<?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-8017324</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:32:16.713-10:00</updated><category term='christmas'/><category term='letter'/><category term='new years'/><title type='text'>Ramblings of a tired mom</title><subtitle type='html'>Living on Guam has it's challenges. Add in 5 children, homeschooling and your own business and you'll find me rambling nonsense interspersed with some wisdom. Enjoy!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tumon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8017324/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tumon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Colleen Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662133605866477994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.tumon.com/smith/photos/s13.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8017324.post-8676801976909925965</id><published>2006-12-22T16:34:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T17:07:35.314-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years'/><title type='text'>Christmas Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Ah...it's that time of the year again to write the ever popular "Christmas Letter". I really had big plans this year to send out homemade Christmas cards (even spent a wonderful evening making several of these masterpieces), taking a family picture and including this in the card and sending them all out by December 15th! Alas, it's now December 23rd....homemade cards are still in the works...picture hasn't been taken and I have no desire to face the crowd at the post office to figure out postage to Canada! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;So here we are doing the Christmas letter via blog this year! The good thing is that I don't have to write too much here as you all can just read the rest of the blog to get an idea of what it is we do here on this island we've come to call home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;But since I haven't been that great at blogging I'll fill in some more details here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;This past year has been one full of changes and expansions. I battled depression during the first months of the year over the loss of our baby girl Maggie, on November 1st, 2005. (Her birth story can be read at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://troipcalmom.zoomshare.com/2.shtml"&gt;http://tropicalmom.zoomshare.com/2.shtml &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;)But life goes on and we will always remember little Maggie in our hearts. To keep busy I continued to lead the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://www.tumon.com/ghsa"&gt;Guam Homeschooler Association&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;, but passed the leadership on this past August. I am still the webmistress for the group and maintain our yahoogroup email list. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Les was the acting Chaplain for GICA (Guam International Christian Academy) and taught the high school bible class for the 2005/2006 school year. Beginning in August both Les and I volunteer our time at GICA teaching various high school classes. Les teaches the 12th grade bible and Guam History class and I teach a combined 9/10 bible class and the 11/12th grade English class. I've enjoyed introducing the young people to such classics as Animal Farm and Shakespeare's Macbeth. Sometimes I feel I get more out of the class than the students do! We teach until around 10:30am and then head on over to open up our driving school for the rest of the day. The kids join us at the driving school. We have also expanded our business and opened another classroom in Yigo, where we teach two nights a week. We have hired a wonderful teacher from JFK high school to help us at our Yigo office. Adam and Stephanie have been great helpers this year working at Yigo as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Eric is thriving in his learning and has become quite knowledgeable in all things Tiger. He can tell you how big a Bengal Tiger is, what it eats and where it lives. He continues to draw and illustrate elaborate cartoons about tigers, foxes and chickens. (I'll bet you didn't know that these three creatures could live in harmony?). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Stephanie continues to excel in her piano lessons. She is growing into a beautiful and sensitive young lady. She is currently on her 4th or 5th chapter of a story she is writing. She has learned to cross stitch, sharing another of my passions and prompting me to work on some old projects this past month. Someday I'll actually get one finished! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Cassandra has become her own person and no longer is just a shadow of Eric. She loves to draw and is showing an interest in learning to read, so that will be our focus for this new year. She fluctuates between being our princess and a tomboy, depending on her mood of the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Adam will hopefully be able to get his driving license next year if all goes well at the passport office. We applied this month for passports for both Stephanie and Adam, based on their father being a US Citizen. We had a wonderful Christian woman helping us with this and it is just up to head office in Hawaii to approve the applications. Pray with us that this works as it will solve the immigration limbo these two Canadian born children have been in for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Kevin leaves for basic training in Texas on January 23rd. He is anxious to begin his new career in the Air Force. In the meantime he helps us with transportation and basic errands for our driving school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Our household menagerie has changed and expanded to include 12 cats (including the strays that have adopted us), one guinea pig named Phillip, 3 finches (last week it was 4 but the cat got one...), and a hamster. Having an office above a Pet store has influenced us just a tad....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Our biggest change this year has to be the move to the beach house in Anigua. We are so enjoying living on the beach and being able to take walks in the evenings, enjoying our own private beach and having frontline access to the liberation day parade and firework displays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I guess this is all for this year's letter. If I get that picture taken in the next two days I'll post it here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;In the meantime, Merry Christmas to all from the Smiths on Guam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8017324-8676801976909925965?l=tumon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tumon.blogspot.com/feeds/8676801976909925965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8017324&amp;postID=8676801976909925965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8017324/posts/default/8676801976909925965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8017324/posts/default/8676801976909925965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tumon.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-letter.html' title='Christmas Letter'/><author><name>Colleen Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662133605866477994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.tumon.com/smith/photos/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8017324.post-2746510904988486484</id><published>2006-11-19T23:24:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T00:16:17.475-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since my last post with a picture worked so well, I thought I'd share some more pictures of the kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5548/978/1600/611656/P5070003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 238px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5548/978/320/954718/P5070003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First is Stephanie,12,  sitting on the porch of our new beach house.  A little irked at Dad for taking her photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5548/978/1600/344768/P2260016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5548/978/320/711537/P2260016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is Eric, always willing and open for a pose. Taken at 6 1/2 years of age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5548/978/1600/874570/P2260013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5548/978/320/445403/P2260013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassie, posing in her Mario Bro's outfit, is 3 1/2 in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5548/978/1600/169517/P6040015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5548/978/320/580609/P6040015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is Adam - our 18 yo wild haired hippy musician. Looks like he's recording something. Whatever it is he's certainly intent and doesn't notice the camera!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8017324-2746510904988486484?l=tumon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tumon.blogspot.com/feeds/2746510904988486484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8017324&amp;postID=2746510904988486484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8017324/posts/default/2746510904988486484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8017324/posts/default/2746510904988486484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tumon.blogspot.com/2006/11/pictures.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>Colleen Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662133605866477994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.tumon.com/smith/photos/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8017324.post-7718514778609009733</id><published>2006-11-19T22:49:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T23:24:14.005-10:00</updated><title type='text'>How's the fat journey going</title><content type='html'>I thought you might like to know how the weight loss is coming along. Well, it's not.  I don't know. I think I just have a slow (very slow) metabolism.  I don't over eat. I limit myself to one plate of food at fiestas and buffets - and not even an overflowing one at that. I eat salads and fruits.  I try to drink only diet sodas. I only use 1/4 tsp of sugar in my coffee. But still the weight stays there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did join Curves about 2 years ago.  The first year I was consistent and really felt an improvement in my body - lost some inches and a few pounds. But then I got pregnant and any improvements I had made were instantly negated. After the loss of my baby girl, Maggie (see &lt;a href="http://tropicalmom.zoomshare.com/"&gt;http://tropicalmom.zoomshare.com&lt;/a&gt; for her story) I vowed to really work on my weight issues. Alas, I let all kinds of things get in my way to accomplish this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago I finally started back at Curves again. I really like the program. It's the only exercise program I have ever done that I've enjoyed.  But after two weeks, I'm so sore and my knees hurt so much that I've become discouraged again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have two reasons to continue this regime: Cassie and Eric  - AKA the Mario Brot&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5548/978/1600/62452/P2260009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5548/978/320/140922/P2260009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hers.&lt;br /&gt;These two precious ones deserve to have a mom who can run with them, push them on swings, teach them how to ride a bicycle, and enjoy the fun stuff of kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So each day I try a little harder to lose weight and improve my health so that I can be around to see these two grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took 20 years to get to this point in my life. Here's hoping that it takes much less to lose it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8017324-7718514778609009733?l=tumon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tumon.blogspot.com/feeds/7718514778609009733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8017324&amp;postID=7718514778609009733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8017324/posts/default/7718514778609009733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8017324/posts/default/7718514778609009733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tumon.blogspot.com/2006/11/hows-fat-journey-going.html' title='How&apos;s the fat journey going'/><author><name>Colleen Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662133605866477994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.tumon.com/smith/photos/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8017324.post-3269738626220580854</id><published>2006-11-18T13:30:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T13:51:31.165-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for an update</title><content type='html'>Ah...as you can see I'm not a very consistent blogger. Blame it on the kids, business, work, or whatever. But I've been encouraged by reading my friend's blog to start doing this more. Also, since I'm an unschooler, this blog can be a great place for me to record some of the things my children do...to prove to the world that they really do learn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see what's happened recently. Aside from all the children growing older that is!  LOL.  Adam is now 18 and "officially" graduated. We presented him with his diploma on  his 18th birthday in September.  This doesn't mean he ceases to learn or further his education. It just means, in the eyes of his parents he is an adult and responsible for his own education. Which means he continues to pursue his music skills, practicing his guitar, composing music and downloading french operas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where my children get their taste in music from! Dad and I are die hard rockers from the 70's and 80's, though our Christian faith lends us to listen to more Christian oriented music now.  In the past year Adam and Stephanie have listened to and fallen in love with Les Miserables (we actually got to see a wonderful performance of this put on by St. John's school on Guam last week!), The Hunchback of Notre Dame, and more recently The Little Prince - the latter two operas in French no less!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie, now12 so officially a "pre-teen" continues to teach herself French, as well as a form of anime drawing (something from Neo-pets?). She's actually quite a talented drawer/copier. She's also finally taking piano lessons from a fellow homeschooler and is advancing along at a great rate. And last week she participated in her first Academic Challenge Bowl (see http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/Guam).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric, now 7, has learned to read via "The Calvin and Hobbes Curriculum".  Honestly there is such a curriculum out there...whenever I get around to writing it! Reading is such a big part of our lifestyle that it was just a matter of time before he caught on. He's been having me read him Calvin and Hobbes comics since he was about 4. He may not have understood some of the deeper philosophical commentary but he appreciated the artwork, expressions, and the way Calvin's mind works. You see Eric has the most vivid imagination of all our children. Previous posts have shown some of the characters he has been over the years. Now he's settled down as either Calvin or Hobbes (depending on his mood) and devours the comics, vowing to some day write his own to continue Bill Watterson's tradition. (I might have to write to Bill and ask his permission...). We found him a stuffed tiger for his birthday so now he has an actual "Hobbes" to carry around. Just this morning I was attacked by Hobbes while emerging from the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra (Cassie) is 4yo and still cute &amp; cuddly but with her own moods.  All of our children have had their own way of calling for help in the bathroom. Cassie's tends to be a whiney, crying, "I'm going to die if I don't get the t.p." kind of cry.  She has become an accomplished artist, copying her big brother's art work for the past year.  Aside from her recent addiction to My Little Pony, she is quite content to follow Eric's lead in her imaginings and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that pretty much catches you up with the kids...oh except for the big one, Kevin. At 21 he has just joined the Air Force and is waiting on his orders to be sent for basic training. In the meantime he lives at our office once again and depends on us for financial backing, but trades in kind by running errands for us and occasionally watching the driving school for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on what Les and I are up to in another post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8017324-3269738626220580854?l=tumon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tumon.blogspot.com/feeds/3269738626220580854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8017324&amp;postID=3269738626220580854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8017324/posts/default/3269738626220580854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8017324/posts/default/3269738626220580854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tumon.blogspot.com/2006/11/time-for-update.html' title='Time for an update'/><author><name>Colleen Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662133605866477994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.tumon.com/smith/photos/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8017324.post-114862669788717019</id><published>2006-05-25T20:54:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T20:59:16.386-10:00</updated><title type='text'>My Journey to Fat</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I grew up all my life believing I was fat. At least that’s what I remember. Recently my father put together our family photos on CD-ROM and sent me copies. In viewing pictures of myself at 5yrs old, 7 yrs old, 8 yrs old and 12 yrs I saw a young girl with long legs and slender arms. Her face was slightly rounded with “chipmunk” cheeks when she smiled. Her pre-teen pictures showed a pretty girl with the beginnings of a “budding” figure, taller than most of her friends, with beautiful blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair. &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at these pictures, taken over 25 yrs ago, and thought, “Why did I think I was fat?” Where did that negative self-image come from?&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Thinking back over the years certain memories come forward that reinforced this “fat” body image. There was the 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade girls who teased me in first grade when I first came to school wearing the then popular “&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bermuda&lt;/st1:place&gt;” shorts (long shorts that reached just above your knees). There was the doctor in 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade who told me that 100lbs was too heavy for a 10 yr old girl. One particularily embarrassing memory was overhearing my favorite uncle call me an “elephant” when I came stomping excitedly down the stairs to greet him. Words like “who’s the new girl with the big butt?” stuck in my head to etch themselves forever in my memory. And then there were shopping dates with friends who “oohed” and “ahhed” over the size 8 &amp; 9 clothes while I was forced to look for size 12 &amp;amp; 14. I was “big boned” which made me have wider hips and bigger shoulders than many of my petite friends. I developed early so that by the age of 15 I was wearing a “C” cup bra when all my friends barely filled out an “A” cup. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;By the time I entered University I was resigned to being “fat” and had given up any attempt to correct my body size. I ate what I wanted, exercised very little and slowly the “image” I had in my mind became a reality. I avoided looking in mirrors or getting on scales as the pounds crept upon me. If I did see myself in a full length mirror or catch a reflection of myself in a store window, I looked away quickly and imagined myself to look much thinner.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Married, with five children, I now weigh about 250lbs. It seems hopeless that I will ever be able to lose the weight. Sadly, I now realize that I didn’t need to end up this way. At 20 yrs old I was a “slim” 140lbs. I looked good for my size, solidly built, flat tummy, well endowed breasts with perhaps a bit more flesh on my buttocks and thighs than necessary, but well proportioned all over. I had allowed myself this negative self-image of being the “fat” kid to take that body and abuse it for the next 20 yrs. I blamed pregnancies, married life and even drug use for my weight gain.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Now, at 42 yrs old, my knees ache and crack when I try to stand up or sit down. I cannot take my children hiking through &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Guam&lt;/st1:place&gt;’s jungles because my body cannot support my weight. I’m miserable and often depressed, spending sleepless nights in pain and despair. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;This is no way to live. I have a three-year old daughter and a six-year old son who deserve to have a mother who can run with them and push them on a swing without feeling exhausted. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I want to be able to finish this story with a victorious conclusion - how I was able to lose the weight and keep it off and reform my self-image to a more positive one. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I’ve been reading the prayer of Jabez and wondering if I could use this prayer to reach my goal. I know I can’t do it on my own. God knows I’ve tried. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;So this is the beginning of a new journey. Stick around and discover if I’m able to make it or not!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8017324-114862669788717019?l=tumon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tumon.blogspot.com/feeds/114862669788717019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8017324&amp;postID=114862669788717019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8017324/posts/default/114862669788717019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8017324/posts/default/114862669788717019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tumon.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-journey-to-fat.html' title='My Journey to Fat'/><author><name>Colleen Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662133605866477994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.tumon.com/smith/photos/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8017324.post-109567266535767287</id><published>2004-09-19T23:31:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T23:31:05.356-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures and prayers</title><content type='html'>I've been reading and praying for a little boy named Luke who drowned on August 30th. You can read about him at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://howsluke.blogspot.com"&gt;How is Luke Doing?&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me really appreciate my little Cassandra and hold her so much closer to me. I couldn't imagine how I would cope if something like that happened to one of my own children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I attended a creative memories workshop and learned the joys of scrapbooking. I'm hooked! I've been needing something to do to fill my time while at the office. I spend too many hours playing Spider solitaire! Now I have something to occupy me. I've been sorting through pictures and remembering events. Each of my children look so much alike. Kevin was looking at pictures of his sister, Stephanie and commented that the only way he could tell which sibling it was  was by the surrounding scenery. He is my only child that looks unique. Adam, Stephanie, Eric and Cassie all look alike as babies.  The hardest thing about scrapbooking is trying to decide which pictures to use! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sort through the pictures I've been praying for old friends and family members that are memoralized in photo. I'm creating this first scrapbook for Stephanie. Now I need to buy ink for my printer so that I can print out all the digital photos we have! This could be a very expensive hobby. But , as the consultants say, I'm creating memories that will be priceless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8017324-109567266535767287?l=tumon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tumon.blogspot.com/feeds/109567266535767287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8017324&amp;postID=109567266535767287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8017324/posts/default/109567266535767287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8017324/posts/default/109567266535767287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tumon.blogspot.com/2004/09/pictures-and-prayers.html' title='Pictures and prayers'/><author><name>Colleen Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662133605866477994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.tumon.com/smith/photos/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8017324.post-109504687195242851</id><published>2004-09-13T13:27:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T16:30:40.710-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a cookie</title><content type='html'>Finally we have internet access at our office! I haven't been able to keep this blog up to date with the limited amount of hours of computer time that I have at home. We tried to get DSL, but have been put on a waiting list. Hmmm....why do companies offer it if it's really not available I ask? Oh well, on the plus side we were offered free dial-up access until DSL is available. Can't refuse an offer like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my birthday. My daughter wants to know how old I am and refuses to accept the fact that mommies don't age past 29 yrs. She'll figure it out once she's as old as I am. I had a nice lunch with my friend Rebecca. It's always nice to have someone appreciate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on some writings about homeschooling my children. I've been debating starting another blog for that purpose ...but you know....I'll probably just post the essays here instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all....this is just my ramblings. Family and friends might read them. Strangers might come across them. Or maybe I'm just doing this for myself. It's about time I did something just for me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for all the world to see.  Here, have a peanut butter cookie....compliments of my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever figure out how to add the pic that is.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8017324-109504687195242851?l=tumon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tumon.blogspot.com/feeds/109504687195242851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8017324&amp;postID=109504687195242851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8017324/posts/default/109504687195242851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8017324/posts/default/109504687195242851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tumon.blogspot.com/2004/09/have-cookie.html' title='Have a cookie'/><author><name>Colleen Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662133605866477994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.tumon.com/smith/photos/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8017324.post-109375888144928345</id><published>2004-08-29T13:00:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T19:54:41.450-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Afternoon at the fights</title><content type='html'>I don't know why, but everytime I try to have an afternoon nap, my children decide it's time to have all out screaming fights. When we query them on what they are fighting about, it's usually really silly trivial things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassie has an ear-peircing scream that can set your teeth on edge. She's still unable to communicate verbally so tends to use grunts, screams and gestures to indicate her wants. She has learned that wonderful word "no" so at least we know what she doesn't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Eric refuses to answer to his name anymore and has officially changed his name to Mario. His screaming usually involves this fact. "I'm not ERIC, I'm MARIO!!" The other day Les took him to the wedding coordinator office - Les is a pastor for Island Weddings and performs wedding ceremonies for Japanese tourists who want to experience an American wedding. The office has wall to wall mirrors (the better to show off wedding dresses to prospective clients) and Eric eyed his multiple images in the mirrors and tearfully lamented his having blonde, not brown hair - like Mario. Les thinks the best birthday present we can get Eric would be to dye his hair brown for him. I question letting his "fantasy" take over his life at the early age of 4, soon to be 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie, though so much older than the little ones, contributes her share of screaming to the Sunday fights. She wants to read her books or play her video games without the harrassment of a little brother and sister. Her way of dealing with them is to yell at them to leave her alone. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only quiet one is Adam. At almost 16, he lurks in his bedroom hiding from it all, usually with earphones on while he plays his keyboard, oblivious to the fighting going on in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it is good that 19 yr old Kevin has already moved out, or I'm sure we would hear his bass tones added to the cacophony of sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I should give up on napping and go deal with dirty dishes, laundry and...oh yeah time for more coffee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8017324-109375888144928345?l=tumon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tumon.blogspot.com/feeds/109375888144928345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8017324&amp;postID=109375888144928345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8017324/posts/default/109375888144928345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8017324/posts/default/109375888144928345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tumon.blogspot.com/2004/08/sunday-afternoon-at-fights_29.html' title='Sunday Afternoon at the fights'/><author><name>Colleen Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662133605866477994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.tumon.com/smith/photos/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8017324.post-109356204281870650</id><published>2004-08-26T13:00:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T13:14:02.816-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Brutal awakening</title><content type='html'>This morning I was brutally awakened by a charley horse in my left calf. This is always a sign that I need to take my calcium supplements. I don't like milk. In fact my mom tells me I quit drinking it when I was 9-months old. I can tolerate it on cereals and add chocolate to it...well who can resist anything chocolate? But in general I don't drink it very much. So supplements is the way to go for me. I really need to figure out a way to remember to take my vitamins. If I ever figure that out I'll let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime....I wanted to share the "cream" story of dinner the other night. My husband, Les, used to be a logger in B.C., Canada in the cedar salvage industry. He described a "creamer" as someone who would cut up all the nicest pieces of wood and leave the rotten stuff for the next person. Since they were paid by "piece-work" this meant that the creamers usually made more money as they didn't waste time trimming rot off their shake blocks as they only picked the wood that was rot-free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This explanation is necessary for you to understand what happened at dinner.  My three youngest children - Stephanie, Eric and Cassie were eating stir fry.  Eric liked the broccoli stalks so "creamed" them from his plate. Stephanie liked the tops of the broccoli so stole Eric's leftovers and "creamed" them. Cassie would eat whatever was tossed to her.  And literally this is what happened. The three kids were leaning over each other's plates picking out what they liked best. Eric wanted the meat and "veggables" (translation = carrots).  He dislikes anything "red" so the red peppers were given to Cassie who eagerly slurped them down.  Stephanie picked out as much broccoli and cauliflower that she could find. Cassie got the leftovers.  Between them all they managed to eat all their food, with only a few scraps leftover for the cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another dinner in the Smith household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, work calls me (and so does the coffee!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8017324-109356204281870650?l=tumon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tumon.blogspot.com/feeds/109356204281870650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8017324&amp;postID=109356204281870650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8017324/posts/default/109356204281870650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8017324/posts/default/109356204281870650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tumon.blogspot.com/2004/08/brutal-awakening.html' title='Brutal awakening'/><author><name>Colleen Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662133605866477994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.tumon.com/smith/photos/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8017324.post-109338692562172868</id><published>2004-08-25T05:22:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T12:35:25.620-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Skies</title><content type='html'>Well, Typhoon Chaba did more than just threaten us. The eye passed north of Guam between Tinian and Rota, two tiny islands in the Mariannas Islands.  We had winds of between 50 and 80 miles an hour. Lost power for a day. No real damage, Thank God.  I have heard that Rota, Tinian and Saipan sustained major damage, especially since the storm was upgraded to a Super Typhoon as it passed over, with winds up to 175 miles an hour and gusts clocking over 200 MPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned my children's room the day the storm was coming, a task I had been procrastinating on for several months.  Finally we can see the floor and the kids have some place to go play besides my bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of children and their play. Eric and Cassie were incredibly cute last night. I wish I had batteries for my digital camera so that I could share the picture here.  Better add that to my to-do list. Eric has been going through a "Mario" stage - from "supermariosunshineworld" a X-box video game.  He is no longer "Eric" but insists on being called "Mario".  I suppose that's better than "frog" or "buzz" or any of his other pseudo-names he's gone through in the last year. Four year olds have such an imagination. Anyway, he dressed himself in a white t-shirt and beige overall shorts and then dressed Cassie in a smiliar outfit (her overalls were maroon). Then he named her "Mario" as well and the two ran around the house until Midnight playing their "mario" game.  Cassie was exceptionally cute as she attempted to copy everything her big brother did.  At 21-months she is finally trying to talk and loves to copycat her idol, Eric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning the skies are blue and sunny. We have a slight view out our back window over the valley thanks to the "defoilaging" the typhoon did for us.  It looks like it will be another hot day on Guam. Better go do some laundry while the sun still shines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I forget, Praise goes to our King - Jesus for saving our island from the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for once again hearing this sinner's prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8017324-109338692562172868?l=tumon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tumon.blogspot.com/feeds/109338692562172868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8017324&amp;postID=109338692562172868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8017324/posts/default/109338692562172868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8017324/posts/default/109338692562172868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tumon.blogspot.com/2004/08/sunny-skies.html' title='Sunny Skies'/><author><name>Colleen Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662133605866477994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.tumon.com/smith/photos/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8017324.post-109312696423514009</id><published>2004-08-22T05:22:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T12:22:44.236-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Still threatened</title><content type='html'>Well, as of 7:30 this morning we are still being threatened by the storm.  I hate this uncertainty. Do we put the typhoon shutters up or not? Should we rush out to the store and stock up on candles, batteries, canned goods, water? Of course, living on Guam, I suppose we should always have this stuff together.  My military friend, who just moved here, was talking about her "storm closet".  I guess being in the military teaches you to be more prepared. We tend to just "wing" it as each storm approaches.  Make our decisions, and hopefully find them to be the right ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough that I have a storm to worry about.  My 4.5 yr old son woke up with a flu. So now there is hourly (and even minutely) rushes to the bathroom to deal with his sour stomach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have one happy camper this morning.  Twenty month old Cassie is happily singing her "dip dip pickle pickle" song (at least that's what is sounds like to me) as she plays with some loose change and a roll-on soap body and bath paint bottle.  It's amazing what children can find to amuse themselves with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, coffee is calling me.  I did manage to get a fairly decent night's sleep, despite being woken at the early hour of 7am.  At least there were no mid-night awakenings.  So off to get my coffee, assess my laundry pile and feed the cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8017324-109312696423514009?l=tumon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tumon.blogspot.com/feeds/109312696423514009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8017324&amp;postID=109312696423514009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8017324/posts/default/109312696423514009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8017324/posts/default/109312696423514009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tumon.blogspot.com/2004/08/still-threatened.html' title='Still threatened'/><author><name>Colleen Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662133605866477994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.tumon.com/smith/photos/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8017324.post-109305124268141208</id><published>2004-08-21T08:19:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T15:20:42.680-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm brewing</title><content type='html'>Woke up this morning to beautiful sunny blue skies. You wouldn't know that our island is being threatened by a storm. We've been watching the Joint Typhoon warning website and tracking tropical storm Chaba as it heads in our general direction. Thankfully the satelite images shows that it will pass to the north of Saipan. We really don't need a storm to hit our island again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since living on Guam (9 years now) we've weathered several storms - three of super typhoon strength.  It always puts a damper on our lifestyle (literally - lots of rain!) , teaching us how to live with no power or water or even gas! Tempers flare when you have no air con or way to cool off. And devestation has a way of making it hard to pay the bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides physical storms I feel like I'm weathering emotional storms. We took a step of faith this past month and turned our part-time business of teaching drivers ed to a full time business. I no longer work as a librarian at a Christian school - my dream job. My DH no longer teaches bible and science at that same school - so a steady paycheck is no more.  We now rely on what business we can bring into our driving school.  DH has got himself a part time job performing weddings for Japanses tourists. He enjoys that and the pay is good.  But there is a certain amount of stress involved as he has to schedule his time and I'm always being commissioned to keep him stocked in freshly laundered and ironed dress shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is homeschooling. With three children who I am supposed to be teaching - kindergartener, 5th grader and 10th grader - and a toddler to care for, I feel overwhelmed at times. Today I finally made plans to bring my daughter, the 5th grader to work with me at least three days a week to make sure she does some schoolwork. I need to make arrangements for the rest of the kids so that I don't burden my 15yr old son with them on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily I need to turn to the Lord for strength and wisdom. I tend to forget and try to do things on my own. Sleepless nights makes my mind fogged and hard for me to focus. I prayed last night when once again finding myself awake at 3am. Prayer for wisdom. Prayer for health. Prayer for the needs of many.  My prayers are like my ramblings here - disjointed and unfocused. But my Lord understands (I hope!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storm outside is turning away. Hopefully clear skies will abound in the physical world as well as my own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8017324-109305124268141208?l=tumon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tumon.blogspot.com/feeds/109305124268141208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8017324&amp;postID=109305124268141208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8017324/posts/default/109305124268141208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8017324/posts/default/109305124268141208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tumon.blogspot.com/2004/08/storm-brewing.html' title='Storm brewing'/><author><name>Colleen Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662133605866477994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.tumon.com/smith/photos/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8017324.post-109300697632587564</id><published>2004-08-20T20:05:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T03:02:56.326-10:00</updated><title type='text'>In the beginning...</title><content type='html'>In the beginning was the Word....of a tired mom.  Yup, I feel like I'm perpetually running on empty. Lack of sleep. What is sleep anyway? A luxury that just doesn't exist in my life.  I think I actually got two hours of uninterrupted sleep last night. Though it's hard to remember. My brain is fogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My DH would blame that on the fact that I believe in the family bed. Meaning, currently our king size bed (it feels good to be able to say that after years of being crammed into a "full-size" bed) is the sleeping place of my husband and I, our 20-mth old daughter, Cassie, and our 4 1/2 year old son, Eric, a few cats and enough sand to fill a sandbox (or at least that's what my DH says each night!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress. I've always wanted to do a blog. Now I have one I'll have to actually think about something important enough to write about.  After I get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8017324-109300697632587564?l=tumon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tumon.blogspot.com/feeds/109300697632587564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8017324&amp;postID=109300697632587564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8017324/posts/default/109300697632587564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8017324/posts/default/109300697632587564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tumon.blogspot.com/2004/08/in-beginning.html' title='In the beginning...'/><author><name>Colleen Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662133605866477994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.tumon.com/smith/photos/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
