to remind myself to be happy today. but i feel tons better for allowing myself to be of service.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;happy...me...well i am getting there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;have a fabulous day my friends. tomorrow is friday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;{{hugs}}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-1792357791333233134?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/1792357791333233134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=1792357791333233134&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/1792357791333233134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/1792357791333233134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-have-been-having-difficult-week.html' title='happy??'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-816529811113620392</id><published>2011-03-25T20:31:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T21:10:39.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy moments, Praise God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Difficult moments, Seek God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Quiet moments, Worship God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Painful moments, Trust God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Every moment, Thank God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588233780475466642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsK4GQIhbFk/TY1lA_8UE5I/AAAAAAAABO4/G3apsI11AW0/s320/god.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;a friend of mine posted this quote on his facebook page. i thought it was absolutely perfect for me right now, at this very moment! i am thankful everyday, for every moment, for everything in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;{{hugs}}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;connie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-816529811113620392?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/816529811113620392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=816529811113620392&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/816529811113620392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/816529811113620392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-moments-praise-god.html' title='thankful'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsK4GQIhbFk/TY1lA_8UE5I/AAAAAAAABO4/G3apsI11AW0/s72-c/god.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-1878544876624182381</id><published>2011-03-11T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T17:44:04.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joan Elaine McCarty Biesemeyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rmyU2JGSMf0/TX61A2EkHvI/AAAAAAAABOw/PWEMcfIY51Q/s1600/grandma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584099614105280242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rmyU2JGSMf0/TX61A2EkHvI/AAAAAAAABOw/PWEMcfIY51Q/s320/grandma.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joan Elaine Biesemeyer, 78, passed away peacefully on March 8, 2011. She was born February 26, 1933 in Vernal, Utah to James Alexander McCarty and Mildred Cloward. Arizona was her home for 72 years, the last 31 years in Mesa. She married William (Bill) Biesemeyer on March 18, 1950 and was sealed to him in the Manti temple for time and all eternity on September 5, 1981. She was preceded in death by her parents, her sister June Pew, her brother James McCarty, and her daughter-in-law Cindy Biesemeyer. She is survived by her husband of 61 years, her children Dan Biesemeyer of Mesa AZ and Diane Palmer of Syracuse UT, and her sister Jean Weaver. She has nine grandchildren and 29 great-grandchildren.She helped her husband Bill run Biesemeyer Manufacturing for almost 20 years. Joan generously shared her time and talents in serving her family and friends throughout her life. She was the glue that held her family together. She will be sadly missed by all. A visitation will be held on Friday, March 11 from 6-8 pm at Melcher Mortuary, 43 S. Stapley Dr. in Mesa. Services will be held on Saturday, March 12 at 10 am at the LDS Church 1455 N. Harris in Mesa. In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to Wells Fargo acct 1343926158 to help with the medical and funeral expenses for her daughter-in-law Cindy Biesemeyer. Melcher Chapel of the Roses handled arrangements.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-1878544876624182381?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/1878544876624182381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=1878544876624182381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/1878544876624182381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/1878544876624182381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/03/joan-elaine-mccarty-biesemeyer.html' title='Joan Elaine McCarty Biesemeyer'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rmyU2JGSMf0/TX61A2EkHvI/AAAAAAAABOw/PWEMcfIY51Q/s72-c/grandma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-5292084910615266579</id><published>2011-03-08T14:30:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T14:33:48.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cindy Lou Capron Biesemeyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--QupXOwkf9Q/TXagN3mVJoI/AAAAAAAABOo/6HzIVdOw60o/s1600/198570_1905146712222_1348400913_2158671_2164170_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581824948295771778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--QupXOwkf9Q/TXagN3mVJoI/AAAAAAAABOo/6HzIVdOw60o/s320/198570_1905146712222_1348400913_2158671_2164170_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cindy Lou Capron Biesemeyer, 53, returned home to be with her loving Heavenly Father on March 3, 2011. She was born on April 21, 1957 in Warren, PA to Ellen Louise Vaow and Gilbert Otto Capron. She died surrounded by loved ones in her Mesa home of 30 years. She was preceded in death by her father, her brother, Gilbert Capron, Jr. and her sister, Cathy Ishman. She is survived by her mother and step-father, Ellen and Larry Wallace of Pittsfield, PA and her siblings: Sue Capron Bennett, Sherry Catalfu, Patty Chase, Bob Capron, Ken Capron, Jeff Wallace, Ken Wallace, Matt Capron, Karen Wallace and Tammy Wallace. She will also be sadly missed by her husband of 37 years, Dan Biesemeyer and their children Shane Biesemeyer, Shannon Powell, Brandon Biesemeyer and Breanne Bergman and 12 grandchildren. Cindy’s greatest legacy will be her love for her family, love of service to others and for her faith and great love for her Father in Heaven. A visitation will be held on Thurs, March 10, 2011 from 6-8 pm at Bunker’s Garden Chapel 33 N. Centennial Way Mesa. Services will be held on Fri, March 11, 2011 at 10 am at the LDS Church 1455 N. Harris in Mesa. In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to Wells Fargo acct &lt;strong&gt;1343926158&lt;/strong&gt; to help with medical and funeral expenses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-5292084910615266579?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/5292084910615266579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=5292084910615266579&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/5292084910615266579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/5292084910615266579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/03/cindy-lou-capron-biesemeyer.html' title='Cindy Lou Capron Biesemeyer'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--QupXOwkf9Q/TXagN3mVJoI/AAAAAAAABOo/6HzIVdOw60o/s72-c/198570_1905146712222_1348400913_2158671_2164170_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-4314767151734205136</id><published>2011-03-02T09:32:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T09:47:45.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>final good-bye...</title><content type='html'>i am going to say my final good-byes to my sweet aunt cindy tomorrow. i thought i was ready but, i am not so sure. my mom keeps me updated on her status daily. all of her family has been at her side. i am truly blessed to have had her in my life. she is such an example and inspiration to me. she is truly an angel of god!! i love you aunt cindy and you will truly be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{{hugs}}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you aunt cindy!!&lt;br /&gt;re-post of a few blogs entries and a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thursday, February 19, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;trying to understand...&lt;br /&gt;i am having a really difficult time right now. we seem to always think things are bad in our lives. that our lives are so full of negativity and crap. then...you hear of someone else's life. you sit back and say to yourself... it could be worse, right? well, i feel like mY family has been hit with a ton of bricks. my aunt cindy, the one that i am always quoting here was just diagnosed with rare stomach and esophageal cancer. our family is still in shock! we are asking any of you who feel the need to help us find the right doctors for her to fast and pray. we are doing a family fast saturday night until sunday at 4 pm. any and all prayers are so much appreciated. it's a true test of faith when something like this occurs. you have all sorts of emotions...denial, anger, fear, frustration and so much more. you wonder why them? why would God do this to someone so righteous. someone who has so much to give and so much more to offer. you are so full of emotions that you wish it was a dream. well, it's not and now we have to face this with positiveness and hope. hope to find the right doctors for this rare cancer. hope that she and her family will stay strong. hope that her body will do all it can to continue to hold on. i am sooo blessed to have my aunt in my life. she has taught me more than she knows. she is a true child of God and i am honored to call her my aunt. may we all remember that this life is short. that you never know what God has in store for you. that you treat each day as if it were your last. that you love always, laugh much and forgive others! i love you aunt cindy! you are my hero!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tuesday, March 3, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tHaNk yOu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been awhile since i have written. tOdaY is a daY i need to write! i have so much to be thankful for. so much to love and live for. my blessing are flowing over and i just can't seem to get it all out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know why but i started renting movies from netflix. i do know why...the movie rentals and late fees are outrageous! one of the first movies i received is ps. i love you. oh my gosh!!! why have i not seen this movie before. i mean, come on...it's been out for 2 years now. maybe it wasn't the right time to see it. then when i got it and read the cover...i thought, do i want to watch this movie right now. with all that is going on in my life and with my aunt, i just can't. i have had this movie for 5 days and i put it in this morning. WOW is all i can say. i took so much out of this movie. life is short and we must live it and treasure every moment of it. if we don't...it just might not be worth living. so what if you have a bad day or someone made you mad. what are you gonna do about it? how are you going to deal with it? we have all had a loved one pass on, right? how did you cope? what did you do to celebrate their life? did you celebrate it or did you just treat it as another day? how do you celebrate it years later? what did you learn if anything? people make mistakes. we are suppose to. if we don't, we would be perfect and NO ONE is perfect! we are to dust ourselves off, jump back up and move forward. i know i have said this before but it is all coming full circle and hitting me right in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it's the little things" i say, that mean the most. the "i love you most", the good nights, the kisses when you tuck the kids in bed, the smiles on faces, the smell of fresh cut grass, the "hellos" and so many more. i am done trying to figure this life out. i have decided it's time to LIVE it! to celebrate the little things. to say thaNk yOu when complimented, to smiLe when i really don't want to cause maybe someone is falling in love with mY smile. it's giving when you have nothing else to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this blog is my creativity for the day. mY something new that made me laugh, cry and smile all at the same time. it's my time to say "thank you" to all of you. for your support, your words, your thoughts, your kindness, your friendship and love! thanks for all the things you continue to do for me in mY life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i am ok, i am alright. though you have gone from my life. you said that it would, now everything should be alright". ~flogging molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;january 13, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have been absent for a long while, have many "draft" blogs and still no posting from me. well i came home from the mayo hospital in phoenix last night. after all this time...we thought my aunt cindy was a cancer survivor!! all her PET scans came back good and things were somewhat back to "normal" for her. well not so...on december 23rd she went to the hospital for her 6 week stretch of her esophagus and she was admitted until january 2nd. on monday january 10th she was rushed to the er and admitted to the icu. family and friends were told to come. now it will be in the Lord's hands on His time. the cancer has spread all over. it's now in her liver and around her heart. i made a decision to drop what i was doing because i DO NOT want to have any regrets at the start of a new year or anymore in my life. i asked my 4 children if they would like to see their aunt cindy before she is called home. each one of them said "yes". so we packed our bags and off we went at 7pm to go to the valley. we arrived at 11pm, i settled them all in, we slept or at least the kids did and in the morning we headed to the hospital. each one of my precious children talked to their aunt and said they loved her. she allowed me to capture a photo {left my camera in the car} on my cell phone of my four children with our favorite aunt cindy!! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579524973765963634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Zh98OAlVKk/TW50Zuy9r3I/AAAAAAAABOg/AkNlnkJby18/s320/aunt%2Bcindy%2Band%2Bkids.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this photo will be cherished FOREVER along with the other ones and all the memories i have with her. aunt cindy...did i ever tell you you're my HERO!!! you're everything i wish i could be. I LOVE YOU ALWAYS AND FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i am letting myself cry, letting my soul feel. today i am letting my body rest and trying to go to where the peace is. today i am reminded again what really is important in this life...FAMILY !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time my friends.&lt;br /&gt;{{hugs}}&lt;br /&gt;connie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-4314767151734205136?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/4314767151734205136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=4314767151734205136&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/4314767151734205136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/4314767151734205136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/03/final-good-bye.html' title='final good-bye...'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Zh98OAlVKk/TW50Zuy9r3I/AAAAAAAABOg/AkNlnkJby18/s72-c/aunt%2Bcindy%2Band%2Bkids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-2996744355157436614</id><published>2011-02-13T23:15:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T10:09:07.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finding {hearts}...my way</title><content type='html'>day 13:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we made it home last night from new mexico having a wonderful family weekend. it was nice to be outside as we enjoyed watching dallin play soccer. we all got a little wind burned but overall the weekend weather was GREAT!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i checked the mail as it hadn't been checked for a few days. what a surprise to see a wonderful little envelope addressed to me!! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576932458166108818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-heyg-tL61d4/TWU-hdlWQpI/AAAAAAAABNw/FvLGsqWW0Ns/s320/day13.jpg" /&gt;it was from my brave sister, lynda lindley, you can check out here blog {&lt;a href="http://positive-force.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;}. on the outside of the envelope {where the post office stamps it}, was where i found my {heart} for day 13!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576932459760112306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFMt-EDB1zk/TWU-hjhY0rI/AAAAAAAABN4/VVWhD0ZHUHc/s320/day13%2B%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;such a nice note was inside just for me. my {heart} is truly full and blessed to have some amaZing women in it. lynda, thank you for my sweet note, thank you for my {heart} for day 13. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;may we always remember that our lives are truly filled with love and {hearts}. all you need to do is just open your eyes and look deeply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy {heart} hunting!&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/1495854171116518590-2996744355157436614?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/2996744355157436614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=2996744355157436614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/2996744355157436614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/2996744355157436614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/02/finding-heartsmy-way_13.html' title='finding {hearts}...my way'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-heyg-tL61d4/TWU-hdlWQpI/AAAAAAAABNw/FvLGsqWW0Ns/s72-c/day13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-8863931428672278436</id><published>2011-02-12T20:51:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T09:14:22.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finding {hearts}...my way</title><content type='html'>day 12:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today we are in new mexico for my son dallin's soccer tournament. he joined a club soccer league and we decided to make it a family trip and go. my second oldest decided he rather stay at home. our weekend began friday evening as we loaded up the excursion, picked up two of dallin's friends/team mates and we were off. the first game was on saturday morning. the day was absolutely gorgeous, not a cloud in the sky!! while we were at the tournament there were still patches of snow around. as i stumbled over one of them i lookded down and saw a leaf in the snow. looking a little closer...a {heart}.&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;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575061432735461298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mhga1VeHZhE/TV6Y1cstb7I/AAAAAAAABNo/6vVI8S5Kimc/s320/day%2B12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;everywhere i tell ya, EVERYWHERE!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;happy beautiful {heart} hunting day to you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-8863931428672278436?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/8863931428672278436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=8863931428672278436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/8863931428672278436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/8863931428672278436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/02/finding-heartsmy-way_12.html' title='finding {hearts}...my way'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mhga1VeHZhE/TV6Y1cstb7I/AAAAAAAABNo/6vVI8S5Kimc/s72-c/day%2B12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-372053589727223046</id><published>2011-02-11T10:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T08:45:58.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finding {hearts}...my way</title><content type='html'>day 11:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after reading chrissy's post {&lt;a href="http://chrissygardner.blogspot.com/2011/02/heart-and-seek-day-10.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;} about searching for {hearts} in the foods we eat, i was on the lookout. i had my son get take-out mexican food for dinner last night. mexican food is my ultimate weakness. i could eat it everyday if my body would allow it. totally forgetting about chrissy's blog post earlier in the day, i looked down to take a bite and there it was!! i had cut into my enchiladas and i see it...right there in my food, a cheesy {heart}!! i mean come on really? without even trying to make a {heart} i had cut two pieces off and ate the first bite and then went in for the second and it was there. right in my take out plate...a yummy {heart}. so whether you play with your food to make a {heart} or it is done by cutting into a yummy cheese enchilada...watch out...{hearts} are truly EVERYWHERE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-18_vwW99yzo/TV399BO0y7I/AAAAAAAABNg/C9vP_32k3nc/s1600/day%2B11%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574891138499005362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-18_vwW99yzo/TV399BO0y7I/AAAAAAAABNg/C9vP_32k3nc/s320/day%2B11%2B%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy {heart} hunting in your food today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-372053589727223046?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/372053589727223046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=372053589727223046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/372053589727223046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/372053589727223046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/02/finding-heartsmy-way_11.html' title='finding {hearts}...my way'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-18_vwW99yzo/TV399BO0y7I/AAAAAAAABNg/C9vP_32k3nc/s72-c/day%2B11%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-8454946686842449964</id><published>2011-02-10T09:51:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T10:04:32.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finding {hearts}...my way</title><content type='html'>day 10:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i already have my {heart} for day 10, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;woohoo&lt;/span&gt;!! this morning when i was getting the kids off to school, finishing the dishes and feeding the dog my phone went off. i had just received a text message from my wonderful sister in law &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#!/profile.php?id=1537032849"&gt;wendy&lt;/a&gt;. i was sooo very excited to read it, then i noticed it was a forward. dang it! i thought she was checking in on me. well, this was even better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572105399021141138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TVQYVo-w_JI/AAAAAAAABNQ/7XHgHY_dv-I/s320/day%2B10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am truly blessed and loved by her. she doesn't even realize how special she is to me and our family. she has given my brother a wife, my mother and father 5 grand babies, her children a mother, me a sister in law and our family such loVe!!&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to share the love and make sure you all know how much i love you!!! whether you read my blog or saw this on facebook please know YOU are loVed!! truly loved. i hope you feel it in your {heart} today and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy {heart} finding to you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-8454946686842449964?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/8454946686842449964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=8454946686842449964&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/8454946686842449964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/8454946686842449964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/02/finding-heartsmy-way_10.html' title='finding {hearts}...my way'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TVQYVo-w_JI/AAAAAAAABNQ/7XHgHY_dv-I/s72-c/day%2B10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-4138670456377742758</id><published>2011-02-10T00:13:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T18:36:47.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little daily truth from the brave girl club!!</title><content type='html'>i thought i would share with you the daily truth from the&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bravegirlsclub.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;brave girl club &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Beautiful Girl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever grows in your life is what has been planted there, what has been nurtured, fed and given time and attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is growing there? What is it that has been planted in your one beautiful, precious life? Have you carefully planned the rows&lt;br /&gt;of fruits, vegetables and flowers? Or are things growing there that blew in with the wind? Are weeds taking over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is never too late to "weed" your garden, and now is the perfect time to pull out the dead things, the unwanted things,&lt;br /&gt;the overgrown things, and make room for the new growth that you are so badly yearning for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a moment today to see what is truly growing in your life, and whether or not there is room for the things that you most&lt;br /&gt;want to see the fruits of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be brave enough to pull out the unwanted things and get your life ready to lay the seeds of your wildest dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;this hit my {heart} and i hope it touches yours too. you may sign up for brave girl's daily truths to enter your inbox every monday- friday too. just click {&lt;a href="http://bravegirlsclub.com/a-little-bird-told-me-daily-truth-emails"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;} and sign up today. come on, be &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BRAVE&lt;/span&gt;!! i know i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{{hugs}}&lt;br /&gt;connie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-4138670456377742758?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/4138670456377742758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=4138670456377742758&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/4138670456377742758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/4138670456377742758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/02/little-daily-truth-from-brave-girl-club.html' title='a little daily truth from the brave girl club!!'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-5583301176164031382</id><published>2011-02-09T20:42:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T09:47:26.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finding {hearts}...my way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;day 8 &amp;amp; 9:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was off to home depot and lowe's with my husband. i grabbed my keys and lock the door and what do you know? it's there, right on my key ring. the previous tenants of this home had it all along. i have had this for the past year and a half and never noticed it. do you see it? right there on my key ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572087995530374994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TVQIgn7Ob1I/AAAAAAAABMY/yR6m1V-_ncg/s320/day%2B8.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;here is a closer look!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572088000022538866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-83l17DidVb0/TVQIg4qPanI/AAAAAAAABMg/qiFi4gDvlGE/s320/day%2B8%2B%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;told you that you could find them everywhere!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we got home i checked my mail and had a wonderful surprise in it. i received a beautiful house warming gift from jeanne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572099740760709698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TVQTMSUWmkI/AAAAAAAABNA/V463h27Ypvk/s320/letting%2Bgo.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.jeanneoliverdesigns.com/item_20/Letting-Go.htm"&gt;letting go&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572099748701719970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XVUPpdsh3kw/TVQTMv5ozaI/AAAAAAAABNI/BBxlb2WJFLs/s320/books.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a bonus gift she sent me. {&lt;a href="http://www.jeanneoliverdesigns.com/item_9/Studious.htm"&gt;studious&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;she is one of my brave sisters!! we were able to meet at the first brave girls camp in october 2009 and then a year later...we were both at brave girls camp 10.10, the one year anniversary!! she is one talented lady. you should check out all of her amaZing talent {&lt;a href="http://jeanneoliverdesigns.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;} on her website. when i opened the package she had written me a little note on the back of one of her post cards. after reading it, smiling {with a little tear in my eye} i noticed it. right there on the front of her card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is the front of her postcard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572092660091329698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TVQMwIxOHKI/AAAAAAAABMo/3I1u-f4Hq34/s320/day%2B9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;take a look at the flower. can you see it yet?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572092667647945202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cLa25FUu1wU/TVQMwk626fI/AAAAAAAABMw/Qk0Bo7W2kxM/s320/day%2B9%2B%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;ok so if you rotate it and look closely you will notice in the center there is a {heart}. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572092672108392242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TVQMw1iT7zI/AAAAAAAABM4/OqPJ1S_K2YQ/s320/day%2B9%2B%25282%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if jeanne knew this was there but for me...it was a great find!! extra love that is all around us, all within us if we just look deep enough. my {heart} is completely full today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;thanks jeanne for my wonderful gift. i can not wait to frame it and hang it in my new home. you are so thoughtful. one little act of kindness can change the world and you my friend do it with ease. i love you!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;happy {heart} finding!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-5583301176164031382?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/5583301176164031382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=5583301176164031382&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/5583301176164031382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/5583301176164031382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/02/finding-heartsmy-way_09.html' title='finding {hearts}...my way'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TVQIgn7Ob1I/AAAAAAAABMY/yR6m1V-_ncg/s72-c/day%2B8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-7619926003406841050</id><published>2011-02-07T08:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T08:41:37.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finding {hearts}...my way</title><content type='html'>day 7:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today was another busy day of painting so i didn't have time to search for a {heart}. when i went to get my mom at her house she has this little chair that my uncle made for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;walla&lt;/span&gt;...{hearts}.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572085680972375282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E_BsMkd2_-Y/TVQGZ5hmJPI/AAAAAAAABMQ/Fc7nQgiMyUY/s320/day%2B7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;even if you don't have the time to search...they are everywhere.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;happy {heart} finding my friends!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-7619926003406841050?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/7619926003406841050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=7619926003406841050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/7619926003406841050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/7619926003406841050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/02/finding-heartsmy-way_07.html' title='finding {hearts}...my way'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E_BsMkd2_-Y/TVQGZ5hmJPI/AAAAAAAABMQ/Fc7nQgiMyUY/s72-c/day%2B7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-1960349934008281169</id><published>2011-02-06T15:16:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T23:32:43.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finding {hearts}...my way</title><content type='html'>day 6:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy super bowl sunday my friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didn't get in any spectacular {heart} hunting in today. though when i was at my parents house with my son for the super bowl i found these {hearts} welcoming me into her home hanging on the wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571931142132675026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TVN52jfBMdI/AAAAAAAABMA/2E080FB4NeE/s320/hearts%2Bfor%2B2011%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571931151018646514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TVN53ElmW_I/AAAAAAAABMI/RGSozex6Ggw/s320/hearts%2Bfor%2B2011%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think i got plenty of {heart} &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;today. how could i not feel the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; when i see our family {heart} calendar hanging on the wall. this is the place where we welcome a newbie to the family. we all are given a {heart} with our name and birth date on it. when we got married... one was added. when you had a baby...one was added. this was a great reminder of all the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lOvE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;our family has been blessed with. what a wonderful welcome in deed!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hoping you are welcomed by a wonderful {heart} today!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-1960349934008281169?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/1960349934008281169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=1960349934008281169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/1960349934008281169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/1960349934008281169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/02/finding-heartsmy-way_06.html' title='finding {hearts}...my way'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TVN52jfBMdI/AAAAAAAABMA/2E080FB4NeE/s72-c/hearts%2Bfor%2B2011%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-6805456299331100319</id><published>2011-02-05T10:17:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T22:32:38.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finding {hearts}...my way</title><content type='html'>day 5:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt;???!!!!&lt;/div&gt;this was in my tea this morning. i ran to get my camera and just as i snapped the shot it started to change. all my rushing to get my camera, made my tea foam move around. lucky enough...i got my shot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571927311418588626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TVN2Xk9m_dI/AAAAAAAABLw/nQIBZmjdzso/s320/day%2B6.jpg" /&gt;happy {heart} hunting my friends!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-6805456299331100319?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/6805456299331100319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=6805456299331100319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/6805456299331100319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/6805456299331100319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/02/finding-heartsmy-way_05.html' title='finding {hearts}...my way'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TVN2Xk9m_dI/AAAAAAAABLw/nQIBZmjdzso/s72-c/day%2B6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-549579552649350387</id><published>2011-02-04T12:35:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T22:29:35.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finding {hearts}...my way</title><content type='html'>day 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was leaving my house to head to my new home to paint i noticed my entire front lawn was flooded. YES, flooded!! about a foot of water covered my entire front yard. as i frantically searched for the shut off valve {with no luck} i called my landlord. i am only guessing that the water had been running 2-3 hours. i could not believe this was how my weekend was going to start. finally got the water under control and headed to the new house. mom and i were going to paint for the umpteen day! i was tired and hungry so we decided to get some lunch before we started. my mom had been there since 9 am so she was ready for a break. we headed to the van when we noticed we couldn't lock the front door. WHAT?? i tried all the keys and none of them worked. not only did we get lunch but i headed to ace hardware for a new deadbolt. could this day get any worse i thought. when i got home all i wanted was calgone to take me away but...i couldn't because i had NO water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only positive to my day was spending it with my mom and finding this when i got home. my son had left the hose connected to the hose bib and it froze. the plumber had fixed the broken pipe and after all the water soaked in i found this beauty.  my frozen hose lying on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571915480708015394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TVNrm8IZ5SI/AAAAAAAABLo/6_QL_8OcOhs/s320/hearts%2Bfor%2B2011%2B005.jpg" /&gt; glad to have a {heart} end my day and finally put a smile on my face!! &lt;p&gt;happy {heart} 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way'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TVNrm8IZ5SI/AAAAAAAABLo/6_QL_8OcOhs/s72-c/hearts%2Bfor%2B2011%2B005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-7882636420995671691</id><published>2011-02-03T09:36:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T13:55:19.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finding {hearts}...my way</title><content type='html'>day 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is usually how i am feeling {on my picture}. you would find me with a huge smile on my face. today not so much. i did however find a {heart} and i want to get out of this fuNk. maybe remembering what this {heart} stands for will help that. i made a &lt;a href="http://heidiswapp.typepad.com/"&gt;heidi swapp &lt;/a&gt;clock for tom on valentine's day a couple of years ago.  it was the beginning of our relationship and it now reminds us of how far we have come.  hope you find a {heart} in your life to share with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570680256326807810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TU8ILaukMQI/AAAAAAAABLg/fEE5ilzSAYY/s320/day%2B3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy {heart} hunting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-7882636420995671691?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TU8ILaukMQI/AAAAAAAABLg/fEE5ilzSAYY/s72-c/day%2B3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-7689563754025590845</id><published>2011-02-03T09:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T12:38:49.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one of those days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ever had one of those days where you are just in a fuNk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am feeling it today!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569523095829830834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TUrrvz9FXLI/AAAAAAAABKY/kwDKLtiPjnE/s320/me.jpg" /&gt;i can't seem to get out of bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't feel like accomplishing anything today. {but i have}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really just want to curl up in bed, with some warm tea, watch useless tv shows, cry a little and maybe fall asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i should be living my life full of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;BRAVERY&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i should be thinking about all the GOOD in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i should be thanking God for the time i have here on earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i should be grateful for what i have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i should be happy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today is just one of those days and i don't' know how to get out of this fuNk!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry, this isn't an upbeat blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i just needed to get it out, read it and try to deal with today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hope your day is going better than mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{{hugs}}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-7689563754025590845?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/7689563754025590845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=7689563754025590845&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/7689563754025590845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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way</title><content type='html'>day 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was starting to take my pictures off the wall so we can get ready to move by the end of the month. while doing so guess what i found? my day 2 of finding {hearts}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had this hanging on my wall just above my family photo area. i have my entire family hanging on this wall. all three sides for my family and now i need to add another for tom's. families are forever and full of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;lOvE&lt;/span&gt;!! nice way to find my {heart} for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TU8AdBgMSrI/AAAAAAAABLQ/R7XIbNbwF60/s1600/day%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 118px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570671762700257970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TU8AdBgMSrI/AAAAAAAABLQ/R7XIbNbwF60/s320/day%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TU8AdaqmBOI/AAAAAAAABLY/Y4URDHQvzg8/s1600/day%2B2%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;happy {heart} hunting my friends!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-6437166989968202260?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/6437166989968202260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=6437166989968202260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/6437166989968202260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/6437166989968202260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/02/finding-heartsmy-way_02.html' title='finding {hearts}...my way'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TU8AdBgMSrI/AAAAAAAABLQ/R7XIbNbwF60/s72-c/day%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-4575751994259921619</id><published>2011-02-01T11:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T13:38:37.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finding {hearts}...my way</title><content type='html'>day 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to take on the challenge of my dear friend chrissy {&lt;a href="http://chrissygardner.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;}. we are to look for hearts all around us for 14 days. i thought this was perfect for the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570649418832276482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TU7sIcG77AI/AAAAAAAABKw/1eqtEmJceR0/s320/hearts%2Bfor%2B2011%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570655496163922354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TU7xqL7tkbI/AAAAAAAABK4/cwUKx3Ove08/s320/hearts%2Bfor%2B2011%2B006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think this works for me!! i use my laptop pretty much every day and low and behold this {heart} was right next to my hands. i didn't even notice it until i looked more deeply. next to me daily by my right hand. {hearts} are all around us if we just open our mind and our {hearts} and look.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;happy {heart} hunting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-4575751994259921619?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/4575751994259921619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=4575751994259921619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/4575751994259921619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/4575751994259921619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/02/finding-heartsmy-way.html' title='finding {hearts}...my way'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TU7sIcG77AI/AAAAAAAABKw/1eqtEmJceR0/s72-c/hearts%2Bfor%2B2011%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-6168685895834057261</id><published>2011-01-28T09:06:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T18:27:11.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just what my heart needed!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TUMM7j14LkI/AAAAAAAABKQ/DoFFD918KqU/s1600/heart%2Btom%2B%2526%2Bi.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567307781733101122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TUMM7j14LkI/AAAAAAAABKQ/DoFFD918KqU/s320/heart%2Btom%2B%2526%2Bi.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have been struggling lately with what life has handed me.&lt;br /&gt;i keep asking the question "why"?&lt;br /&gt;i finally got on my knees and had a talk with God.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't get all my questioned answered but i know He heard me and the answers will come when He wants me to know them.&lt;br /&gt;i may not be a very religious person these days but i AM a very spiritual one.&lt;br /&gt;i do talk with God.&lt;br /&gt;i do read the bible.&lt;br /&gt;i do talk to my bishop now and then.&lt;br /&gt;i do try and walk in a straight path.&lt;br /&gt;i am Christlike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all of this heartache i came across a couple of my friend's blogs.&lt;br /&gt;chrissy {&lt;a href="http://chrissygardner.blogspot.com/2011/01/calling-all-hearts.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;} &amp;amp; jeanne {&lt;a href="http://jeanneoliverdesigns.com/blog/page/2/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;it is just what my heart needed.&lt;br /&gt;i have decided that i am going to take on these challenges.&lt;br /&gt;you know sometimes love isn't touchable or visible.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you look through it or pass it by.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you just fEeL it!!&lt;br /&gt;so for 14 days in february and every friday i am going to take a deep look into LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;i am going to open my eyes and look around me.&lt;br /&gt;look inside of myself.&lt;br /&gt;share with others.&lt;br /&gt;love deeper.&lt;br /&gt;{{hug}} longer&lt;br /&gt;and capture what i find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be taking a picture of "hearts".&lt;br /&gt;i will be taking pictures of "love".&lt;br /&gt;i will be looking high and low&lt;br /&gt;far and wide&lt;br /&gt;inside and out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you chrissy and jeanne for this small reminder.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for taking the time to notice "hearts" and love.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for sharing your love and hearts with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am truly blessed!&lt;br /&gt;today my heart is grateful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-6168685895834057261?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/6168685895834057261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=6168685895834057261&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/6168685895834057261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/6168685895834057261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-what-my-heart-needed.html' title='just what my heart needed!!'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TUMM7j14LkI/AAAAAAAABKQ/DoFFD918KqU/s72-c/heart%2Btom%2B%2526%2Bi.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-6301863842745989508</id><published>2011-01-24T10:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T10:27:33.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a helping hand...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Many of you have asked how you can help out my Aunt and our family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Mesa Police Department is having a BBQ fundraiser to benefit my Aunt Cindy Biesemeyer on Wed Jan 26th from 11 - 2pm in the Central PD parking lot @ 1st and Robson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you can't attend, there is a bank account @ Wells Fargo for donations, acct #1343926158. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My Aunt and Uncle could really use the help as Aunt Cindy has been forced to retire and Uncle Dan lost his job in November. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Your love, support and prayers help more than you know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;{{hugs}} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-6301863842745989508?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-4435366299127924407</id><published>2011-01-17T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T02:06:00.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 16th dallin!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;it's hard to believe my baby boy is 16 today!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;where did all those years go? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;dallin has grown into such a great young man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he is very caring and sensitive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;something to be treasured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i am truly honored and blessed to be his mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;as it is my job to love and nurture my children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;dallin, i want you to know how proud i am of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i want you to know what a blessing you are in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i want you to feel loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i want you to be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i want you to succeed in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i want you to dream and dream big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i want you to always know, that no matter what...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TTPsF9L-hNI/AAAAAAAABJY/4rM5UKbd76o/s1600/DSCN4438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563049551800992978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TTPsF9L-hNI/AAAAAAAABJY/4rM5UKbd76o/s320/DSCN4438.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thanks for being an example to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thanks for showing love to your family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thanks for choosing good friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thanks for being protective over your loved ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thanks for showing others how to be a child of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thanks for being &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;may you have a wonderful day and enjoy it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you are only 16 once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;love always and forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;your mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-4435366299127924407?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/4435366299127924407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=4435366299127924407&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/4435366299127924407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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cindy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;re-post of a couple blogs entries and a new one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thursday, February 19, 2009&lt;br /&gt;trying to understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i am having a really difficult time right now. we seem to always think things are bad in our lives. that our lives are so full of negativity and crap. then...you hear of someone else's life. you sit back and say to yourself... it could be worse, right? well, i feel like mY family has been hit with a ton of bricks. my aunt cindy, the one that i am always quoting here was just diagnosed with rare stomach and esophageal cancer. our family is still in shock! we are asking any of you who feel the need to help us find the right doctors for her to fast and pray. we are doing a family fast saturday night until sunday at 4 pm. any and all prayers are so much appreciated. it's a true test of faith when something like this occurs. you have all sorts of emotions...denial, anger, fear, frustration and so much more. you wonder why them? why would God do this to someone so righteous. someone who has so much to give and so much more to offer. you are so full of emotions that you wish it was a dream. well, it's not and now we have to face this with positiveness and hope. hope to find the right doctors for this rare cancer. hope that she and her family will stay strong. hope that her body will do all it can to continue to hold on. i am sooo blessed to have my aunt in my life. she has taught me more than she knows. she is a true child of God and i am honored to call her my aunt. may we all remember that this life is short. that you never know what God has in store for you. that you treat each day as if it were your last. that you love always, laugh much and forgive others! i love you aunt cindy! you are my hero!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tuesday, March 3, 2009&lt;br /&gt;tHaNk yOu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it's been awhile since i have written. tOdaY is a daY i need to write! i have so much to be thankful for. so much to love and live for. my blessing are flowing over and i just can't seem to get it all out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know why but i started renting movies from netflix. i do know why...the movie rentals and late fees are outrageous! one of the first movies i received is ps. i love you. oh my gosh!!! why have i not seen this movie before. i mean, come on...it's been out for 2 years now. maybe it wasn't the right time to see it. then when i got it and read the cover...i thought, do i want to watch this movie right now. with all that is going on in my life and with my aunt, i just can't. i have had this movie for 5 days and i put it in this morning. WOW is all i can say. i took so much out of this movie. life is short and we must live it and treasure every moment of it. if we don't...it just might not be worth living. so what if you have a bad day or someone made you mad. what are you gonna do about it? how are you going to deal with it? we have all had a loved one pass on, right? how did you cope? what did you do to celebrate their life? did you celebrate it or did you just treat it as another day? how do you celebrate it years later? what did you learn if anything? people make mistakes. we are suppose to. if we don't, we would be perfect and NO ONE is perfect! we are to dust ourselves off, jump back up and move forward. i know i have said this before but it is all coming full circle and hitting me right in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it's the little things" i say, that mean the most. the "i love you most", the good nights, the kisses when you tuck the kids in bed, the smiles on faces, the smell of fresh cut grass, the "hellos" and so many more. i am done trying to figure this life out. i have decided it's time to LIVE it! to celebrate the little things. to say thaNk yOu when complimented, to smiLe when i really don't want to cause maybe someone is falling in love with mY smile. it's giving when you have nothing else to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this blog is my creativity for the day. mY something new that made me laugh, cry and smile all at the same time. it's my time to say "thank you" to all of you. for your support, your words, your thoughts, your kindness, your friendship and love! thanks for all the things you continue to do for me in mY life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"i am ok, i am alright. though you have gone from my life. you said that it would, now everything should be alright". ~flogging molly &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;january 13, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so i have been absent for a long while, have many "draft" blogs and still no posting from me. well i came home from the mayo hospital in phoenix last night. after all this time...we thought my aunt cindy was a cancer survivor!! all her PET scans came back good and things were somewhat back to "normal" for her. well not so...on december 23rd she went to the hospital for her 6 week stretch of her esophagus and she was admitted until january 2nd. on monday january 10th she was rushed to the er and admitted to the icu. family and friends were told to come. now it will be in the Lord's hands on His time. the cancer has spread all over. it's now in her liver and around her heart. i made a decision to drop what i was doing because i DO NOT want to have any regrets at the start of a new year or anymore in my life. i asked my 4 children if they would like to see their aunt cindy before she is called home. each one of them said "yes". so we packed our bags and off we went at 7pm to go to the valley. we arrived at 11pm, i settled them all in, we slept or at least the kids did and in the morning we headed to the hospital. each one of my precious children talked to their aunt and said they loved her. she allowed me to capture a photo {left my camera in the car} on my cell phone of my four children with our favorite aunt cindy!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561734956958636210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TS9AedxkWLI/AAAAAAAABJQ/hwwagh8eTC0/s400/1.11.11.jpg" /&gt;this photo will be cherished FOREVER along with the other ones and all the memories i have with her. aunt cindy...did i ever tell you you're my HERO!!! you're everything i wish i could be. I LOVE YOU ALWAYS AND FOREVER.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;today i am letting myself cry, letting my soul feel. today i am letting my body rest and trying to go to where the peace is. today i am reminded again what really is important in this life...&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAMILY !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time my friends.&lt;br /&gt;{{hugs}}&lt;br /&gt;connie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-5227782003139479663?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/5227782003139479663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=5227782003139479663&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/5227782003139479663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/5227782003139479663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-love-you-aunt-cindy.html' title='i love you aunt cindy!!'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TS9AedxkWLI/AAAAAAAABJQ/hwwagh8eTC0/s72-c/1.11.11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-9025009550587640642</id><published>2010-11-30T01:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T01:48:07.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{Attitude of Gratitude} day 30</title><content type='html'>day 30:&lt;br /&gt;grateful for the month of november! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was truly reminded to have an {attitude of gratitude} for the month of november.  may i remind myself daily of my blessing and be grateful for them always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;day 30:  did you celebrate the month of november full of {attitude of gratitude}?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-9025009550587640642?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-1118980348814025787</id><published>2010-11-29T10:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T01:31:57.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{Attitude of Gratitude} day 29</title><content type='html'>day 29:&lt;br /&gt;grateful for my beautiful baby girl, haleigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563068899847855522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TTP9sKR0XaI/AAAAAAAABKI/GM0pfLsBoks/s320/haleigh%2527s%2B%2B14th%2B10.29.10%2B003.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;day 29: what are you grateful for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-1118980348814025787?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/1118980348814025787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=1118980348814025787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/1118980348814025787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/1118980348814025787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2010/11/attitude-of-gratitude-day-29.html' title='{Attitude of Gratitude} day 29'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TTP9sKR0XaI/AAAAAAAABKI/GM0pfLsBoks/s72-c/haleigh%2527s%2B%2B14th%2B10.29.10%2B003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-2747373540519007798</id><published>2010-11-28T08:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T01:24:36.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{Attitude of Gratitude} day 28</title><content type='html'>day 28:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grateful for my youngest son dallin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563067739614336066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TTP8ooEl1EI/AAAAAAAABKA/T5quF30bQUI/s320/Copy%2Bof%2Bchristmas%2Beve%2B2010%2B012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;day 28: what are you grateful for?&lt;/span&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/1495854171116518590-2747373540519007798?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/2747373540519007798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=2747373540519007798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-3037982590192190904</id><published>2010-11-27T05:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T01:16:18.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{Attitude of Gratitude} day 27</title><content type='html'>day 27:&lt;br /&gt;grateful for my oldest son austin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is austin's 20th birthday. i can't believe my baby is 2o!! where did all the years go? i am so grateful for him and his life. he is a TRUE example of christ. my life is eternally blessed because of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy birthday austin!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563063099752387810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TTP4ajPTFOI/AAAAAAAABJw/2AYrrTCzhhk/s320/DSCN4373.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mom loves you a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck. that's how much i love you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;day 27: what are you grateful for?&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/1495854171116518590-3037982590192190904?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/3037982590192190904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=3037982590192190904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-9086538064025997225</id><published>2010-11-26T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T01:09:41.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{Attitude of Gratitude} day 26</title><content type='html'>day 26:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;grateful for my son trevor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563061640766175090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TTP3FoF4N3I/AAAAAAAABJo/UzOQcTU5wbQ/s320/Copy%2Bof%2BDSCN4356.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;day 26: what are you grateful for?&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/1495854171116518590-9086538064025997225?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/9086538064025997225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=9086538064025997225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/9086538064025997225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/9086538064025997225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2010/11/attitude-of-gratitude-day-26.html' title='{Attitude of Gratitude} day 26'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TTP3FoF4N3I/AAAAAAAABJo/UzOQcTU5wbQ/s72-c/Copy%2Bof%2BDSCN4356.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-6222284775829159350</id><published>2010-11-25T08:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T00:46:34.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{Attitude of Gratitude} day 25</title><content type='html'>day 25:&lt;br /&gt;grateful for a day to give thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANKS&lt;/span&gt;giving to you and yours today. my gift of thanks is that you may truly count your blessing. that you can be grateful today and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EVERY&lt;/span&gt; day for the gift of life. that you share your life and love with others. that you remember those that are less fortunate than you. that you give thanks to the lord for all of your blessing {good and bad}. i am thankful for my life, my family and my friends. love and blessing to you all. have a wonderfully, blessed day of thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;day 25: truly count your blessing today!&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/1495854171116518590-6222284775829159350?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/6222284775829159350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-5720103318125618251</id><published>2010-11-24T10:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T00:33:28.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{Attitude of Gratitude} day 24</title><content type='html'>day 24:&lt;br /&gt;grateful for my kids!! a true blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;what more can i say? i am one blessed momma!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563053368536512818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TTPvkHoouTI/AAAAAAAABJg/aJNGjFJzBS4/s320/Copy%2Bof%2BDSCN4445.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i may not get to share thanksgiving with them this year but that doesn't mean i am not grateful. i am blessed every day for the life i get to share with my kids. i truly don't know what i would do without them. they are my world and what a gift they are. god is so great to allow me this amaZing blessing. just being near them and feeling their sweet love is a blessing from above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;day 24: what do your kids do that bless your life? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-5720103318125618251?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/5720103318125618251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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think back at how i was helped when i was younger. what help i wanted, the help i didn't want and what my heart really wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain isn't always the most fun but i know it is something we all must go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;day 23: what pain are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you grateful for?&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/1495854171116518590-4156023512111428995?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/4156023512111428995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-1277528640249745566</id><published>2010-11-22T22:22:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T14:48:49.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{Attitude of Gratitude} day 22</title><content type='html'>day 22:&lt;br /&gt;grateful for clear roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today i needed to take my eldest son to the ent specialist in flagstaff. the night before they had their first big snow storm. i was worried that i would have to drive on the highway with big semi trucks in the SNOW! what i didn't realize is that even though it had snowed, it hadn't snowed enough. it wasn't cold enough either for the snow to stay on the roads. the mountains had snow and there was some small patches on the side of the roads but none on the highway. YAY!! snow is so beautiful. i am grateful for it's beauty and what it gives to the earth. i don't mind it at all, as long as i don't have to drive in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546573462948927666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TPljLXOt2LI/AAAAAAAABJE/OJfFiPpxr2I/s320/flagstaff%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;day 22: what beauty of nature are you grateful for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-1277528640249745566?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/1277528640249745566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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when she lived here having her to teach me how to make homemade pie crust. one thing i am jealous that my brother can do and i can't.  oh well...at least learning the basics is what i am grateful for.  maybe i will just have to make a special trip to pennsylvania just to have grandma teach me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;day 21: what favorite recipe are you grateful for?&lt;br /&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/1495854171116518590-922405678181833086?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/922405678181833086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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It is the most requested column I've ever written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.&lt;br /&gt;2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.&lt;br /&gt;3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;5. Pay off your credit cards every month.&lt;br /&gt;6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.&lt;br /&gt;8. It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it.&lt;br /&gt;9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.&lt;br /&gt;11. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.&lt;br /&gt;12. It's OK to let your children see you cry.&lt;br /&gt;13. Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.&lt;br /&gt;14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.&lt;br /&gt;15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks.&lt;br /&gt;16. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.&lt;br /&gt;17. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.&lt;br /&gt;18. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;19. It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else. 20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.&lt;br /&gt;22. Over prepare, then go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.&lt;br /&gt;24. The most important sex organ is the brain.&lt;br /&gt;25. No one is in charge of your happiness but you.&lt;br /&gt;26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words 'In five years, will this matter?'&lt;br /&gt;27. Always choose life.&lt;br /&gt;28. Forgive everyone everything.&lt;br /&gt;29. What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time.&lt;br /&gt;31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;br /&gt;32. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;br /&gt;33. Believe in miracles.&lt;br /&gt;34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do.&lt;br /&gt;35. Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.&lt;br /&gt;36. Growing old beats the alternative -- dying young.&lt;br /&gt;37. Your children get only one childhood.&lt;br /&gt;38. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.&lt;br /&gt;39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back.&lt;br /&gt;41. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;br /&gt;42. The best is yet to come...&lt;br /&gt;43. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;br /&gt;44. Yield.&lt;br /&gt;45. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;day 19: your life is a gift...now live it!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i love you.&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/1495854171116518590-6944967100334777651?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/6944967100334777651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=6944967100334777651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/6944967100334777651'/><link 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hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can not tell you how much money i have saved over the last 20 years just by cutting my families hair. boys who need hair cuts every 6 weeks and a daughter who is always changing her mind. we have even donated haleigh's hair to locks of love. i am truly grateful that i went to cosmetology school when i was younger. this has been a blessing in my life. now if only i would go back and actually get my license...nah. ok, maybe some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;day 18: what talent have you been blessed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;with that goes unnoticed?&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/1495854171116518590-7474779008363354270?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-7507063740420255604</id><published>2010-11-17T14:28:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T12:27:53.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{Attitude of Gratitude} day 17</title><content type='html'>day 17:&lt;br /&gt;grateful for FAFSA!! getting trevor ready for college. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to believe i have a child old enough to attend college!  i actually have 2 of college age but just one ready to attend.  what is hard to grasp is the cost for him to go.  we were not fortunate to get any scholarships but were told about FAFSA.  we filled out the paperwork and hope that we can get some assistance.  sometimes it's just the small things in life that make you realize how grateful you truly are.  trevor is excited and ready to go...i just don't know if i am.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;day 17: what are you grateful for tOdaY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1495854171116518590-7507063740420255604?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/7507063740420255604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=7507063740420255604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/7507063740420255604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/7507063740420255604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2010/11/attitude-of-gratitude-day-17.html' title='{Attitude of Gratitude} day 17'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-8796817005167442409</id><published>2010-11-16T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T12:18:07.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{Attitude of Gratitude} day 16</title><content type='html'>day 16:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am grateful for&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylifeshare.com/1590"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lifeshare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love making and sending cards to people. in the years past i would handcraft over 100 christmas cards. yikes! now with &lt;a href="http://www.mylifeshare.com/1590"&gt;lifeshare&lt;/a&gt;...i can design and personalize a card, &lt;a href="http://www.mylifeshare.com/1590"&gt;lifeshare &lt;/a&gt;will address and mail it for me and all at a low cost of only $1.32. yep, only $1.32 for a folded 5 1/2 x 8 1/2 card!! not only do they do photo cards but you can also do photo books. how cool is that?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my life has just gotten easier and less stressful all because of &lt;a href="http://www.mylifeshare.com/1590"&gt;lifeshare!&lt;/a&gt; i can not thank them enough for allowing me to make a card so personal to send to anyone...just because! i can't wait to start my christmas cards now. look out friends...a card may be coming to your mail box soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here are just some of the cards i eNjoYed making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TPk9YlVA0qI/AAAAAAAABIc/juwlFi0quYQ/s1600/jamie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 140px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546531908629877410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TPk9YlVA0qI/AAAAAAAABIc/juwlFi0quYQ/s200/jamie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TPk9ZBo6xnI/AAAAAAAABIk/kIh-w_gVSY4/s1600/kathy%2Brice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546531916229559922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TPk9ZBo6xnI/AAAAAAAABIk/kIh-w_gVSY4/s200/kathy%2Brice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TPk9ZZmSEiI/AAAAAAAABIs/fVDXmoVXmuc/s1600/vivian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546531922660954658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TPk9ZZmSEiI/AAAAAAAABIs/fVDXmoVXmuc/s200/vivian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TPk9a-qbrPI/AAAAAAAABI8/9UC33R4a6ac/s1600/julie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546531949790342386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TPk9a-qbrPI/AAAAAAAABI8/9UC33R4a6ac/s200/julie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TPk9aTsjFRI/AAAAAAAABI0/k-U8dO81Vfo/s1600/kathy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546531938256491794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TPk9aTsjFRI/AAAAAAAABI0/k-U8dO81Vfo/s200/kathy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you like to know more about &lt;a href="http://www.mylifeshare.com/1590"&gt;lifeshare&lt;/a&gt;? check out the link {&lt;a href="http://www.mylifeshare.com/1590"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;} watch the video, look around and made a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;card. if you have any questions...give me a call. i would love for you to eNjoY sending smiles to your family and friends too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;day 16: have you shared a smile lately? why not make someones day by sending a card...just because?!!&lt;/span&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/1495854171116518590-8796817005167442409?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/8796817005167442409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TPk9YlVA0qI/AAAAAAAABIc/juwlFi0quYQ/s72-c/jamie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-7355826607893283965</id><published>2010-11-15T12:26:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T10:59:10.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{Attitude of Gratitude} day 15</title><content type='html'>day 15:&lt;br /&gt;grateful for &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/chickadeebeadart"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chickadee Bead Art&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;i received the most beautiful watch and necklace!! ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so after attending brave girls camp in october i fell in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lOvE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/chickadeebeadart"&gt;chickadee bead art&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Star-ID/Chickadee-Bead-Art/317573651269"&gt;maria&lt;/a&gt; is a brave girl and at the end of the 10.10 brave girl camp she made us all a brave girls bracelet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TPkPb8YGnmI/AAAAAAAABIM/MeBbUZF8nVg/s1600/IMAG0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 221px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546481388821585506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TPkPb8YGnmI/AAAAAAAABIM/MeBbUZF8nVg/s320/IMAG0043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; such a beautiful gift and a great reminder of all the wonderful things that happens at brave girl camp. when i got home i checked out her etsy shop and went shopping! i ordered a wonderful black &amp;amp; silver choker &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TPkt8Sh9FKI/AAAAAAAABIU/kkVsYYmPwnQ/s1600/necklace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546514929873130658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TPkt8Sh9FKI/AAAAAAAABIU/kkVsYYmPwnQ/s320/necklace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and a black watch face with a red &amp;amp; black bracelet. don't have a picture of my watch yet. let me tell ya, i was in heaven! maria handcrafts such beautiful jewelry. you must check her etsy shop out!! {&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/chickadeebeadart"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;} it's perfect timing too, christmas is just around the corner.&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 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;day 15: what piece of jewelry are you grateful for that you are wearing right now?&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/1495854171116518590-7355826607893283965?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/7355826607893283965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=7355826607893283965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/7355826607893283965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/7355826607893283965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2010/11/attitude-of-gratitude-day-15.html' title='{Attitude of Gratitude} day 15'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TPkPb8YGnmI/AAAAAAAABIM/MeBbUZF8nVg/s72-c/IMAG0043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-1471860291880345653</id><published>2010-11-14T14:25:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T08:33:47.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{Attitude of Gratitude} day 14</title><content type='html'>day 14:&lt;br /&gt;for friends that help end a weekend on a happy note! Thanks bff Deb and Frank &amp;amp; Nicole Di Marco. xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes all you need are friends. i am truly blessed to have some special people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545497353557034626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TPWQdjWixoI/AAAAAAAABH0/qad2XWPkCFc/s320/deb%2B%2526%2Bme.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deb and i have known each other since we were 13 and have been best friends for over 18 years. i don't know what i would do without her in my life. i love you deb!! thanks for being my friend through thick and thin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545498591754915234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TPWRln_7DaI/AAAAAAAABIE/3k1GnSkkNds/s320/nicole%2B%2526%2Bfrank.bmp" /&gt;frank &amp;amp; nicole are so amaZing! i was blessed to gain them as friends when i married tom. i can not tell you how much fun it is hanging out with these two. they are italian &amp;amp; greek and just full of fuN!! i only wished we lived closer so we could spend more time together. another reason i wish we lived closer is so that nicole could teach me how to make some greek food. love you guys and i am blessed to have you be a part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;day 14: be grateful for all the people in your life and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;be thankful you have friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1495854171116518590-1471860291880345653?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/1471860291880345653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=1471860291880345653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/1471860291880345653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/1471860291880345653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2010/11/attitude-of-gratitude-day-14.html' title='{Attitude of Gratitude} day 14'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TPWQdjWixoI/AAAAAAAABH0/qad2XWPkCFc/s72-c/deb%2B%2526%2Bme.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-7484040982289213342</id><published>2010-11-13T14:24:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T14:23:19.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{Attitude of Gratitude} day 13</title><content type='html'>day 13:&lt;br /&gt;i am grateful for sleep in saturday with nothing on the schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some days it's just wonderful to turn off the alarm and sleep in! my saturday was so full of excitement then all my plans were cancelled. it was great to turn off the alarm and just sleep in. sometimes the body just needs it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;day 13: what did you do for yourself that you are grateful for?&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/1495854171116518590-7484040982289213342?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/7484040982289213342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=7484040982289213342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/7484040982289213342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/7484040982289213342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2010/11/attitude-of-gratitude-day-13.html' title='{Attitude of Gratitude} day 13'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-6342802826108234584</id><published>2010-11-12T09:23:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T16:56:54.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{Attitude of Gratitude} day 12</title><content type='html'>day 12:&lt;br /&gt;i am very grateful for my good friend&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1325515506&amp;amp;v=info#!/profile.php?id=1325515506&amp;amp;v=wall"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Janna Keever Landis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 339px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545490839370815154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TPWKiYHhVrI/AAAAAAAABHs/IDM64A51Dqg/s400/creative%2Bescape%2B8.27-29.2009%2B006.jpg" /&gt;janna and i have been friends since 2004. we first met when i attended a scrapbook trade show, cha in dallas, texas in 2004. she was my scrapbook rep for my scrapbook store. i eventually closed my store and started working with her and her amaZing company&lt;a href="http://productpreviewpage.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;janna gifts, etc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. i was her northern arizona rep for all the scrapbook/craft stores in the area. while repping janna and i became good friends. i have many fond traveling memories with her and will cherish them forever {red vines}. we have also shared many creative escapes together as well. i just love being around her. i am so blessed that our paths crossed over 6 years ago and i am very grateful to call her my friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you janna and thanks for being my friend. i hope we continue to make many more memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;day 12: who are you grateful for that you have fuN, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fond memories of?&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/1495854171116518590-6342802826108234584?l=conniecapron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/feeds/6342802826108234584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1495854171116518590&amp;postID=6342802826108234584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/6342802826108234584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1495854171116518590/posts/default/6342802826108234584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniecapron.blogspot.com/2010/11/attitude-of-gratitude-day-12.html' title='{Attitude of Gratitude} day 12'/><author><name>{connie}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726785460211663269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rMa_CRheO4/TeFM1XBuiWI/AAAAAAAABR8/hGbqcVmbaas/s220/IMG_0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLb5CVU3zNg/TPWKiYHhVrI/AAAAAAAABHs/IDM64A51Dqg/s72-c/creative%2Bescape%2B8.27-29.2009%2B006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495854171116518590.post-7436126400785566134</id><published>2010-11-11T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T14:23:44.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{Attitude of Gratitude} day 11</title><content type='html'>day 11:&lt;br /&gt;grateful for those in my family who serve(d) our country in the united states military past &amp;amp; present. my grandfather, gilbert capron (dec) army; uncles, matt capron (ret) army, jeff wallace navy, ken wallace (ret) air force &amp;amp; my siblings, kelly rose air force, jeremy capron active army &amp;amp; jr sibble (ret) army. on veteran's day, and each day, we appreciate your service to our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we are so blessed to live in a country where we have freedom in almost everything we do. i am so thankful for all of my family members who have served and continue to serve this great country of ours. i am thankful for all of the brave men and women who have fought for my families freedom. who lost their lives fighting for the united states of america. for the families who support and sacrifice so much for their soldier to be serving this great country. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;may we remember on this veteran's day &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; who served this country so bravely. i solute you and thank you with all my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;day 11: please honor those who served, do serve and will continue to serve!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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