<?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-7569276197796241466</id><updated>2011-10-02T10:36:21.689-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama Bear Ganley</title><subtitle type='html'>An Army wife with seven children. We were recently stationed in Hawaii. Our family has been through a lot over the years, but we are thankful to God who has blessed us so richly. He has given us more then we need, and so much more then we deserve.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-4670915562082766677</id><published>2011-10-02T10:36:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T10:36:21.702-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Food</title><summary type='text'>The other day I decided to make some baby food for Zachary. I had some extra veggies so I thought I would use them to make him some homemade food. After I was done I thought to myself  "Wow, look at me- just like the pioneer women." I then laughed at how silly that comment was. How I made the baby food:

1. Cut up veggies and put them into microwave safe bowl

2. Steam veggies in Microwave

3. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/4670915562082766677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=4670915562082766677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/4670915562082766677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/4670915562082766677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2011/10/baby-food.html' title='Baby Food'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-8424875597381109391</id><published>2011-09-16T16:48:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T16:48:16.241-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Craigslist Ad</title><summary type='text'>I thought this was Hilarious!!!!



Yoga mat for sale. Used once. - $1 (Bellevue)Date: 2011-09-13, 10:32PM PDT
Reply to: sale-cbz7z-2597736393@craigslist.org [Errors when replying to ads?]
Yoga mat for sale. Used once at lunch hour class in December 2009. Usage timeline as follows:

11:45a
Register for hot yoga class. Infinite wisdom tells me to commit to 5 class package and purchase a yoga mat. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/8424875597381109391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=8424875597381109391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/8424875597381109391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/8424875597381109391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2011/09/craigslist-ad.html' title='Craigslist Ad'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NFLQcRlaImo/TnQKUrDI_1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/-1v6oiJgEPI/s72-c/yoga+mat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-8561849141585080785</id><published>2011-09-14T11:23:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T11:23:08.739-10:00</updated><title type='text'>A note</title><summary type='text'>The other day my kids were being such turds - I know it is hard to imagine from those angels. It was one of those days that I just threw my hands in the air and said "That's it, I am done." That evening I had a meeting to go to and was quite relieved to be able to leave the house. When I returned home I had this note on the door from my Sarah, I thought it was very sweet........

Thank you for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/8561849141585080785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=8561849141585080785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/8561849141585080785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/8561849141585080785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2011/09/note.html' title='A note'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-1559146140023742148</id><published>2011-09-11T13:11:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:11:55.899-10:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11 Remembered</title><summary type='text'>This was the speech that George W. Bush gave that evening after the attack on 9-11-01.

Good evening.

Today, our fellow citizens, our way of life, our very freedom came under attack in a series of deliberate and deadly terrorist acts. The victims were in airplanes or in their offices: secretaries, business men and women, military and federal workers, moms and dads, friends and neighbors. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/1559146140023742148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=1559146140023742148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/1559146140023742148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/1559146140023742148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2011/09/911-remembered.html' title='9/11 Remembered'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-1940538283258565999</id><published>2011-09-08T20:53:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T20:53:40.759-10:00</updated><title type='text'>changes</title><summary type='text'>Well changes are brewing over here in the Ganley house. We recently found out that Derek made Warrant Officer (Go Derek!). Which means we will be experiencing some big changes in the next couple of years. The first of which, we will finally be moving off this rock! Yeah! Although I must say I am very saddened with the thought of saying good bye to the friends we have made here. Secondly, we will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/1940538283258565999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=1940538283258565999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/1940538283258565999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/1940538283258565999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2011/09/changes.html' title='changes'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-4054497702397114404</id><published>2011-06-29T10:17:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T10:17:13.615-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Years</title><summary type='text'>I realized the other day, that we have been stationed on this island for THREE years! That is actually a record for our family. There are a few things I have learned in the three years that we have been here.......

The Hawaiian vacation is VERY different then the Hawaiian living.
You can have children happy to attend school every year, until they enter a Hawaiian school.
You can never say never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/4054497702397114404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=4054497702397114404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/4054497702397114404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/4054497702397114404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2011/06/three-years.html' title='Three Years'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-8159499155840587755</id><published>2011-06-17T10:16:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T10:16:17.013-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Lapbook</title><summary type='text'>I posted awhile back on facebook about doing a Resurrection Egg lapbook for homeschooling. I kept meaning to take pictures to show people what it was all about, but I forgot. While I was cleaning up the homeschool room and going through all the papers, I found them, and decided to take pictures for all of you to see. I loved this project, and I think we learned more this year about the final week</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/8159499155840587755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=8159499155840587755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/8159499155840587755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/8159499155840587755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2011/06/easter-lapbook.html' title='Easter Lapbook'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nTiWiR1hkKs/Tfuzbtavz1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/7zPI6YuxOFY/s72-c/June2011+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-6631858189864412070</id><published>2011-05-13T07:55:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T07:55:32.383-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Years</title><summary type='text'>Derek and I just celebrated our ten year anniversary yesterday. Ten years! I can't believe it has been that long, and on the other hand it seems like a lifetime ago. Looking back on where we were ten years ago, and where we are now- it is pretty amazing..... In those ten years we have........

Adopted three girls
given birth to four children
gone through three Iraq deployments
lived in Oklahoma
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/6631858189864412070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=6631858189864412070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/6631858189864412070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/6631858189864412070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2011/05/ten-years.html' title='Ten Years'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-8979273665942716255</id><published>2011-05-05T16:27:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T16:27:07.076-10:00</updated><title type='text'>I am baby</title><summary type='text'>




I am baby hear me roar!!!I was able to sneak a video of Zachary talking like crazy. As you can tell he doesn't talk as much as screech.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/8979273665942716255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=8979273665942716255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/8979273665942716255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/8979273665942716255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am-baby.html' title='I am baby'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-6446511070500433099</id><published>2011-04-11T17:41:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T17:41:08.852-10:00</updated><title type='text'>The word "sat"</title><summary type='text'>JoJo has finally mastered his letter knowledge and I have started to get him into being able to recognize simple words. I decided that the words that end in "at" would be a good place to start. So I made up some little cards for him with all the words that end in "at". He just needed to figure out the beginning sounds. He was very excited to be given his cards to practice and we sat down to go </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/6446511070500433099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=6446511070500433099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/6446511070500433099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/6446511070500433099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2011/04/word-sat.html' title='The word &quot;sat&quot;'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-8324521148285425222</id><published>2011-04-08T14:09:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T14:09:42.301-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Shutdown</title><summary type='text'>I know the talk everywhere right now is on the government shutdown and how this will effect the military families. I am very thankful that we will be able to ride the storm through for awhile, with little effect on our family. (Thank you tax return) I know for many families this will be a very stressful time and financially very difficult. I want to let anyone know that if they need help with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/8324521148285425222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=8324521148285425222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/8324521148285425222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/8324521148285425222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2011/04/shutdown.html' title='Shutdown'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-495001357425460299</id><published>2011-04-04T16:36:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T16:36:29.092-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Day</title><summary type='text'>

You know you had a hard day when you can fall asleep standing up.


Poor Laurelin was so tired after her day of playing, that she fell asleep leaning against the ottoman.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/495001357425460299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=495001357425460299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/495001357425460299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/495001357425460299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2011/04/hard-day.html' title='Hard Day'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4I7OtDljX4/TZp_a2L1esI/AAAAAAAAAEo/bSuhInthu6Y/s72-c/March2011+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-8202949992451248265</id><published>2011-04-01T13:03:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T13:03:09.971-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Diaper Changes</title><summary type='text'>I have never had a problem changing diapers. I was a pro by the time my first one was born, since I took care of my brother for years. I have bought countless packages of diapers over the years. (Don't even want to imagine how many). I never even considered other options besides the packaged kind. I have learned what brands work for my kids, and what ones leak horribly. With Zachary, I stocked up</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/8202949992451248265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=8202949992451248265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/8202949992451248265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/8202949992451248265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2011/04/diaper-changes.html' title='Diaper Changes'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-7904688791184198491</id><published>2011-03-24T17:15:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T17:15:42.774-10:00</updated><title type='text'>wubbanub</title><summary type='text'>The other day my mother-in-law were talking about how Suri Cruise was still using a binky, and wondering why everyone else was talking about the same thing! When she mentioned that it looked like she had a fancy binky in her mouth. It got me thinking, are their upscale binkies that my babies have not used? It was time to Google! Upon searching I came across a thing called a "Wubbanub". They are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/7904688791184198491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=7904688791184198491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/7904688791184198491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/7904688791184198491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2011/03/wubbanub.html' title='wubbanub'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NMY8-Y-bu98/TYwHLZV_D_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/kX--1dk4unE/s72-c/CIMG0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-5315195871550374872</id><published>2011-03-21T18:39:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T18:39:54.667-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing in the Rain</title><summary type='text'>The other morning I went to the grocery store with Zachary; leaving Derek to take care of the rest of the kids. While I was out, it started to pour down rain and drenched Zachary and I as we headed into the store. On the way home it was still raining hard, as I pulled into our cul-de-sac; I was surprised to see children outside playing, and thought to myself "who would let their kids play outside</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/5315195871550374872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=5315195871550374872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/5315195871550374872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/5315195871550374872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2011/03/singing-in-rain.html' title='Singing in the Rain'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-6831538670266216241</id><published>2011-03-18T18:06:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T18:06:59.681-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying and doing</title><summary type='text'>Lately I have been thinking about being more, to more people. I feel like I am stuck in a rut of superficiality. Maybe it is the whole facebook world, where you can feel like you are having a close relationship with someone via computers, and not feel like anything else is necessary. I want to get past that. I want face to face conversations. Maybe because I spend a majority of my life in my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/6831538670266216241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=6831538670266216241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/6831538670266216241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/6831538670266216241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2011/03/saying-and-doing.html' title='Saying and doing'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Q47ZBXwvui8/TYQrD61-OyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Oot_XMh1yr4/s72-c/n1300991256_30123068_4568552.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-5296659503402194896</id><published>2011-03-13T07:40:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T07:40:02.370-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympic Peninsula</title><summary type='text'>I had a dream the other night that I was at the Olympic National Forest visiting some of the places that Derek and I had gone on our honeymoon. I woke up with an ache in my heart for pine trees, ferns, crisp mountain air, and yes even the gray overcast days. It got me thinking about the fact that in less then two months Derek and I will have been married for TEN years. I am not surprised of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/5296659503402194896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=5296659503402194896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/5296659503402194896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/5296659503402194896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2011/03/olympic-peninsula.html' title='Olympic Peninsula'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-4946806718923072597</id><published>2011-03-03T16:54:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T16:54:18.883-10:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days</title><summary type='text'>Had one of those days today where you just decide to throw in the towel. Which I did at about 10am. I decided to call a mom day. Yes, I can have one once in awhile can't I? Sometimes trying to balance being a mom and being a teacher can be difficult. There are times where I can be yelling at the kids for not doing their chores, and walk into the homeschool room with a smile on my face and pretend</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/4946806718923072597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=4946806718923072597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/4946806718923072597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/4946806718923072597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-9084968444597760156</id><published>2011-03-01T17:24:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T17:24:02.892-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgusting!</title><summary type='text'>I am usually proud of the fact that I can catch my kids doing things that they aren't supposed to. I feel like I am preventing them from thinking they can get away with things on my watch. (I know I am delusional to think I have a clue what my kids are doing most of the time, but bear with me.) So as I was leaving Derek's work with all the kids in the back, I saw the guilty look on two of my kids</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/9084968444597760156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=9084968444597760156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/9084968444597760156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/9084968444597760156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2011/03/disgusting.html' title='Disgusting!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-2428464352733282284</id><published>2011-02-28T09:32:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T09:32:40.834-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's try this again</title><summary type='text'>Well I just looked at my blog, and I am shocked by how long it has been since I last blogged! Well that is sad to say the least. Let me see if I can try this blog thing again. I do enjoy writing down the things in my life, I have missed my ramblings. Let me catch up on the best thing that has happened since my last blog........
My baby boy Zachary IsaacHe was born on January 20,2011. What a joy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/2428464352733282284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=2428464352733282284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/2428464352733282284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/2428464352733282284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2011/02/lets-try-this-again.html' title='Let&apos;s try this again'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-j3Embkmxpi0/TWv3PFiMYII/AAAAAAAAADI/JpQJ7t5woUg/s72-c/Zachary+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-1064359211456562597</id><published>2010-04-15T20:15:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:15:23.125-10:00</updated><title type='text'>It happened</title><summary type='text'>I had blogged awhile back on the problems I had been facing with Laurelin becoming potty trained. I knew and she knew - that she was ready to start using the potty, but she seemed rather content to go on with life in her Princess pull-ups. That is until last week. For some reason out of the blue she started using the potty all by herself! No prompts, no bribes. She would come running to us and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/1064359211456562597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=1064359211456562597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/1064359211456562597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/1064359211456562597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-happened.html' title='It happened'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-4091973914315852730</id><published>2010-04-14T10:11:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T10:11:25.172-10:00</updated><title type='text'>It's arrived!</title><summary type='text'>What has become one of my favorite times of year, is new school material time. 
We just received our shipment for next years school supplies. All the books and materials necessary to teach four school aged children. {Gulp} I sorted through everything and separated them out by grade. That actually isn't all of it since I have some of the girls stuff that I bought awhile back. As you can see </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/4091973914315852730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=4091973914315852730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/4091973914315852730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/4091973914315852730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-arrived.html' title='It&apos;s arrived!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgxYZYMt34k/S8YhM6GjGwI/AAAAAAAAACw/P_Ex_Ul7lzw/s72-c/April10+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-3224542498335774601</id><published>2010-04-12T09:05:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T09:05:11.046-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Split Pea Soup</title><summary type='text'>This has become one of my favorite recipes, it is yummy, nutritious, and cheap. Three musts for me! On top of that it can be prepared in the morning in your slow cooker and dinner will be ready by evening!
Ingredients:
1 pkg. kielbasa 
2 carrots
32 oz. chicken broth (or if you are cheap like me I use half broth half water)
1 medium onion
1 pkg. dried split peas
salt, pepper to taste
1 tsp. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/3224542498335774601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=3224542498335774601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/3224542498335774601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/3224542498335774601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2010/04/split-pea-soup.html' title='Split Pea Soup'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-1956687552561789124</id><published>2010-04-04T07:46:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T07:46:25.272-10:00</updated><title type='text'>A new Tradition</title><summary type='text'>Easter has always been one of my favorite holidays, if not my favorite. (Thanksgiving is up there too.) I of course am so thankful that we have a day to celebrate the fact that our Lord and Savior died for us, but also that he was risen from the dead and conquered death for all eternity! Yeah!! What can be better then that? My sins have been washed clean with his blood, and now I know I can spend</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/1956687552561789124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=1956687552561789124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/1956687552561789124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/1956687552561789124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-tradition.html' title='A new Tradition'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-3831494684853630620</id><published>2010-04-03T17:36:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T17:36:08.082-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Crazy</title><summary type='text'>What a crazy afternoon we had dealing with Crazy (aka Matthias).  In the past few years we have dealt with alot of problems with running away, I mention it now and then and ask for prayer with our daughter Katie. If anyone has had a child run away, they know how hard and stressful it can be. Thankfully Katie seems to be doing better as of late (praise God!!!) but we had such a scare today! 
The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/3831494684853630620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=3831494684853630620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/3831494684853630620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/3831494684853630620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2010/04/crazy-crazy.html' title='Crazy Crazy'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-3062783193048683393</id><published>2010-03-29T16:49:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T16:49:18.934-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Short lived</title><summary type='text'>I have had a desire to have Laurelin use the potty for quite awhile now. I know she is perfectly capable of using one if she wanted to, the problem is that she seems perfectly content using her pull ups. So I have let the battle rest, knowing that she would eventually go, when she chose to go. (No children have gone to High School in diapers right?) Well the other day I decided to broach the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/3062783193048683393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=3062783193048683393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/3062783193048683393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/3062783193048683393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2010/03/short-lived.html' title='Short lived'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-4401792673916233098</id><published>2010-03-28T20:45:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T20:45:17.238-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairbrush</title><summary type='text'>"Oh where is my hairbrush? Oh where is my hairbrush?" 
That seems to have become my morning mantra as I get ready these last few mornings. The little song from Veggietales  playing through my head as I search for my missing hairbrush.  I have no idea where it could have gone, where would one hairbrush decide to go if it wanted to? I of course had to lose my hairbrush at the sametime that my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/4401792673916233098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=4401792673916233098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/4401792673916233098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/4401792673916233098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2010/03/hairbrush.html' title='Hairbrush'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-1521608293676809998</id><published>2010-03-27T12:45:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T12:45:22.312-10:00</updated><title type='text'>knock at the door</title><summary type='text'>Last night while I was playing Mario Kart, there was a knock at the door. I opened the door to find two ladies standing there. They wanted to inform me that they were going to have a party across the street and that they might get loud later on, but that I could just come over there and let them know and they would calm down. I have seen these ladies before, but have never personally met them, as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/1521608293676809998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=1521608293676809998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/1521608293676809998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/1521608293676809998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2010/03/knock-at-door.html' title='knock at the door'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-4744673001100770066</id><published>2010-03-26T13:27:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T13:27:41.242-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Commissary etiquette</title><summary type='text'>Okay I have a problem that I have to get off my chest, and this is directed at anyone that uses the Military grocery store (anyone) called the Commissary. I understand that the Commissary works a bit different then a regular grocery store, but the same principle still applies, when a lane is open you move to the next one. Rather simple I think, but for some people they seem completely baffled </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/4744673001100770066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=4744673001100770066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/4744673001100770066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/4744673001100770066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2010/03/commissary-etiquette.html' title='Commissary etiquette'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-5737392882320995291</id><published>2010-03-24T12:49:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T12:50:34.110-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeschool materials</title><summary type='text'>One of the fun things that I have found from homeschooling, is the fun of picking out all the materials necessary to homeschool each child. When I first started looking into homeschooling there  were a few things that I required:
1. It was a Christian based curriculum
 2. It had to be textbook based, I didnt want it to be straight from the computer
 3. It couldnt be very expensive.
Those were the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/5737392882320995291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=5737392882320995291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/5737392882320995291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/5737392882320995291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2010/03/homeschool-materials.html' title='Homeschool materials'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-1483216949120099907</id><published>2010-03-12T15:04:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T15:14:36.893-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Healthy Eating</title><summary type='text'>Matthias has recently started a unit in Science on the food pyramid. He is learning about what foods are healthy and what foods are not. I am starting to think that he might be taking this knowledge a little too far. He is now aware of what foods are good for you and how they work to help you grow, such as proteins and carbohydrates. What has me wondering though, is the fact that every meal I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/1483216949120099907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=1483216949120099907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/1483216949120099907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/1483216949120099907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2010/03/healthy-eating.html' title='Healthy Eating'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-8196597677743570689</id><published>2010-02-18T07:40:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T07:45:48.214-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Military kids</title><summary type='text'>I have never really given much thought about how different it is for children who have parents that are in the military compared to children who have parents in the civilian world. Although we do deal with deployment problems, I guess I assume that overall there isn't much difference.  While I was taking Derek to work this morning, I did realize that somethings are in fact greatly different. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/8196597677743570689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=8196597677743570689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/8196597677743570689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/8196597677743570689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2010/02/military-kids.html' title='Military kids'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-6029033163858445347</id><published>2010-01-08T13:16:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:26:19.812-10:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days.....</title><summary type='text'>Here is a day in the life of a mom with six kids.....Sat down on the couch this morning to take a couple minute break, only to discover that someone peed on the couch, when mentioned to the children about the couch being wet, I get the response "yeah, Laurelin peed on it". Thanks for letting mom know. Had to go dig out my little green cleaning machine because now that the pee was set in, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/6029033163858445347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=6029033163858445347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/6029033163858445347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/6029033163858445347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days.....'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-3509097231871752841</id><published>2009-12-31T17:33:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T17:50:55.286-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolution Time</title><summary type='text'>Well it is about the start of a new year and that of course brings about New Year resolutions. I am not the biggest fan of resolutions, just because I think it tends to bring on more stress and disappointment then any real joy or peace. I am however a fan of looking over the past year and to see where I am at now compared to just a year ago. The last few years I have really been focusing on my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/3509097231871752841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=3509097231871752841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/3509097231871752841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/3509097231871752841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2009/12/resolution-time.html' title='Resolution Time'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-4291252426179254752</id><published>2009-12-07T07:57:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T08:05:40.793-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Jurassic Park</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday our family went to the Bishop Museum down in Honolulu.  They have a big dinosaur exhibit that I knew the kids would enjoy. As we were walking to the museum from our van, Jessica came up next to me and wanted to walk with me ; here is the conversation that soon followed........Jessica: "They're only fake dinosaurs, right mom?"Me:  " I dont know we will have to wait and see."Jessica "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/4291252426179254752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=4291252426179254752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/4291252426179254752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/4291252426179254752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2009/12/jurassic-park.html' title='Jurassic Park'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-5018612893311414391</id><published>2009-11-10T19:58:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T20:06:23.541-10:00</updated><title type='text'>kids say the darndest things</title><summary type='text'>My little JoJo came to me the other day and was holding a Barbie. He asked if I could take off her pants. I said "okay". Was thinking to myself "oh isn't that cute he wants to play with his sisters." Then he asked if I could take off her shirt. I  started to hesitate, but figured "oh he must want to change her clothes". 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"No playing with balls or hula hoops today!" "NO RUNNING!!" " You guys can just stand and talk to your friends." I was grumbling to myself how crappy recess must be to just stand around and not be able to do anything because it was sprinkling a little. Then God had to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/953050945480191894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=953050945480191894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/953050945480191894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/953050945480191894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2009/11/pot-calling-kettle.html' title='Pot calling the kettle....'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-6427380229551690786</id><published>2009-09-15T16:02:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T16:14:35.190-10:00</updated><title type='text'>society pressures</title><summary type='text'>I have noticed lately that there is starting to be a seperation between my daughters whom I homeschool and the daughter that goes to public school. My children who stay home with me, have really stopped worrying about what they wear. (In fact I sometimes have to force them out of their pajamas before they start school.) And my daughter who spends at least an hour in the bathroom a day to primp </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/6427380229551690786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=6427380229551690786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/6427380229551690786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/6427380229551690786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2009/09/society-pressures.html' title='society pressures'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-1326923461569946969</id><published>2009-09-11T18:46:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T19:09:19.734-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartoon confusion</title><summary type='text'>With the many hours of mind numbing cartoons I have been forced to endure over the years, I have drawn some conclusions.......1. CPS should be over at Dora's parents house for child neglect and endangerment. She is constantly going into dangerous situations with just a monkey to help her!! If I allowed my little ones outside with just our bunny to help them, I would be considered a bad mother. Or</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/1326923461569946969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=1326923461569946969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/1326923461569946969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/1326923461569946969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2009/09/cartoon-confusion.html' title='Cartoon confusion'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-1692943072427654291</id><published>2009-09-07T16:10:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T16:16:31.247-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Snorking</title><summary type='text'>Derek and I went out the other night to see a movie and have some frozen yogurt. Yeah for date night!! When we got home I knew that there would be a Josiah either in our bed, or waiting in his bed to get me when I walked up the stairs, well in this case it was the later. He climbed out of his bed as soon as my foot hit the top stair. I told him that he should go back and sleep in his bed, but he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/1692943072427654291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=1692943072427654291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/1692943072427654291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/1692943072427654291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2009/09/snorking.html' title='Snorking'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-1237565387925836536</id><published>2009-09-01T08:15:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T11:52:11.371-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Pearls of Wisdom</title><summary type='text'>This was my devotional today, and I thought it was so unbelievably perfect to what I have been dealing with lately.....    Wholeness from God's perspective is to be complete; to know with the deep assurance that we are beloved by God with an everlasting, infinite, and unconditional love;..... to claim God's promises that we are victors through Christ Jesus over every negative situation and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/1237565387925836536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=1237565387925836536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/1237565387925836536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/1237565387925836536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2009/09/pearls-of-wisdom.html' title='Pearls of Wisdom'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-3917480578599542246</id><published>2009-08-26T11:06:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T11:18:37.416-10:00</updated><title type='text'>About time</title><summary type='text'>Well it has been awhile I see since I have blogged. I have lots to say, just little patience to do it. I am definetly the type of person that likes to keep things bottled up until I explode, or have a meltdown. I officially had one last weekend, so now that I am drained, I guess now would be a good time to start over and blog once again.  To start off with, I dont really want to talk much about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/3917480578599542246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=3917480578599542246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/3917480578599542246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/3917480578599542246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2009/08/about-time.html' title='About time'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-1155253469588030797</id><published>2009-06-02T08:34:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:51:57.641-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory loss</title><summary type='text'>I am starting to wonder if my older girls are suffering from memory loss. It seems like in the past few weeks they have forgotten every rule or guideline they have had to live with for the past 6-7 years.  I am constantly saying " You know you are not supposed to do that!" " Dont you remember the rule?"  I feel like I am having to re-teach them everything!!  I guess it is the preteen thing, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/1155253469588030797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=1155253469588030797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/1155253469588030797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/1155253469588030797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2009/06/memory-loss.html' title='Memory loss'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-909322965351822919</id><published>2009-05-28T10:51:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T10:55:09.606-10:00</updated><title type='text'>In the ghetto</title><summary type='text'>I have heard of the show "Dog the Bounty Hunter", but never saw it until yesterday. I became curious about the show after people told me that they lived on the Island of Oahu, so I was interested in seeing if I could recognize some of the places. I tuned in yesterday and they were catching a fugitive that lived in the town next to us, right by our church! I knew that area was not the best, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/909322965351822919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=909322965351822919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/909322965351822919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/909322965351822919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-ghetto.html' title='In the ghetto'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-3890725473703147278</id><published>2009-05-27T07:28:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T07:41:23.277-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Possibly</title><summary type='text'>I was so sick last week!! I woke up on Sunday morning feeling sick, I thought I could fight it off, and I would feel better during church~ I didnt. I came home and went straight to bed, and stayed there the rest of the week. I was so weak and had chills and/or sweats. On thursday I was worried that I was still sick, so I went to the ACC ~ which is like a prompt care clinic, I just wanted some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/3890725473703147278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=3890725473703147278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/3890725473703147278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/3890725473703147278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2009/05/possibly.html' title='Possibly'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-8294327425325549440</id><published>2009-04-26T08:17:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T08:23:31.922-10:00</updated><title type='text'>A success!!</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday we celebrated Sarah's 10th birthday, and I must say I believe it to be a success!!We rented a pontoon boat to take around Kaneohe Bay for four hours, and docking at the sand bar that is out there for us to snorkel or swim, or just walk around. I prayed all week that the day would be nice, i was worried about taking all the kids out on a boat when it is raining and cold. Well we woke up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/8294327425325549440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=8294327425325549440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/8294327425325549440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/8294327425325549440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2009/04/success.html' title='A success!!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-6563594067478874098</id><published>2009-04-22T08:28:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T08:36:55.600-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex Education</title><summary type='text'>Well I got the dreaded permission slip the other day. The fifth grade Sex Education form. How can any of my children be ready to learn about sex?!! Arent they still in the phase of "boys have cooties"? Honestly though, I am not that much in denial about my children. I know they are reaching the age where they are curious about those types of things. My two oldest are starting the first steps of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/6563594067478874098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=6563594067478874098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/6563594067478874098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/6563594067478874098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2009/04/sex-education.html' title='Sex Education'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-3338502129201250824</id><published>2009-04-19T07:48:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T07:56:34.888-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy Peasy</title><summary type='text'>Last night our pastor and his wife offered to take three of our children for the night. So that left us with just three kids.  We (or I should say I) thought it would be fun to have an evening at the beach with a picnic dinner. After dropping the three kids off, we headed out. We ended up at one of our favorite beaches in Hale'iwa. (Think 'Lost') It was such an amazing evening!! I got to go </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/3338502129201250824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=3338502129201250824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/3338502129201250824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/3338502129201250824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2009/04/easy-peasy.html' title='Easy Peasy'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-3287798208935205002</id><published>2009-04-16T09:25:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:34:05.623-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Belly button whoas</title><summary type='text'>Derek has been having pain in his belly button area for the last few weeks, last week he went to the doctors to see if they could figure out what the problem could be. After having blood work done and some xrays, we went home and waited for the results. And of course we heard nothing. The next day Derek called them, and they said they would have a doctor call him back when he read the results. We</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/3287798208935205002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=3287798208935205002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/3287798208935205002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/3287798208935205002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2009/04/belly-button-whoas.html' title='Belly button whoas'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-6942969961949209431</id><published>2009-04-15T07:39:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T07:42:43.071-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Verse for the day</title><summary type='text'>"Be sure to do what you should, for then you will enjoy the personal satisfaction of having done your work well, and you won’t need to compare yourself to anyone else."Galations 6:4I was sent this verse today, and I thought it was great.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/6942969961949209431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=6942969961949209431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/6942969961949209431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/6942969961949209431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2009/04/verse-for-day.html' title='Verse for the day'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-7061825377954640866</id><published>2009-04-07T12:25:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T12:34:05.765-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday girl</title><summary type='text'>April has come again, and that means planning for my daughter Sarah's birthday party. I dread this day. Sarah has always been a child who has felt that her birthday should be a national holiday, and I make the joke that the world was not created until Sarah was born- at least in her eyes. So I have this pressure to do something great for her birthday that will please her, and not break our budget</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/7061825377954640866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=7061825377954640866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/7061825377954640866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/7061825377954640866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthday-girl.html' title='Birthday girl'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-4720918617548323663</id><published>2009-03-20T08:04:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T08:12:47.940-10:00</updated><title type='text'>taking leave</title><summary type='text'>Derek has been trying to take a two week vacation for when he gets back from Virginia, but for some reason he keeps getting denied. He put in his leave papers back in January, but was turned down, for no real explanation, and then a week later he was sent an email telling him that he should turn in his leave papers, but it would have to be in the time frame of when he was in Virginia!! Which of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/4720918617548323663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=4720918617548323663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/4720918617548323663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/4720918617548323663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2009/03/taking-leave.html' title='taking leave'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-4126254312898971772</id><published>2009-03-16T08:07:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T08:21:48.653-10:00</updated><title type='text'>A must read</title><summary type='text'>My mother-in-law told me I should read this book called "The Shack". I was surprised she was so adamant for me to read it, but I said I would, and ultimately ordered it. Once i got it though I kind of put it off, and only read a little bit here and there. I finally told my mother-in-law I would read it this weekend. When I got home from church yesterday I decided I would lay down and read it. As </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/4126254312898971772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=4126254312898971772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/4126254312898971772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/4126254312898971772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2009/03/must-read.html' title='A must read'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-3424122095871318890</id><published>2009-03-12T18:06:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T18:33:54.386-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't understand</title><summary type='text'>One thing I dont understand about schools lately is that they actually have school days that say "Non-student day". So kids dont have school for that day!! How can you have a non-student day? Isnt school about students?!! I find this very irritating. I am sure they have a reason for these days, but I honestly can't say I ever had a "non-student" day. Of course now I sound like an old person with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/3424122095871318890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=3424122095871318890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/3424122095871318890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/3424122095871318890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-understand.html' title='Don&apos;t understand'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-6320108801061395281</id><published>2009-03-03T17:55:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:03:03.680-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of heart</title><summary type='text'>As stated earlier, I enjoy watching all the shows about families with big families. For a couple of reasons, I relate to alot of what they have going on with them, and I can sometimes come up with good ideas, or I feel really depressed that I could never measure up. I have always been against the thought of people filming our family, and the horror of actually people watching our life. I mean we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/6320108801061395281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=6320108801061395281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/6320108801061395281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/6320108801061395281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2009/03/change-of-heart.html' title='Change of heart'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-499731352069406048</id><published>2009-02-28T08:18:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T08:40:16.862-10:00</updated><title type='text'>a conversation of neighbors</title><summary type='text'>This is what I believe must have played out last night with my new neighbors.......Setting:  Schofield Barracks, 6 infantry soldiers returning home from 15 months in Iraq. around 8:30pm"Hey Bob you know what sounds really good?, some grilled food.""Good thinking Fred" " you know what would be really cool? grilling in the house!!" "That is a great idea, we could stay nice and warm in the house""</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/499731352069406048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=499731352069406048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/499731352069406048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/499731352069406048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2009/02/conversation-of-neighbors.html' title='a conversation of neighbors'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-7816301280812412973</id><published>2009-02-27T08:32:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T08:43:23.802-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Should we be worried?</title><summary type='text'>Should we be worried about what might be heading our way? Oh I could be speaking of many of things, the recession, end times, war in Iraq, but no, none of those things worry me as much as my little one year old girl who seems to be developing a shoe obsession. she has had a love for shoes since she was just a baby, she loved grabbing shoes, pointing at shoes, and her love for them have grown, she</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/7816301280812412973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=7816301280812412973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/7816301280812412973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/7816301280812412973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2009/02/should-we-be-worried.html' title='Should we be worried?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-6023138971910784314</id><published>2009-02-17T08:47:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T08:49:05.779-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Such an important thing to remember!!</title><summary type='text'>“Continue praying, keeping alert, and always thanking God.”Colossians 4:2Two words summarize Christ’s opinion of worry: irrelevant and irreverent.“Can all your worries add a single moment to your life? Of course not” (Matt. 6:27 NLT). Worry is irrelevant. It altars nothing.When was the last time you solved a problem by worrying about it? Imagine someone saying, “I got behind in my bills, so I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/6023138971910784314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=6023138971910784314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/6023138971910784314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/6023138971910784314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2009/02/such-important-thing-to-remember.html' title='Such an important thing to remember!!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-6187146638943211184</id><published>2009-02-12T08:24:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T08:35:20.893-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Betcha didnt know....</title><summary type='text'>One of the main reasons I wanted to visit the DC area again was to go to the Arlington Cemetery. I kicked myself for not going there when we actually lived there. So this was probably the last chance I would get to go, since I have very little desire to visit DC again. If you are curious why I wanted to go to Arlington Cemetery it is because my grandfather is buried there. He was actually a Medal</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/6187146638943211184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=6187146638943211184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/6187146638943211184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/6187146638943211184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2009/02/betcha-didnt-know.html' title='Betcha didnt know....'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgxYZYMt34k/SZRrJXgfxKI/AAAAAAAAACI/qo3XNgOe-Go/s72-c/Virginia+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-7302573291391063382</id><published>2009-02-10T01:48:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T14:41:43.023-10:00</updated><title type='text'>My husband</title><summary type='text'>I had a great weekend with my husband, it was so nice to get away just the two of us. We sure missed our kids though. And everything we went to we thought how great it would have bee if they were with us. I guess that is the paradox. When we have our kids we always think " It would be nice to just have it the two of us" and then when the kids are gone we think "Wish the kids were here too."  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/7302573291391063382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=7302573291391063382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/7302573291391063382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/7302573291391063382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-husband.html' title='My husband'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-7359307798586947074</id><published>2009-02-06T08:14:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T08:20:03.405-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Wouldn't ya know it?</title><summary type='text'>Well of course it would happen, I will be leaving for Virginia tonight for the next few days- my first trip by myself since having kids. And wouldnt ya know it- my three little ones are sitting on the couch sick!!!! Why oh Lord WHY??!!!  I was already trying not to panic about leaving my babies in the middle of the ocean, but then to leave them sick, oh dear. :(  Let me clarify the sickness, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/7359307798586947074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=7359307798586947074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/7359307798586947074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/7359307798586947074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2009/02/wouldnt-ya-know-it.html' title='Wouldn&apos;t ya know it?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-2525943475621440433</id><published>2009-02-02T09:17:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T09:24:54.483-10:00</updated><title type='text'>God knows</title><summary type='text'>It amazes me sometimes to see how God directs us, and leads us when we have no clue why. Last week Derek kept calling and telling me I should fly out to Virginia for the weekend, just to get away and spend some time together. I said "no way, we have no money". Well I looked into our checking account and saw we had more money then I thought ( for the record I tend to not look into our account, in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/2525943475621440433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=2525943475621440433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/2525943475621440433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/2525943475621440433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2009/02/god-knows.html' title='God knows'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-174809887521090920</id><published>2009-01-31T08:03:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T08:16:18.767-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost over</title><summary type='text'>Well we are almost done with this chaotic situation. Jeremy will be boarding his plane in a few hours, and I am looking forward to the relief that will follow. He has calmed down and apologized, but unfortunatley he still thinks that what he did was right, just that he apologized for the way things turned out. He doesnt see what could have happened, and doesnt see the hurt he caused me. He thinks</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/174809887521090920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=174809887521090920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/174809887521090920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/174809887521090920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2009/01/almost-over.html' title='Almost over'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-6024614969538005929</id><published>2009-01-28T09:07:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T09:14:57.537-10:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day!!</title><summary type='text'>What a day I had yesterday. I wont go into all the details, but I will say that we are sending Jeremy back to Washington as soon as we can. We had a falling out on Monday night because of something he said to my daughter that made me very mad. I had to go to a church meeting, and I didnt get back until late. Well the next morning I found out a lot of things that were said after I left. Such as I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/6024614969538005929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=6024614969538005929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/6024614969538005929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/6024614969538005929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-day.html' title='What a day!!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-4584494479562312121</id><published>2009-01-25T14:51:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:59:36.880-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Our hero!!</title><summary type='text'>We found out awhile back why Derek doesn't have to go back to Iraq this year, of why he was suddenly pulled off the roster.   Derek's chief came up to him and told him that he was so upset when he saw how Matthias reacted when Derek left; Matthias was crying and screaming for his dad, that the chief told Derek that he would never want to have Matthias go through that again, that he immediatly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/4584494479562312121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=4584494479562312121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/4584494479562312121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/4584494479562312121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-hero.html' title='Our hero!!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-3719960173148994610</id><published>2009-01-01T19:07:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:10:39.809-10:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Predictions</title><summary type='text'>Top Ten Predictions For 2009 1. The Bible will still have all the answers. 2. Prayer will still work.3. The Holy Spirit will still move. 4. God will still inhabit the praises of His people. 5. There will still be God-anointed preaching. 6. There will still be singing of praise to God. 7. God will still pour out blessings upon His people. 8. There will still be room at the Cross. 9. Jesus will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/3719960173148994610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=3719960173148994610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/3719960173148994610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/3719960173148994610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-predictions.html' title='2009 Predictions'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-1114658491996498394</id><published>2008-12-22T09:26:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T09:37:23.101-10:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas tree</title><summary type='text'>One of my favorite Christmas memories is of our Charlie Brown christmas tree that I set up when I was a teenager. I had found a poor little tree growing in our front yard, in a spot that was not going to allow it to grow properly, so I pulled it out and planted it in a pot and put in in our living room. Oh how I loved that tree! I was so proud of our little tree, and have looked back on it fondly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/1114658491996498394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=1114658491996498394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/1114658491996498394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/1114658491996498394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-tree.html' title='christmas tree'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgxYZYMt34k/SU_sYp1RauI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6O0P2aXQQfo/s72-c/christmas+outfits+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-2757207174834862808</id><published>2008-12-12T09:21:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:30:30.063-10:00</updated><title type='text'>adjustments</title><summary type='text'>Derek came home on Friday, Hooray!! What an answer to prayer it was for our entire family. I am so grateful to have my husband back, especially in time for Christmas. What an adjustment though it is to me! I have what you might call "control issues". Yes I admit it, I like to feel in control of things, rarely am I actually in control, but for a few brief moments I like to think I am. So while </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/2757207174834862808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=2757207174834862808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/2757207174834862808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/2757207174834862808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2008/12/adjustments.html' title='adjustments'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgxYZYMt34k/SUK7oZwCdbI/AAAAAAAAABw/eAitO5p2SE4/s72-c/december08+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-2919011323881508919</id><published>2008-12-05T08:17:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T08:28:57.197-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I woke up to quite a scare the other night. Laurelin had gone to bed cranky, she seemed to be complaining about something, but noone could really tell what was wrong. We figured it must be gas. There were no signs of anything else wrong. Well at midnight she woke up screaming, and it was obvious something was wrong.  I took off her diaper, but couldnt see anything wrong, and I moved her leg and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/2919011323881508919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=2919011323881508919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/2919011323881508919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/2919011323881508919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-woke-up-to-quite-scare-other-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-2646272405703098472</id><published>2008-12-01T13:26:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T13:41:28.841-10:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a God thing</title><summary type='text'>Derek was informed last week that he would be going back to Iraq at the end of March for another seven months. I guess the benefit of doing your job well, you get to go to Iraq first.  Well of course we were upset about this and Derek emailed everyone in his chain of command that this wasn't fair. Later on that day Derek received an email saying that Derek was off the roster for Iraq, and he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/2646272405703098472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=2646272405703098472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/2646272405703098472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/2646272405703098472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-god-thing.html' title='It&apos;s a God thing'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-5881865393131616682</id><published>2008-11-25T19:13:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T19:25:56.390-10:00</updated><title type='text'>maintenance</title><summary type='text'>I called maintenance yesterday to have them come and look at my stove. When I turn on my oven the kitchen smells like gas, sometimes I can smell it in other rooms. So this morning a guy came out to look at it. I turned it on, and left the room ( I had just poured a bowl of cereal, so had to eat it before it got soggy). A couple minutes later, he told me to come in and sign the work form. When I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/5881865393131616682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=5881865393131616682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/5881865393131616682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/5881865393131616682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2008/11/maintenance.html' title='maintenance'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-5439871013778787981</id><published>2008-11-21T14:51:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T15:22:55.922-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school</title><summary type='text'>Today I had the priviledge of going back to junior high. Oh yes the joy! I got a call from Jeremy's teacher today saying that he was acting up in class, so I told her I would be right down to surprise him. And surprised he was!  He thought I came to pick him up early, but I told him I wanted to speak to him outside. then he knew he was in trouble. So I talked to him about how he should behave and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/5439871013778787981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=5439871013778787981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/5439871013778787981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/5439871013778787981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-5513912262294669939</id><published>2008-11-20T09:58:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T10:15:48.100-10:00</updated><title type='text'>food donation</title><summary type='text'>I was amazed by our little church last night. We were leaving to go home after biblestudy, and our pastor came up to us and said that he had a food basket for us. I was excited about that, and he opened the back of his van and it was FULL of food!! He pulled box after box of food out to give to us. I was amazed. I guess he was given the food to pass out to families and need, and he picked us as a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/5513912262294669939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=5513912262294669939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/5513912262294669939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/5513912262294669939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2008/11/food-donation.html' title='food donation'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgxYZYMt34k/SSXDGieo6-I/AAAAAAAAABo/TGe2Hig6tSU/s72-c/november+029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-8718465777317194882</id><published>2008-11-19T11:50:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T12:19:55.348-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Help for a spouse of a deployed soldier</title><summary type='text'>Okay I must admit that I didnt write the next part, but someone sent this to me, and I thought it was so funny and so true that I just had to put it on my blog. I appreciate the offers of help. I really do.However, it’s fall, and the grass has pretty much stopped growing, so I don’t really need the lawn mowed.And that general, “So do you need anything?” question just begs for the answer “no.”But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/8718465777317194882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=8718465777317194882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/8718465777317194882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/8718465777317194882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2008/11/help-for-spouse-of-deployed-soldier.html' title='Help for a spouse of a deployed soldier'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-6742971586017595310</id><published>2008-11-17T09:18:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:37:46.994-10:00</updated><title type='text'>God's provisions</title><summary type='text'>Part of Sarah's homeschooling curiculum is Bible time. The other day we were reading in Luke about How Jesus tells us that we are to ask God and that he will provide for us. I was pointing out to Sarah that God does want to know the desires of our hearts, but that doesnt mean that he will provide everything we ask, and that we shouldnt use God as a wish list. And that he will give us what is good</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/6742971586017595310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=6742971586017595310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/6742971586017595310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/6742971586017595310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2008/11/gods-provisions.html' title='God&apos;s provisions'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-2625931397458822604</id><published>2008-11-16T18:13:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:35:49.297-10:00</updated><title type='text'>17 and counting</title><summary type='text'>I am sure a lot of people have heard of the family that has 17 children and counting. Well I have watched the show  a few times, and honestly everytime I feel like such a failure!! this mom has so many kids, but she doesnt raise her voice I doubt ever, and her kids are so well behaved. She took all her boys to a thrift store and didnt even yell when the boys got carried away, and she was pregnant</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/2625931397458822604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=2625931397458822604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/2625931397458822604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/2625931397458822604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2008/11/17-and-counting.html' title='17 and counting'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-2325993504701148896</id><published>2008-11-07T17:59:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:06:34.550-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise the Lord!!</title><summary type='text'>Since moving here to Hawaii, our family has suffered many nights of noisy neighbors. It started the first night we were here, and has continued many nights since. I have the number to the MP station memorized because of all the noise complaints. There are quite a few neighbors around us that are to be blamed, but one family in particular have made many sleepless nights. They are under the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/2325993504701148896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=2325993504701148896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/2325993504701148896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/2325993504701148896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2008/11/praise-lord.html' title='Praise the Lord!!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-6076306700707024415</id><published>2008-11-05T11:39:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:47:53.151-10:00</updated><title type='text'>This sucks!!</title><summary type='text'>Derek told me last night that he was told that he has to attend BNCOC  training from the end of January to the end of March. I believe the training is in Virginia. Which will mean that he is to come home in December and then leave a little over a month later, then go to Virginia for two months THEN do a 7 month deployment in Iraq! We were so hoping to have a few months together before he leaves </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/6076306700707024415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=6076306700707024415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/6076306700707024415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/6076306700707024415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-sucks.html' title='This sucks!!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-6240806770358198388</id><published>2008-11-02T18:11:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T18:28:49.078-10:00</updated><title type='text'>church</title><summary type='text'>Today being Sunday we had church. Now I love my church, I dont just mean like it, I literally love it. I honestly believe that we werent sent to Hawaii that we might attend this church, and get our lives refueled and on fire for God. As soon as I walked into the church, I felt like I had come home. It was felt by all the children too. It amazes me to see God work in our lives. Completely floors </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/6240806770358198388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=6240806770358198388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/6240806770358198388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/6240806770358198388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2008/11/church.html' title='church'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgxYZYMt34k/SQ59XG38YRI/AAAAAAAAABg/VeQZKNx9t64/s72-c/October+2008+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-7102744370442057673</id><published>2008-10-31T10:33:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T10:44:34.068-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking some more....</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so I got into a discussion with a few people in regards to Middle Easterns, specifically Iraqis. So now I am even more confused and befuddled then I was before.I know in the Bible when Ishmael was born (Abrahams child, with his slave) , that  at that time was the split between God's chosen people and with the middle east. Okay so later on God called Saul to destroy all those people, but he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/7102744370442057673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=7102744370442057673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/7102744370442057673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/7102744370442057673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2008/10/thinking-some-more.html' title='Thinking some more....'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-4983040325246264879</id><published>2008-10-29T10:48:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:10:14.548-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday parties</title><summary type='text'>Last week was my daughter Jessica's birthday. We had a fun day, Jessica is obsessed with High School musical, so I bought a bunch of party things, and invited some of her friends from around our neighborhood.Well I guess the next day my older daughter Katie was heard saying "Why does Jessica get all the big parties?"That made me stop and think; Do I throw some kids bigger parties than others, or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/4983040325246264879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=4983040325246264879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/4983040325246264879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/4983040325246264879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2008/10/birthday-parties.html' title='Birthday parties'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgxYZYMt34k/SQjQql6tE5I/AAAAAAAAAA4/nWKi3HRIVhg/s72-c/October+2008+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-548904603125539250</id><published>2008-10-28T19:03:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:27:27.317-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeschooling</title><summary type='text'>Well I am about to embark on a journey that I swore I would never do again; homeschooling Katie.A couple of years ago, I felt that Katie needed to be homeschool to catch up in school and really get a one on one education. Now I do feel like this is what God wanted me to do, but good grief it was a nightmare!! Anyway she could cheat she would, she would sneak answers from every source. She would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/548904603125539250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=548904603125539250' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/548904603125539250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/548904603125539250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2008/10/homeschooling.html' title='Homeschooling'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-5132479904783620645</id><published>2008-10-25T07:45:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T08:04:42.627-10:00</updated><title type='text'>fearfully and wonderfully</title><summary type='text'>" I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made......"(Psalm 139:14) I think God was trying to tell me something over the past few days in regards to this verse. I had it for my daily devotional AND for the verse of the day on my calendar. I am always comforted by this verse with the thought that I was specially made by God, or I think about how my children were specially made, or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/5132479904783620645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=5132479904783620645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/5132479904783620645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/5132479904783620645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2008/10/fearfully-and-wonderfully.html' title='fearfully and wonderfully'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-6925922148880349452</id><published>2008-10-24T06:38:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T06:59:29.980-10:00</updated><title type='text'>basketball/skateboards</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I took Matthias to his first practice of basketball. It is just a mini sport where they learn the fundamentals of the game.  I bought him new basketball shoes and he was all set to go. Upon arriving at the gym I discovered there was a lot of dads there with their sons. Oh how my heart ached! I know Derek would have loved to be there with Matthias, and of course Matthias would want his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/6925922148880349452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=6925922148880349452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/6925922148880349452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/6925922148880349452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2008/10/basketballskateboards.html' title='basketball/skateboards'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569276197796241466.post-8051881420299787666</id><published>2008-10-23T14:30:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T14:33:25.880-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Thus it begins</title><summary type='text'>I have really missed blogging on Myspace and wanted a way to share my life with family and friends. I dont know if anyone really cares, but hey- I do!  I hope that I can keep this up often, but who knows with me. I like to start something then crash and burn once I get going, so I will have to wait and see. It will be nice to vent and share things especially now that Derek is in Iraq and I dont </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/feeds/8051881420299787666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569276197796241466&amp;postID=8051881420299787666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/8051881420299787666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569276197796241466/posts/default/8051881420299787666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabearganley.blogspot.com/2008/10/thus-it-begins.html' title='Thus it begins'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14481446904438457380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEm5CC5Q3RE/TWv5Mbzbz3I/AAAAAAAAADM/BrJX9JHTxdA/s220/IMG_8999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
