<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362800</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 25 Dec 2009 16:25:33 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>What Do I Have to Say?</title><description></description><link>http://murphymom.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>murphymom@gmail.com (Rebecca)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>217</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362800.post-6343299582131623370</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Dec 2009 02:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-22T18:20:26.003-08:00</atom:updated><title>In a Whisper...</title><description>i think i'm done... i &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362800-6343299582131623370?l=murphymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymom.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-whisper.html</link><author>murphymom@gmail.com (Rebecca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362800.post-5351979991688659642</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Dec 2009 22:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-21T14:20:48.462-08:00</atom:updated><title>Bliss &amp; Cheers!</title><description>&lt;div style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; FLOAT: right; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51825655@N00/4203793270/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4003/4203793270_908694cb08_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51825655@N00/4203793270/"&gt;Christmas 09 013&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/51825655@N00/"&gt;murphymomx3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am really ready for this break.  I need time to re-charge and have some quiet time...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I started and finished a sweater yesterday...  I think these might be my new favorite things to make!  I wonder how many I can finish by Christmas morning?&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362800-5351979991688659642?l=murphymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymom.blogspot.com/2009/12/bliss-cheers.html</link><author>murphymom@gmail.com (Rebecca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362800.post-7500606092768906252</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Dec 2009 23:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-12T15:14:08.209-08:00</atom:updated><title>Hey</title><description>Christmas presents bought:  5&lt;br /&gt;Cookies baked:  9 dozen&lt;br /&gt;Church members I would like to punt down the street:  unknown at this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like something or someone, unless they are doing harm, shut up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just shut up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362800-7500606092768906252?l=murphymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymom.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey.html</link><author>murphymom@gmail.com (Rebecca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362800.post-6885474736253508956</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2009 04:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-03T20:47:41.019-08:00</atom:updated><title>Hidden Agenda</title><description>Say what you mean and mean what you say.  Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362800-6885474736253508956?l=murphymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymom.blogspot.com/2009/12/hidden-agenda.html</link><author>murphymom@gmail.com (Rebecca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362800.post-6675749461460561144</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 16:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-26T08:13:38.360-08:00</atom:updated><title>home</title><description>i'm home where it's warm and cozy. home with my boys. home with my dog who would be all alone if we had traveled. home with all the delicious smells. home with the anticipation of what's yet to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362800-6675749461460561144?l=murphymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymom.blogspot.com/2009/11/full.html</link><author>murphymom@gmail.com (Rebecca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362800.post-2084673458466222024</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 16:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-22T08:17:01.822-08:00</atom:updated><title>Fever</title><description>I asked Sean to buy a thermometer yesterday.  We haven't had one for, oh, 6 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The verdict... 101.  And that is with medicine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362800-2084673458466222024?l=murphymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymom.blogspot.com/2009/11/fever.html</link><author>murphymom@gmail.com (Rebecca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362800.post-4098063017307255443</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 04:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T20:19:02.148-08:00</atom:updated><title>If</title><description>you didn't show up somewhere, I would call you.  I would call you just to make sure you were ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mean people suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362800-4098063017307255443?l=murphymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymom.blogspot.com/2009/11/if.html</link><author>murphymom@gmail.com (Rebecca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362800.post-9061026066556023009</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 04:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-12T20:48:40.991-08:00</atom:updated><title>Don't Tell ME What I Want</title><description>I'll tell &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; what &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; want!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362800-9061026066556023009?l=murphymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymom.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-tell-me-what-i-want.html</link><author>murphymom@gmail.com (Rebecca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362800.post-6920992522013151454</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 03:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-27T20:08:36.564-07:00</atom:updated><title>Wow</title><description>In the past 3 days, I have been shocked to read some really rude comments on facebook.  Either people have a lot of nerve, or they are more stupid than they appear in real life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362800-6920992522013151454?l=murphymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymom.blogspot.com/2009/10/wow.html</link><author>murphymom@gmail.com (Rebecca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362800.post-909859586780792538</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 00:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-27T17:59:41.570-07:00</atom:updated><title>Books</title><description>I love to read. I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; love to re-read favorite books. Right now, I'm reading, again, the Mitford books. I find myself reaching for these books when my life is going too fast, when I need a quiet, comforting retreat.  These books help me take a step back and look at what's important and what isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have books you love?  Do you have books you re-read?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362800-909859586780792538?l=murphymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymom.blogspot.com/2009/10/books.html</link><author>murphymom@gmail.com (Rebecca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362800.post-6448132154258495720</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 21:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-18T14:24:46.277-07:00</atom:updated><title>Only One</title><description>I oftentimes forget that I only get to do this once.  When I do remember, I become much more selective of how I spend my time, and with whom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly, I don't remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362800-6448132154258495720?l=murphymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymom.blogspot.com/2009/10/only-one.html</link><author>murphymom@gmail.com (Rebecca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362800.post-1263190527624841136</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 22:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-08T15:27:40.001-07:00</atom:updated><title>So Frustrated</title><description>Are the problem and the solution mutually exclusive?  What happened to process?  What happened to growing?  Is there anysuchthing as a different perspective?  Different point of view?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362800-1263190527624841136?l=murphymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymom.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-frustrated.html</link><author>murphymom@gmail.com (Rebecca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362800.post-7720685741234178074</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Oct 2009 12:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-02T05:13:41.508-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Being a grown up doesn't mean you don't get your feelings hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362800-7720685741234178074?l=murphymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymom.blogspot.com/2009/10/being-grown-up-doesnt-mean-you-dont-get.html</link><author>murphymom@gmail.com (Rebecca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362800.post-2857509515059574147</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 02:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-22T19:40:21.471-07:00</atom:updated><title>Bad Habit</title><description>Gotta break the bad habit of making easy things difficult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362800-2857509515059574147?l=murphymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymom.blogspot.com/2009/09/bad-habit.html</link><author>murphymom@gmail.com (Rebecca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362800.post-822299482201023401</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 02:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-08T19:32:00.673-07:00</atom:updated><title>Act Two</title><description>Blocked!  Now to work on dance numbers &amp;amp; costumes &amp;amp; lighting &amp;amp; sound &amp;amp; publicity &amp;amp; sound cues &amp;amp; .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362800-822299482201023401?l=murphymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymom.blogspot.com/2009/09/act-two.html</link><author>murphymom@gmail.com (Rebecca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362800.post-8912229098712122963</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 02:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-07T19:27:32.194-07:00</atom:updated><title>Act One</title><description>75% blocked!  Woot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362800-8912229098712122963?l=murphymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymom.blogspot.com/2009/09/act-one.html</link><author>murphymom@gmail.com (Rebecca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362800.post-5503837785208183468</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Aug 2009 22:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-30T15:34:28.235-07:00</atom:updated><title>New Project</title><description>Tonight is the first rehearsal for "You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown".  I had super talented people audition which made casting the show a breeze!  I pray the rest of the process is as easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so fortunate that I get to spend my days and evenings doing things I so enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so very blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362800-5503837785208183468?l=murphymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymom.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-project.html</link><author>murphymom@gmail.com (Rebecca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362800.post-2948513602101269362</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 14:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-22T07:42:16.100-07:00</atom:updated><title>Stitches</title><description>We had a great time up north on our vacation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started out in Iowa City for the 100 Year Party and a tennis tournament.  It was fun getting together with old friends and celebrating the passage of time with them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tournament went well.  We loved Iowa City and plan to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to Chicago where we met up with Aidan who had already been there for 2 weeks!  He had a great time visiting with his cousins, going to Great America, Lake Michigan and just hanging out.  It seemed like he had grown 6 inches while he was gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephews and niece are always such fun.  This particular visit, my youngest nephew Reid(age 3) was into watching "Mama Mia".  Lover of musical theater that I am, I joined right in.  After about the 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; viewing, I was fading... He is so cute!  Knows all the songs, some of the lines and is perfecting his dance moves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed up to Milwaukee for a visit with my Aunt Nancy and Uncle Jeff.  We had a nice time and they served us a delicious lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then into Milwaukee for a 2 day visit with my dad and his wife.  One of the highlights of the trip was getting my grandmother's ring from my dad.  On my last visit with her, my grandmother said I could have "her ring".  Unfortunately during that visit, my grandmother passed away while out shopping with me.  My Aunt Noel took the ring at that time promising me I would get it back.  Years have passed and I figured the ring was no more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before we left on our trip, my dad called and told me my aunt had mailed him the ring.  I couldn't wait to get to his house to see it!  It is even more beautiful than I remembered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for a trip to the emergency room for stitches, it was a great trip and perfect way to end the summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362800-2948513602101269362?l=murphymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymom.blogspot.com/2009/08/stitches.html</link><author>murphymom@gmail.com (Rebecca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362800.post-7647419924711236651</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2009 17:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-06T10:32:01.328-07:00</atom:updated><title>Away</title><description>And we're off... more next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362800-7647419924711236651?l=murphymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymom.blogspot.com/2009/08/away.html</link><author>murphymom@gmail.com (Rebecca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362800.post-6278705036648109852</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 02:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-27T19:45:11.159-07:00</atom:updated><title>Pray without Ceasing</title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Prayers for Stellan" src="http://www.preshwebdesign.com/images/stellanprayers.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please pray for Stellan. He's very ill right now and fighting for his life. His story is here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.mycharmingkids.net/ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362800-6278705036648109852?l=murphymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymom.blogspot.com/2009/07/pray-without-ceasing.html</link><author>murphymom@gmail.com (Rebecca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362800.post-2678655855165778631</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2009 03:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-16T20:57:24.794-07:00</atom:updated><title>And that's the ball game</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sEwLxnd3vrc/Sl_2RsIcMcI/AAAAAAAABZM/_u49twwt75g/s1600-h/IM000843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359272865358950850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sEwLxnd3vrc/Sl_2RsIcMcI/AAAAAAAABZM/_u49twwt75g/s400/IM000843.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time marches on whether we want it to or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362800-2678655855165778631?l=murphymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymom.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-thats-ball-game.html</link><author>murphymom@gmail.com (Rebecca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sEwLxnd3vrc/Sl_2RsIcMcI/AAAAAAAABZM/_u49twwt75g/s72-c/IM000843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362800.post-1639334009202133685</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Jul 2009 05:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-11T22:59:24.049-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sometimes</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sEwLxnd3vrc/Sll7p_Di2PI/AAAAAAAABZE/O-hnzS0fqBQ/s1600-h/August+2008+083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357449192965069042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sEwLxnd3vrc/Sll7p_Di2PI/AAAAAAAABZE/O-hnzS0fqBQ/s400/August+2008+083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dreams do come true.&lt;br /&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/18362800-1639334009202133685?l=murphymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymom.blogspot.com/2009/07/sometimes.html</link><author>murphymom@gmail.com (Rebecca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sEwLxnd3vrc/Sll7p_Di2PI/AAAAAAAABZE/O-hnzS0fqBQ/s72-c/August+2008+083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362800.post-8424777113054861908</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2009 17:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-03T10:51:54.770-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sEwLxnd3vrc/Sk5EUZLAmZI/AAAAAAAABY8/LBa-wBemdHk/s1600-h/June+2009+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354292124135233938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sEwLxnd3vrc/Sk5EUZLAmZI/AAAAAAAABY8/LBa-wBemdHk/s400/June+2009+026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we spent the day in Pella, IA at a tennis tournament. Ethan asked if he could try competing in a tournament even though he's only been playing a few months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He played well in his first match holding his serve and keeping score. In these tournament, the players call the balls in or out and keep track of their score. It's a lot to think about and he did a great job for his first time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354290302867114162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sEwLxnd3vrc/Sk5CqYa2iLI/AAAAAAAABY0/uf0DpbGCa14/s400/June+2009+028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After finishing this match at 8:50AM, we began the wait for him to play in the consolation round. We waited and waited and waited and watched some other Kirksville kids play their matches and waited some more! Finally at 4:50PM (ARGH!!) he was told to go to a different park where there was an open court. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half way through the second set, Ethan calmly asked his opponent if he was going to keep cheating and call in balls out? The kid said what and Ethan repeated his question and told him if he was going to keep cheating, he was finished playing him because he doesn't play cheaters. OMG I almost died listening to this! Ethan then walked over and began to pack up his bag when a tournament official asked what was happening. He told her what he had just told his opponent and she said she would not call the balls but would monitor their court. Ethan went on to win 2 more games during that set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354289338770111394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sEwLxnd3vrc/Sk5ByQ4Nu6I/AAAAAAAABYs/H36XoVZZ23U/s400/June+2009+029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so proud of him. He confronted the problem head on and took care of business!&lt;br /&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/18362800-8424777113054861908?l=murphymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymom.blogspot.com/2009/07/yesterday-we-spent-day-in-pella-ia-at.html</link><author>murphymom@gmail.com (Rebecca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sEwLxnd3vrc/Sk5EUZLAmZI/AAAAAAAABY8/LBa-wBemdHk/s72-c/June+2009+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362800.post-6672445804756977514</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Jul 2009 13:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-01T08:35:07.694-07:00</atom:updated><title>Summer</title><description>If one more person tells me I should be grateful I had a summer school job I might smack them. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 46 years old. I know quite a bit about being grateful.  &lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; don't live in my head so don't try and tell me how I should be feeling. Don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got lots of things cooking for the rest of my summer. I'm excited about them and as of right now, the nastiness is over. Just don't tell me I should be grateful....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362800-6672445804756977514?l=murphymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymom.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer.html</link><author>murphymom@gmail.com (Rebecca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362800.post-1260722814377879172</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Jun 2009 06:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-26T23:25:35.220-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Much better.  Much, much better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362800-1260722814377879172?l=murphymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://murphymom.blogspot.com/2009/06/much-better.html</link><author>murphymom@gmail.com (Rebecca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>