<?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-4302095993201282586</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:20:47.861-08:00</updated><category term='deployment'/><category term='school tonsils deployment family disability'/><category term='snowboarding'/><category term='count down'/><category term='army'/><category term='military'/><category term='busy life'/><category term='baby'/><category term='adult'/><category term='kids'/><category term='death'/><category term='Army Deployment declutter insomnia'/><title type='text'>Good Moving</title><subtitle type='html'>My life in pictures, words and places.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodmoving.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302095993201282586/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodmoving.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944029274096807351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302095993201282586.post-2619307163224531462</id><published>2011-10-27T08:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T10:39:53.837-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deployment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>2 Years Later!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oZ2-1PGzUyk/TqmXV1MMjJI/AAAAAAAAABE/Wm8iejb_qJE/s1600/338746_2152650371473_1102811323_31986710_795661054_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oZ2-1PGzUyk/TqmXV1MMjJI/AAAAAAAAABE/Wm8iejb_qJE/s320/338746_2152650371473_1102811323_31986710_795661054_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668228007333760146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrYoayA7eNk/TqmW_9fvq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/x78nfmWE1e8/s1600/29779_1309320968765_1102811323_30776289_7680240_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrYoayA7eNk/TqmW_9fvq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/x78nfmWE1e8/s320/29779_1309320968765_1102811323_30776289_7680240_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668227631606115186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a whole heck of a lot can change in 2 years.  After Sean left for deployment, it seemed like we hit one road block after another.  2 weeks after he left, I found out I was pregnant.  This was a the biggest shock ever.  Months went by, my wonderful mother came to visit us in the begging of December of 2009 and was able to find out with me that were having a boy!  So after being pregnant, full-time student, Mom to 3 with a deployed husband, we got word that my Dad was sick and in the hospital on December 20th.  On Christmas morning I had a heart to heart with my sister Gigi and decided to drive down to California.  So Christmas night I packed up the truck, packed up all our holiday trimmings and tree and drove 14 hours to California.  I was so glad to be there with family and to be there with my Mom.  We rung in the New Year with family but my Dad was still in the hospital with no idea what was going on with him.  We ended up having to leave the second week in January because the kids had school. So we pack everyone back up and drive back up to Washington.  As soon as we got home, I decided never to drive that far again while pregnant.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On January 30, we lost my Dad, I believe he is in heaven, he has no more pain and is looking down on us.  We ended up flying down from the 3rd to the 17th for the funeral services.  It is nice to know how much my Dad will be miss, how much he loved us and how many lives he has touched.  The hardest thing I have ever done was tell the kids he is no longer with us on this Earth.  I cannot get the memory of their little faces out of my mind.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;April was the big month, I ended up being diagnosed with gestational diabetes early on in my pregnancy.  We had our planned csection for April 16th.  Sean came home on April 10.  We had a great few days, I had an ultrasound on the 14th and they decided our baby boy needed to come early.  On April 15, 2010 tiny, healthy 5 pounds 11 oz Lucas Ryker came into this world.  Sean left on April 26th back to Iraq.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last few months after that was a blur.  We made it though.  Sean came home the beginning of August.  We had a great few months, my Mom visited for Christmas.  February we found out we were moving.  So a week later, house goes on sale in a bad market and we are on the move and have to report to Virginia in 3 short months.  2 cars, 1 cat, 1 boat and 4 kids we drove for 12 days, saw a lot of America the beautiful.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here we are today, living onpost, Sean is working at the school house, I am being a stay at home Mom and we are finally settled.  It is great having him home and not having to worry so much about him leaving again.  Between the years of 2000-2010, he was gone over 4.5 years, not including training.  Now on to enjoying our life, finding peace and work on living on love .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4302095993201282586-2619307163224531462?l=goodmoving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodmoving.blogspot.com/feeds/2619307163224531462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4302095993201282586&amp;postID=2619307163224531462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302095993201282586/posts/default/2619307163224531462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302095993201282586/posts/default/2619307163224531462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodmoving.blogspot.com/2011/10/2-years-later.html' title='2 Years Later!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944029274096807351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oZ2-1PGzUyk/TqmXV1MMjJI/AAAAAAAAABE/Wm8iejb_qJE/s72-c/338746_2152650371473_1102811323_31986710_795661054_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302095993201282586.post-1455955026199314016</id><published>2009-08-14T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T21:55:08.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school tonsils deployment family disability'/><title type='text'>Weekends are hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fpv1T_TeK58/SoY_Onv5f7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/4nd5g_kRBJI/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370049126106496946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fpv1T_TeK58/SoY_Onv5f7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/4nd5g_kRBJI/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Everyone looks forward all week for the weekends, usually because it is family time. So once the weekend rolls around, I kind of dread it. 13, days, just 13 days since Sean left, only 352 to go. Wow, that seems like forever. I have been missing him like crazy the past few days. I think the lack of contact also does not help the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;From his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="'ft(" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1345655935&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Diepeveen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; is tired of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kuwait&lt;/span&gt; ready to go up north. it is too hot and to many sand storms to be here. it is going &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; be a long year in Iraq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I feel really bad for him, even though we miss him here, he misses everything going on here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Yesterday I took Sophia to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ENT&lt;/span&gt;. She has to have her tonsils out and it will be done on 9/11/09. It is scary to think about, I hope she will do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; but she is a bit of a drama queen. She will only go to school 3 days before she has her surgery. I worry so much about her, with her learning delay and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;speech&lt;/span&gt; problems, I do hope this will be the year for her to turn it all around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I also need to work on sleep. My sleep patterns have been so screwed up which leaves me tired and cranky. I am going to try to go to bed early tonight. I am about 2/3 way though The Time Travelers Wife. It is so good, I want to see the movie but I am scared of 1. crying, 2. being disappointed, 3. thinking of how it is like my life, always waiting. I really feel for Claire.&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/4302095993201282586-1455955026199314016?l=goodmoving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodmoving.blogspot.com/feeds/1455955026199314016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4302095993201282586&amp;postID=1455955026199314016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302095993201282586/posts/default/1455955026199314016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302095993201282586/posts/default/1455955026199314016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodmoving.blogspot.com/2009/08/weekends-are-hard.html' title='Weekends are hard'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944029274096807351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fpv1T_TeK58/SoY_Onv5f7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/4nd5g_kRBJI/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302095993201282586.post-1417977060908820220</id><published>2009-08-10T22:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:38:03.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Army Deployment declutter insomnia'/><title type='text'>Week 1</title><content type='html'>Well, Week 1 of 52 weeks is down.  This has been a vary long busy week.  It has been filled with get togethers with good friends, new friends, acquaintances and family.  I managed to have something planned 6 of the 7 days.  I watched 2 movies, Julie and Julia and Transformers 2(again).  Bad part, I fell asleep while watching both of them.  My sleep patterns are so screwed up.  I managed to do what I said I would not do during this deployment, wait by the computer.  Sean had IMed me saying he was going to dinner and would be back.  He never came back but I checked my messenger 20 million times, my Internet connection and tied myself to the house waiting for him to get online so I can talk to him.  I should know better, my life needs to move on even though he is not here and it is not good for me to wait for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the cleaning/decluttering process. &lt;br /&gt;X- Laundry Room&lt;br /&gt;X- Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;X- Living Room&lt;br /&gt;X- Kids Bathroom&lt;br /&gt;X- Girls Room&lt;br /&gt;- Master Bed&lt;br /&gt;- Master Bath&lt;br /&gt;- Boy Room&lt;br /&gt;- Garage&lt;br /&gt;- Yard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something I need to do, I need to get my house in order.  Once it is in order, I can start the year on a new foot.  I have a few things I need to put on craigslist.  So much to do so little time.  I just need to get my energy back up and really focus on the things that are important to me and for the kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302095993201282586-1417977060908820220?l=goodmoving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodmoving.blogspot.com/feeds/1417977060908820220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4302095993201282586&amp;postID=1417977060908820220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302095993201282586/posts/default/1417977060908820220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302095993201282586/posts/default/1417977060908820220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodmoving.blogspot.com/2009/08/week-1.html' title='Week 1'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944029274096807351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302095993201282586.post-2738162998722874169</id><published>2009-08-06T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:18:41.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deployment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='military'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='army'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down'/><title type='text'>This is it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpv1T_TeK58/SnuOsS7PLKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fWiO9SWwm7U/s1600-h/136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367040272587762850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpv1T_TeK58/SnuOsS7PLKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fWiO9SWwm7U/s320/136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The countdown came and went now it is the 4 of us waiting the next 363 days until we are a family unit again. I guess I could say 5 of us waiting, we will be waiting over here, he will be waiting over there. I have been super busy since Monday when he left, friends visiting, visiting friends, now it is just us at home. Today our first full day home, it was very depressing :laugh: I did get so much done, cleaned and organized the kitchen, laundry room and coat closet. Tomorrow is another day and I will have more places to clean and organize. Things are starting to slow down. One thing that has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; been lacking is the amount of sleep I need to function. I do hope soon it will get better. Tonight, I have a plan of going to bed early and getting a great nights rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids are doing well. It has been hard for them, they break my heart. I can deal with this but they did not ask for this. I guess that is life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302095993201282586-2738162998722874169?l=goodmoving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodmoving.blogspot.com/feeds/2738162998722874169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4302095993201282586&amp;postID=2738162998722874169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302095993201282586/posts/default/2738162998722874169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302095993201282586/posts/default/2738162998722874169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodmoving.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-it.html' title='This is it!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944029274096807351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpv1T_TeK58/SnuOsS7PLKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fWiO9SWwm7U/s72-c/136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302095993201282586.post-5245081230139269163</id><published>2009-07-02T07:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T07:58:01.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another busy Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bigbabygirl/iPhoneUpload-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 423px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 390px" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bigbabygirl/iPhoneUpload-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Where does time go, I have no idea. In the past few weeks, I now have a 7 year old instead of a 6 year old. I am a year older but getting better with age. Time is counting down, less then a month of enjoying Sean being around before he goes back to Iraq.... again. The garden is doing well, I am running out of room. I think next year it will just have to be bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tomitillo&lt;/span&gt; plant is bigger then my 5 year old. My beautiful broccoli is growing like crazy and my zucchini is producing by the handful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still on week 6 of couch to 5K.  One day I will finish this program!  I am on book 3 of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sookie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Stackhouse&lt;/span&gt; books.   I have not figured out a way to read while running on the treadmill.  I tried it once, it did not go well.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July is 2 days away.  Wow, it does not feel like that long ago at all we celebrated last year.  We did not go crazy buying fireworks but we still walked out spending more then what we planned on spending.  So another busy Summer is going by way to quick.  I just want to hold on to the next few weeks and not let them go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302095993201282586-5245081230139269163?l=goodmoving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodmoving.blogspot.com/feeds/5245081230139269163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4302095993201282586&amp;postID=5245081230139269163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302095993201282586/posts/default/5245081230139269163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302095993201282586/posts/default/5245081230139269163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodmoving.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-busy-summer.html' title='Another busy Summer'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944029274096807351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302095993201282586.post-1605866445631456224</id><published>2009-05-03T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T07:47:26.006-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult'/><title type='text'>Being an adult is overrated!</title><content type='html'>You know when you have 8 million things to do but cannot seem to get them done, that is me.  My list of things to do is overflowing.  Next week I turn over the role of President at Joey's preschool to the next sucker, oops I mean, leader.  I have 2 weeks left of school then I am done and I plan on taking a break until June!  Then there is the house, so much needs to be done.  I want to have fun though.  I do not want to me mowing the lawn, I want to be out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wake boarding&lt;/span&gt; or riding my motorcycle!  It sucks being an adult.  Maybe I will go running another thing I need to do but I hate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302095993201282586-1605866445631456224?l=goodmoving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodmoving.blogspot.com/feeds/1605866445631456224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4302095993201282586&amp;postID=1605866445631456224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302095993201282586/posts/default/1605866445631456224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302095993201282586/posts/default/1605866445631456224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodmoving.blogspot.com/2009/05/being-adult-is-overrated.html' title='Being an adult is overrated!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944029274096807351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302095993201282586.post-6152980668187362549</id><published>2009-04-29T10:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:16:48.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii Fit</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;After avoiding everything I have to do, school work, yard work and house work, I decided to play Wii Fit.  This thing can be fun, I always wondered why I do not play with it more often.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. It is good for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.  Keeps me from gaining weight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.  Can be a waste of time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A big waste of time is what I did last night but I did get 30 fit points put into my bank.  I think my new goal is to give myself a half hour per day 5 days per week and get my butt on there.  I could also give myself a half hour tonight to actually do some dishes, but my Wii fit is so much more fun and good for me.  Or I could catch up on my school work, but is that really goood for me?  Maybe I will make my Wii goal once my house is cleaned and school work is done, I wonder how many years away that will be??!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302095993201282586-6152980668187362549?l=goodmoving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodmoving.blogspot.com/feeds/6152980668187362549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4302095993201282586&amp;postID=6152980668187362549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302095993201282586/posts/default/6152980668187362549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302095993201282586/posts/default/6152980668187362549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodmoving.blogspot.com/2009/04/wii-fit.html' title='Wii Fit'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944029274096807351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302095993201282586.post-1228750662214145393</id><published>2009-04-28T16:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T16:56:03.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snowboarding'/><title type='text'>Good Moving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329892809514278146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fpv1T_TeK58/SfeVRXIB3QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H-tkvmeut6w/s320/129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;What I would like to be doing right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I would rather be snowboarding.  The end of the season has hit.  I find it so depressing.  For once in my life, I have dreaded Summer and warm weather.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I am counting down the months until I can unpack my board and get back to doing what I found I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;The funny part is, I could have been doing this for the past 13 years.  It took me 13 years after my first lesson to get on a board again.  13 wasted years of not snowboarding because when I first tried, I thought it was not fun.  In those 13 years I had 3 kids and moved 8 times and have lived in 4 different states, I guess that is not really wasted time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I am not a good snowboarder, I actually kind of suck.  I will get better though.  Each time I have gone out, I have pushed myself.  Pushing feels good.  I think that will be my new goal, to push myself in what ever I do.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;My next goal, to master the art of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wake boarding&lt;/span&gt;.  I guess I should be excited for Summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302095993201282586-1228750662214145393?l=goodmoving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodmoving.blogspot.com/feeds/1228750662214145393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4302095993201282586&amp;postID=1228750662214145393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302095993201282586/posts/default/1228750662214145393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302095993201282586/posts/default/1228750662214145393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodmoving.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-moving.html' title='Good Moving'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944029274096807351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fpv1T_TeK58/SfeVRXIB3QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H-tkvmeut6w/s72-c/129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
