<?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-3107132934133010885</id><updated>2011-06-08T02:27:00.654-04:00</updated><category term='Lovebugs'/><category term='moving'/><category term='drug wars'/><category term='9/11'/><category term='Soccer'/><category term='calendar'/><category term='motorcycles'/><category term='mothers'/><category term='Lynn Austin'/><category term='children'/><category term='Christian writers'/><category term='Weekend'/><category term='book club'/><category term='Churchwell'/><category term='University of Florida'/><category term='Fall'/><category term='neighborhood'/><category term='Journey Church'/><category term='Polk County Sheriff'/><category term='safety'/><category term='Sarah Palin'/><category term='Welcome'/><title type='text'>Lakeland Kids</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Admin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830370585587629308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107132934133010885.post-4393941531617844310</id><published>2008-09-04T14:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T14:36:40.258-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calendar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soccer'/><title type='text'>It's offically Fall!</title><content type='html'>My view of knowing when Fall has begun has nothing to do with the calendar, only my datebook.  For me, Fall doesn't start when the kids go back to school, when we celebrate the Labor Day holiday or leaves start covering the yard.  No, for me, Fall begins when all the activities start.  It began last week with a 'Welcome Back' manadory meeting at the elementary school, included a concert and wedding over the weekend and continues with a manadory meeting at the middle school this evening.  Throw in dance class and soccer practice and our family is out of the house five evenings a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I know that it's our choice to participate in these activities.  But just as summer is marked with long, lazy days with nothing pressing to accomplish, Fall is marked with lots of activities and a mind that must stay organized just to keep up.  Right now, it's energizing.  Check back with me in a month to see how I feel then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107132934133010885-4393941531617844310?l=lakelandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4393941531617844310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107132934133010885&amp;postID=4393941531617844310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/4393941531617844310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/4393941531617844310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-offically-fall.html' title='It&apos;s offically Fall!'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01209985624280906215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107132934133010885.post-4092881456504360617</id><published>2008-08-29T12:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T13:02:23.175-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah Palin'/><title type='text'>I only just met her, but I like her!</title><content type='html'>John McCain has announced that his running mate will be Sarah Palin.  I just watched her introductory speach and, so far, I'm impressed.  She's a wife, mother of 5 with a son serving in the military and an infant.  Her political career started in the PTA, so she values education.  I hope that other mothers are watching her and hoping the same thing that I'm hoping.  I hope that Sarah is as good as her word, that her values reflect the sanctity of home and family, that she can put America first and politics second.  We have a lot to learn about Sarah Palin.  It's going to be an interesting 67 days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107132934133010885-4092881456504360617?l=lakelandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4092881456504360617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107132934133010885&amp;postID=4092881456504360617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/4092881456504360617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/4092881456504360617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-only-just-met-her-but-i-like-her.html' title='I only just met her, but I like her!'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01209985624280906215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107132934133010885.post-1853497457521236852</id><published>2008-08-23T08:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T08:47:44.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony...</title><content type='html'>I work as a substitute teacher during the school year.  Yesterday, I got my first call for this year.  It was for a PE coach.  Anyone else find it ironic that my first call was for a PE coach?  The person that should represent health and fitness is the first one to call in sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know; there could be a lot of other reasons for someone to call in to work.  But that's not funny.  A PE coach calling in sick during the first week of school, now that's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't take the call.  It's not worth it to be the PE coach on a rainy Friday, especially the first week of school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107132934133010885-1853497457521236852?l=lakelandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1853497457521236852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107132934133010885&amp;postID=1853497457521236852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/1853497457521236852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/1853497457521236852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/2008/08/irony.html' title='Irony...'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01209985624280906215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107132934133010885.post-2040780591308493407</id><published>2008-08-22T07:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T08:20:03.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What does Home smell like?</title><content type='html'>I heard this question asked at a recent conference that I attened.  The speaker's answer was cookies baking.  My answer was clean laundry.  My mom hung our clothes outside and they always smelled so fresh and clean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking about all the scents that remind me of special people.  My dad was a printer during my childhood and I remember the smell of ink and chemicals when he arrived home at the end of the day.  My grandmother's scent was a mix of outdoors and cooking.  And who can resist the intoxicating smell of babies covered in Johnson &amp;amp; Johnson's baby lotion?  Memories of Christmas are heady with the scent of evergreen.  Puppy breath, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings me to my question today.  What does home smell like to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107132934133010885-2040780591308493407?l=lakelandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2040780591308493407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107132934133010885&amp;postID=2040780591308493407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/2040780591308493407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/2040780591308493407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-does-home-smell-like.html' title='What does Home smell like?'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01209985624280906215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107132934133010885.post-287094889064863875</id><published>2008-08-18T21:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:04:56.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vocab Game for Adults and Students</title><content type='html'>Here's a fun  vocabulary game for adults and students.  The best part is that for every correct answer, rice is donated to help end world hunger.  Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freerice.com/"&gt;http://www.freerice.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freerice.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can play and find out what chelonian means.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107132934133010885-287094889064863875?l=lakelandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/287094889064863875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107132934133010885&amp;postID=287094889064863875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/287094889064863875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/287094889064863875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/2008/08/vocab-game-for-adults-and-students.html' title='Vocab Game for Adults and Students'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01209985624280906215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107132934133010885.post-3039199939573923822</id><published>2008-07-04T09:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T09:23:49.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Check this out...</title><content type='html'>My cousin sent me a link to this page.  It's beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anthology-email.net/rain/rain.htm"&gt;http://www.anthology-email.net:80/rain/rain.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107132934133010885-3039199939573923822?l=lakelandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3039199939573923822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107132934133010885&amp;postID=3039199939573923822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/3039199939573923822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/3039199939573923822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/2008/07/check-this-out.html' title='Check this out...'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01209985624280906215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107132934133010885.post-4419003681763374870</id><published>2008-07-02T08:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T09:08:49.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird Watching</title><content type='html'>I was watching a bunch of white cowbirds the other day.  They where meandering across a large yard, pecking at bugs and whatnot along the way.  When they came to the fence at the end of the yard, they stopped!  The birds looked confused by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chain link&lt;/span&gt; fence.  I sat there watching them wondering how many times the same thing had happened in my own life.  I come to what I see as an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;insurmountable&lt;/span&gt; obstacle so I turn around and go in a different direction.  But if I would examine the situation, I would see that I could get over, under, around, through (whatever!) the situation actually quite easily.  I keep thinking of the bumper sticker that if God brings you to it, He will get you through it.  What's the stickiest situation that you have gotten through?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107132934133010885-4419003681763374870?l=lakelandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4419003681763374870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107132934133010885&amp;postID=4419003681763374870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/4419003681763374870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/4419003681763374870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/2008/07/bird-watching.html' title='Bird Watching'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01209985624280906215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107132934133010885.post-4210782136584788440</id><published>2008-05-06T22:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T23:16:51.549-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer needed</title><content type='html'>Please keep this amazing family in your prayers. I can't imagine how difficult it must be watching your child suffer through all that little Josiah has endured. Yet he is a very sweet and happy child. This family lives sacrificially everyday but they still have a strong faith in the wisdom and goodness of God. To read Josiah's story and Jen(his mom's), Steve(dad), big brother and sister Anna and Gabe, Jen's journal is here &lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/josiahkovacevic"&gt;http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/josiahkovacevic&lt;/a&gt; . Josiah will be having his second brain surgery tomorrow, please pray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107132934133010885-4210782136584788440?l=lakelandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4210782136584788440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107132934133010885&amp;postID=4210782136584788440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/4210782136584788440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/4210782136584788440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/2008/05/prayer-needed.html' title='Prayer needed'/><author><name>Kira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584381944182122028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107132934133010885.post-1275735300291387004</id><published>2008-04-16T12:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T12:50:27.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>another article trashing trash</title><content type='html'>Hey all,&lt;br /&gt;               Here is another article about litering.  I think we have to apply "love your neighbor" to this subject.   Be thankful and care for the place God has given us to live.  I want my kids to learn to be thankful and to care for others above themselves.  What better way to show by example than to care for the gift of life and beauty of the place God has given us to live.  It is so selfish to trash the area you share with those around you.  I not talking wacky environmentalism. I am talking about basic concepts of Christianity here. Love God, love others.  We are wallowing in the pigpen when we could be living in the green pastures.  I don't want to go to the beach and have my kids see fast food trash, broken glass, and cigarette buts.  Just the other day we walked around Lake Mirror and there was trash in the water and around the promenade we saw cans and Mcdonalds containers.  It really took away from the beauty of that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Published: Wednesday, April 16, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Global Cleanup Reveals Filthy Shores; 33 Percent of Debris From Smokers&lt;br /&gt;By H. JOSEF HEBERT THE ASSOCIATED PRESS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WASHINGTON  The world's beaches and shores are anything but pristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volunteers scoured 33,000 miles of shoreline worldwide and found 6 million pounds of debris from cigarette butts and food wrappers to abandoned fishing lines and plastic bags that threaten seabirds and marine mammals.  A report by the Ocean Conservancy, to be released today, catalogs nearly 7.2 million items that were collected by volunteers on a single day last September as they combed beaches and rocky shorelines in 76 countries from Bahrain to Bangladesh and in 45 states from southern California to the rocky coast of Maine. "This is a snapshot of one day, one moment in time, but it serves as a powerful reminder of our carelessness and how our disparate and random actions actually have a collective and global impact," Vikki Spruill, president of the Ocean Conservancy, said in an interview.  The 378,000 volunteers on average collected 182 pounds of trash for every mile of shoreline, both ocean coastlines and beaches on inland lakes and streams, providing a "global snapshot of the ocean trash problem.  "The most extensive cleanup was in the United States where 190,000 volunteers covered 10,110 miles - about a third of the worldwide total - and picked up 3.9 million pounds of debris on a single Saturday last September, according to the report."It represents a general carelessness we have. ... We're the bad guys. Trash doesn't fall from the sky. It actually falls from our hands," said Spruill.  The debris ranges from the relatively harmless, although annoying and an eyesore, to items that annually result in the death of hundreds of thousands of seabirds and marine mammals caught in abandoned fishing lines and netting.  One third of the items found came from smokers: Volunteers cataloged 2.3 million cigarette butts, filters and cigar tips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107132934133010885-1275735300291387004?l=lakelandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1275735300291387004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107132934133010885&amp;postID=1275735300291387004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/1275735300291387004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/1275735300291387004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-article-trashing-trash.html' title='another article trashing trash'/><author><name>Kira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584381944182122028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107132934133010885.post-4210522574720403292</id><published>2008-04-13T18:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T18:15:45.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More recipes</title><content type='html'>I found another great recipe site www.myrecipes.com It is searchable by food or diet preferences. It has nutritional information on each recipe. Please let me know if you find great sites like this. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107132934133010885-4210522574720403292?l=lakelandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4210522574720403292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107132934133010885&amp;postID=4210522574720403292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/4210522574720403292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/4210522574720403292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-recipes_13.html' title='More recipes'/><author><name>Kira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584381944182122028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107132934133010885.post-6275171913972240759</id><published>2008-04-07T19:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T19:15:50.122-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All parents should see this</title><content type='html'>A good friend of mine sent me this video.  I have been really exploring how my words can hurt or heal and this video was another reminder of this.  It is by  makeadifference.com . Please watch it.  We all have people who have made a difference in our lives.  This is a very powerful example of the importance of acknowledging this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sN_LPTNQEqM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sN_LPTNQEqM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107132934133010885-6275171913972240759?l=lakelandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6275171913972240759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107132934133010885&amp;postID=6275171913972240759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/6275171913972240759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/6275171913972240759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/2008/04/all-parents-should-see-this.html' title='All parents should see this'/><author><name>Kira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584381944182122028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107132934133010885.post-8817945305013216710</id><published>2008-04-02T12:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T18:23:28.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>meal planning made easy</title><content type='html'>I wanted to let all of you out there know about a way that I have found to save a little money.  I have started planning weekly meals.  This process can be tedious .  One way I found to make it easier is by using several web programs for help.  The first is free it is www.mealsforyou.com . This one allows you to search through meals or recipes and then print up a shopping list, recipes and save the ones you like. Also it has diet friendly recipes and you can search by ingredient. Nutritional info. is included. The next I like is e-mealz.com This one is base on diet, family size and sales at local grocery stores. Meal plans are not custom but the recipes, meal plans and grocery lists are printable. It provides 7 complete dinners. I save the plan each week and if there is a meal I don't like, exchanging is easy. The grocery list is numbered to go with each meal so that any ingredients you don't need are easily eliminated. This one is not free but it is only $15 for 3 months. The grocery cost is kept to $75 for 4-6 people and $35 for 2 people. I usually have food left over for lunch the next day. This type of planning helps so much with my grocery budget and I find that I am only going to the grocery store once a week. Time saved, money saved what more can you ask for! If any of you out there have great resources for meal planning or recipes please let me know. I can use all the help I can get:-)&lt;br /&gt;Kira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107132934133010885-8817945305013216710?l=lakelandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8817945305013216710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107132934133010885&amp;postID=8817945305013216710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/8817945305013216710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/8817945305013216710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/2008/04/meal-planning-made-easy.html' title='meal planning made easy'/><author><name>Kira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584381944182122028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107132934133010885.post-4709331642328202511</id><published>2008-03-24T12:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T12:54:34.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This brought tears to my eyes (in a good way)</title><content type='html'>My Dad sent me this and I just think it is beautiful....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Love means to a 4-8 year old . . . A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, "What does love mean?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love." &lt;br /&gt;Rebecca- age 8 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. &lt;br /&gt;You just know that your name is safe in their mouth." &lt;br /&gt;Billy - age 4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other." &lt;br /&gt;Karl - age 5 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."&lt;br /&gt;Terri - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK." &lt;br /&gt;Danny - age 7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. &lt;br /&gt;My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss" &lt;br /&gt;Emily - age 8&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen." &lt;br /&gt;Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate," &lt;br /&gt;Nikka - age 6 &lt;br /&gt;(we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday." &lt;br /&gt;Noelle - age 7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well." &lt;br /&gt;Tommy - age 6&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. &lt;br /&gt;He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore." &lt;br /&gt;Cindy - age 8 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My mommy loves me more than anybody &lt;br /&gt;You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night." &lt;br /&gt;Clare - age 6 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken." &lt;br /&gt;Elaine-age 5 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford." &lt;br /&gt;Chris - age 7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day." &lt;br /&gt;Mary Ann - age 4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones." &lt;br /&gt;Lauren - age 4&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." (what an image) &lt;br /&gt;Karen - age 7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross." &lt;br /&gt;Mark - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget." &lt;br /&gt;Jessica - age 8 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. &lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. &lt;br /&gt;The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. &lt;br /&gt;Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. &lt;br /&gt;When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, &lt;br /&gt;"Nothing, I just helped him cry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;How well do you know your celebrity gossip? Talk celebrity smackdowns here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107132934133010885-4709331642328202511?l=lakelandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4709331642328202511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107132934133010885&amp;postID=4709331642328202511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/4709331642328202511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/4709331642328202511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-brought-tears-to-my-eyes-in-good.html' title='This brought tears to my eyes (in a good way)'/><author><name>Kira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584381944182122028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107132934133010885.post-6900262280452059545</id><published>2008-02-19T09:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T09:47:43.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>156 Reasons to be Thankful</title><content type='html'>A friend, Tosha, emailed the following story.  She has given me permission to share it with you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey guys, Last Sunday, Sage was dragging her feet getting ready for church.  I  asked, ordered, begged, threatened, promised, and finally coerced her  into getting ready.  Her main complaint was that she had no socks to  wear.  So, on Monday during my lunch break, I walked to the store and  bought a few new pairs for her.  I suspected that her real complaint  was that many of her socks were white rather than pretty.  So I bought  pretty socks for her.  While I was walking back to the office, it  occurred to me that I had done this errand more than once this school  year.  Where were all of those socks?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last night I was going through Sage's room and I noticed that her sock  drawer was full of stuff that did not belong there.  I decided to  clean the thing out with the hope that I could locate a few lost  pairs.  Sage &amp;amp; I dumped the drawer and started digging.  When we  finished, I counted the socks.  I was shocked to find that she owns 78  pairs of socks.   That is 156 socks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was thinking that, even though we hear about how bad the economy is,  we are still wealthy.  So wealthy that we do not even know how many  socks we own.  So wealthy that we buy more socks without even  looking.   I thank God that I do not have to worry that my kids might  have to go hungry.  They have food.  They have clean water.  They have  socks: 156 of them!  I still told Sage not to ask for another pair  until college.    Even then, I plan to check first.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Queen of the Sock Market  Tosha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we as a society move ourselves and our children from a heart of entitlement to a heart of thankfulness?  I struggle with this for my own children.  I want them to be happy and meeting their needs is a step in that direction.  But 'keeping up with the Jones' is a poor attitude.  If only the line wasn't go gray.  Do we need just two pairs of socks?  Do we need 78 pairs of socks?  What's the magic number in the middle that's sufficent for our needs but not overboard?  So here's today's question.... what is an appropriate number of socks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107132934133010885-6900262280452059545?l=lakelandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6900262280452059545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107132934133010885&amp;postID=6900262280452059545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/6900262280452059545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/6900262280452059545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/2008/02/156-reasons-to-be-thankful.html' title='156 Reasons to be Thankful'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01209985624280906215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107132934133010885.post-873929677412426470</id><published>2008-02-05T02:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T03:23:12.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Up at 2am again!</title><content type='html'>After a 2 day sleep over with my daughter and friends here I am wanting to sleep but finding myself awake aaarrggg!  I suffer from insomnia sometimes so against my better judgement,(you can get some scary thoughts at 2am) instead of sleep I thought I would blog!  This last Sunday in the kids church, a teacher mentioned the saying "sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me".  He was talking about how un-true that statement is.  words can hurt immensley.  I think about girls who are anorexic because one person told them they are fat and they believed it.  Then there's the kids who were teased mercilously and go on to commit suicide.  The havoc wrecked on relationships by gossip. Even "good words" can hurt like public prayers that convey way too much information that doesn't need to be said.  I had read somewhere that emails are misconstrued 60% of the time.  The receiver understands the message in a way the emailer never intended.  As many women do, I have struggled throughout the years with gossip.  My husband works to curtail a sarcastic sense of humor that some people just don't get.  Now my kids and their friends are dealing with the same issues.  I was talking with my young son, for what seemed like the millionth time, about his talking back and sarcastic sense of humor (I wonder where he got that from? LOL).  I thought about an object lesson we used in church and it really seemed to hit home with him.  Think of a watchdog.  What does a watchdog do when danger is near?  He barks, he growls.  What happens if we don't listen to his warning?  We get hurt, in trouble ect.  We have a warning watchdog inside us that lets us know when we shouldn't say or do something that is wrong.  We just have to pause for a moment and listen before we speak.  He really seemed to grasp that.  I asked him to pray and ask God to help his dog to bark loudly and for him to be able to hear. He needs a Pitbull not a Poodle(thanks Gretchen for that).  I think this could work the other way too.  On Sunday the kids were asked to think of how God sees them when someone says a hurtful thing.  Listen for the watchdog to guard your heart against these types of attacks. Know that the words said aren't the truth as the warning bark sounds out.  Hopefully this lesson will stay with my son and with me!  I hope I didn't ramble too badly.  I have to take kids to school and start my new workout this morning Eeek!  I guess I had better try to get a few hours sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107132934133010885-873929677412426470?l=lakelandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/873929677412426470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107132934133010885&amp;postID=873929677412426470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/873929677412426470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/873929677412426470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/2008/02/up-at-2am-again.html' title='Up at 2am again!'/><author><name>Kira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584381944182122028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107132934133010885.post-5870456969101178315</id><published>2008-01-22T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T14:13:09.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember the crying American Indian?</title><content type='html'>Tossing ethical behavior out the window&lt;br /&gt;Forward by Kira Brockman Lipe&lt;br /&gt;This is an editorial by my dad published by his local North Carolina newspaper.  It holds true for Lakeland and Polk County too.  I have been driving behind someone who casually tosses out their fast food waste out the window.  I have been to our local parks in Lakeland especially Lake Parker park and where my children play.  I have found and picked up cigarette butts, fast food containers and even old socks. Eww!  Most of the litter is just feet from an available trash can.  In my yard off  Kathleen Rd. I find trash daily, including a broken bottles and even a discarded condom!  This is disgusting people.  I don’t want to live in a pile of trash.  Everyone needs to pitch in and put trash where it belongs.  If you see someone littering they should be made to feel ashamed.  I am not a big environmentalist, but I do believe that we have been given this earth by God and we should take care of our small portion of it.&lt;br /&gt;Chris Brockman&lt;br /&gt;There's been a lot of concern recently about trash along North Carolina roadways. Neither the concern nor the trash is new. I wrote about it on these pages as a newcomer to the Triangle a decade ago.&lt;br /&gt;In the years since, in all the editorials, letters and news stories regarding roadside littering, I can't remember more than an offhand reference or two to the ethical and moral nature of littering.&lt;br /&gt;The lax enforcement of litter laws, and the use of prisoners to pick up trash on a routine basis, suggest that we consider litter and littering relatively harmless. Ethical or moral analysis suggests otherwise. By not treating littering as a serious breach of the social contract, we put our society in line for much worse behavior.&lt;br /&gt;Deliberately throwing trash along the highway, or failing to pick up the trash that blows out from one's carelessly loaded truck or trailer, exhibits ethical and moral problems with serious implications. The first is, literally, a lack of consideration. It's easy to imagine that many of the soda and beer cans and bottles and fast food bags and wrappers along the road were tossed out without a thought, without a care.&lt;br /&gt;Such inconsiderate behavior is a complete abrogation of the responsibility we have as human beings to think about the harm our actions cause to others. This is amoral behavior of the kind that allows the mayhem of identity theft, the injustice of robbery and the ultimate harm of murder. Just don't think about it, and you can do anything to anyone. Our blinking at thoughtless littering creates a breeding ground for all kinds of anti-social behavior.&lt;br /&gt;A litterer who is aware that his or her action is harmful breaks the most basic and most important of moral restraints: Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Few of those who toss trash out their car windows, I suspect, or those whose trash blows out of the back of their trucks, would be happy if someone else's trash ended up in their yards. This would be especially true if they had to bear the burden of cleaning it up.&lt;br /&gt;These people are simply immoral; they know what they're doing is harmful and don't care -- so long as they don't have to bear the consequences. Fortunately, in most instances those whose immoral behavior harms others do get caught and end up in jail or prison. Ironically, it is they who may end up picking up others' trash.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, few people are caught or punished for littering itself, because we just don't take littering seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the worst sort of litterer is the one who recognizes the ugliness of litter on the public landscape and hates having to pay taxes to clean it up, but still empties his car ashtray in public parking lots and leaves appliances along rural roadsides. This person doesn't have even the self-interest that keeps most of us acting in a cooperative way. This is the person who might drive drunk, killing himself or others. It's the tough guy who doesn't care if he gets caught.&lt;br /&gt;Littering is at root an unethical and immoral action. As such it is highly anti-social and a starting point for much worse behavior. The society that accepts it is in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;We need to recognize and deal with littering as the serious problem it is. Its prohibition needs to be part of a moral upbringing, the subject of Sunday sermons and treated as important public policy -- a matter of consideration, responsibility and self-respect.&lt;br /&gt;(Chris Brockman is an English and developmental studies instructor for Vance-Granville Community College.) &lt;br /&gt;All rights reserved. This copyrighted material may not be published, broadcast or redistributed in any manner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107132934133010885-5870456969101178315?l=lakelandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5870456969101178315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107132934133010885&amp;postID=5870456969101178315' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/5870456969101178315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/5870456969101178315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/2008/01/remember-crying-american-indian.html' title='Remember the crying American Indian?'/><author><name>Kira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584381944182122028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107132934133010885.post-2781933166747701802</id><published>2008-01-03T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T15:39:13.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God is always with us</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone and Happy New Year!  I love this story that my pastor's mom sent me.  If you are going through a time that you are in need of God's reassurance I know he will let you know he is with you.  All you have to do is ask and then look for Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always hear the usual stories of pennies on the sidewalk being good luck, gifts from angels, etc. This is the first time I've ever heard this twist on the story. Gives you something to think about.&lt;br /&gt;    Several years ago, a friend of mine and her husband were invited to spend the weekend at the husband's employer's home. My friend, Arlene, was nervous about the weekend. The boss was very wealthy, with a fine home on the waterway, and cars costing more than her house&lt;br /&gt;    The first day and evening went well, and Arlene was delighted to have this rare glimpse into how the very wealthy live. The husband's employer was quite generous as a host, and took them to the finest restaurants. Arlene knew she would never have the opportunity to indulge in this kind of extravagance again, so was enjoying herself immensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    As the three of them were about to enter an exclusive restaurant that evening, the boss was walking slightly ahead of Arlene and her husband.&lt;br /&gt;    He stopped suddenly, looking down on the pavement for a long, silent moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Arlene wondered if she was supposed to pass him. There was nothing on the ground except a single darkened penny that someone had dropped, and a few cigarette butts Still silent, the man reached down and picked up the penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    He held it up and smiled, then put it in his pocket as if he had found a great treasure. How absurd! What need did this man have for a single penny? Why would he even take the time to stop and pick it up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Throughout dinner, the entire scene nagged at her. Finally, she could stand it no longer. She casually mentioned that her daughter once had a coin collection, and asked if the penny he had found had been of some value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A smile crept across the man's face as he reached into his pocket for the penny and held it out for her to see. She had seen many pennies before! What was the point of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Look at it." He said. "Read what it says." She read the words " United States of America "&lt;br /&gt;    "No, not that; read further."&lt;br /&gt;    "One cent?" "No, keep reading."&lt;br /&gt;    "In God we Trust?" "Yes!" "And?"&lt;br /&gt;    "And if I trust in God, the name of God is holy, even on a coin. Whenever I find a coin I see that inscription. It is written on every single United States coin, but we never seem to notice it! God drops a message right in front of me telling me to trust Him? Who am I to pass it by? When I see a coin, I pray, I stop to see if my trust IS in God at that moment. I pick the coin up as a response to God; that I do trust in Him. For a short time, at least, I cherish it as if it were gold. I think it is God's way of starting a conversation with me. Lucky for me, God is patient and pennies are plentiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    When I was out shopping today, I found a penny on the sidewalk. I stopped and picked it up, and realized that I had been worrying and fretting in my mind about things I cannot change. I read the words, "In God We Trust," and had to laugh. Yes, God, I get the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It seems that I have been finding an inordinate number of pennies in the last few months, but then, pennies are plentiful! And, God is patient..&lt;br /&gt;    The best mathematical equation I have ever seen:&lt;br /&gt;    1 cross&lt;br /&gt;    + 3 nails&lt;br /&gt;    --------&lt;br /&gt;    4 given&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107132934133010885-2781933166747701802?l=lakelandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2781933166747701802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107132934133010885&amp;postID=2781933166747701802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/2781933166747701802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/2781933166747701802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/2008/01/god-is-always-with-us.html' title='God is always with us'/><author><name>Kira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584381944182122028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107132934133010885.post-1563434471360548143</id><published>2007-12-24T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T10:08:38.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>Since I know that none of you want me to sing Christmas Carols for you, I figured I would let these guys do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Fe11OlMiz8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Fe11OlMiz8&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;M&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;y &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;h&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107132934133010885-1563434471360548143?l=lakelandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1563434471360548143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107132934133010885&amp;postID=1563434471360548143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/1563434471360548143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/1563434471360548143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-christmas-eve.html' title='It&apos;s Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Adam Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00002499569842709403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107132934133010885.post-828332760381040855</id><published>2007-12-24T09:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T09:23:54.660-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Churchwell'/><title type='text'>January @ Journey</title><content type='html'>Journey will now be meeting in a new location!  To say that we are super excited is an understatment.  Starting January 6 Journey will starting meeting at Churchwell Elementary in north Lakeland.  The school is located in a fast growing area in northwest Lakeland.  We are really looking forward to serving the school and community.  We have so many things that we would like to do, our future's so bright we gotta wear shades! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a parent of a Churchwell Star or a teacher at Churchwell, let me know some of the things that you would like to see happen at Churchwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working with Mrs. Fitsgerald (Churchwell's principal) has been a dream.  If you would like to learn more about the decision that brought us to Churchwell, check out Adam Mayfield's blog.  God is doing great things for us and with us.  Come join us on Sunday, January 6 at 10:30 am for the next stop on our Journey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107132934133010885-828332760381040855?l=lakelandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/828332760381040855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107132934133010885&amp;postID=828332760381040855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/828332760381040855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/828332760381040855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/2007/12/january-journey.html' title='January @ Journey'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01209985624280906215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107132934133010885.post-1491937952213966925</id><published>2007-11-14T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T21:39:45.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids....</title><content type='html'>I've been working lately as a substitute teacher in several elementary schools around Lakeland.  It's very concerning to me the anger of some of these very young children.  They come to school in the morning angry, they cannot remain on task so they are reprimanded throughout the day, and leave angry in the afternoon.  These 5-10 year old kids are being robbed of their childhood.  It just doesn't seem like anyone is going out of their way to make these dears feel valued and loved.  We are raising a generation of children with members that have no emotional connection to anything or anyone.  It's no wonder that our prisons are full to overflowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to find some way to support these parents and encourage them to value these precious children that they have been entrusted with.  We need fathers to step up and assume responsibility for their families.  It's not an easy job, but one that comes with immense rewards when it's done with love.  Jesus loved the little children.  We should too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107132934133010885-1491937952213966925?l=lakelandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1491937952213966925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107132934133010885&amp;postID=1491937952213966925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/1491937952213966925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/1491937952213966925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/2007/11/kids.html' title='Kids....'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01209985624280906215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107132934133010885.post-6373082964584295983</id><published>2007-10-31T07:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T07:37:21.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween protection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go.dlr.de/wt/dv/ig/icons/funet/garlic.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" height="316" alt="" src="http://www.go.dlr.de/wt/dv/ig/icons/funet/garlic.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monday afternoon my youngest daughter came home from school asking if we had any garlic to protect her from vampires. I told her that we had some garlic but that she didn't need it because she had Jesus to keep her safe. She instisted that she also needed the garlic, so I allowed her to put a head of garlic on her dresser. When she woke up this morning, she told me that she slept really good last night, because Jesus and the garlic kept her safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How often do we rely on things of this world, when all that we need is our Heavenly Father? My prayer this morning is a stronger desire for Christ and comfort when we need it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107132934133010885-6373082964584295983?l=lakelandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6373082964584295983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107132934133010885&amp;postID=6373082964584295983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/6373082964584295983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/6373082964584295983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/2007/10/halloween-protection.html' title='Halloween protection'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01209985624280906215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107132934133010885.post-1073446673840555632</id><published>2007-10-28T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T15:24:44.097-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lynn Austin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian writers'/><title type='text'>Eve's Daughters</title><content type='html'>I just finished a great book by Lynn Austin called &lt;u&gt;Eve's Daughters&lt;/u&gt;.  Although it is a fictional story, it also asks the question 'Are you the wife that Christ called you to be?'  We all observe the roles that our mothers played in the marriage between our parents and bring that influence into our own marriages.  The story in Eve's Daughters dramatically shows how our mothers and grandparents mold us to become the wife we are today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn Austin is a Christy Award winning Christian author.  This is the third book of hers that I have read.  &lt;u&gt;Candle in the Darkness&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;A Light to My Path&lt;/u&gt; where also good, but &lt;u&gt;Eve's Daughters&lt;/u&gt; was the most powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of good books, is there anyone out there that is interested in starting a book club?  I enjoy reading great Christian fiction novels and would love to meet with others interested in reading and discussing great books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107132934133010885-1073446673840555632?l=lakelandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1073446673840555632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107132934133010885&amp;postID=1073446673840555632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/1073446673840555632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/1073446673840555632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/2007/10/eves-daughters.html' title='Eve&apos;s Daughters'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01209985624280906215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107132934133010885.post-7249057896497261881</id><published>2007-10-28T14:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T15:05:27.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your gift?</title><content type='html'>Last weekend I went through the Spiritual Gift class that Adam is conducting and I found it very enlightening.  It highlighted some interesting aspects of my personality.  I especially liked that the workbook asked us to become 'supernatural' instead of 'natural' and not 'normal' but spiritual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often are we afraid to show others our 'real' self for fear of rejection or disapproval?  Once we have a better understanding of our own motiviations, it becomes easier to see what motivates others and understand where they are 'coming from'.  With everyone striving to joyously serve God, without being wrapped up in who does what or who gets the credit for what job, we can become a better church, more in the image of Christ himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the over-arching premises of the personality study is there is no right or wrong behavior pattern.  D, I, C, and S's are all loved and valued by our Father.  Embrace who you are.  God created you to be &lt;a href="http://http//www.uniquelyyou.com/newsite/"&gt;Uniquely You&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107132934133010885-7249057896497261881?l=lakelandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7249057896497261881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107132934133010885&amp;postID=7249057896497261881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/7249057896497261881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/7249057896497261881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/2007/10/whats-your-gift.html' title='What&apos;s your gift?'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01209985624280906215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107132934133010885.post-8072385332381483446</id><published>2007-10-23T15:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T16:07:17.258-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindness</title><content type='html'>Have you ever experienced an unexpected kindness?  The other day after one of my children "borrowed"  my personal CD player, the CD that was originally inside disappeared.  In it's place was High scool musical 2.  Hmmmm..... no child was admitting guilt!  The lost CD was part of a set of hypnosis sessions and I really needed it to make the set work.  I called the company hoping to buy a replacement and the man said, " Sure we can get you a replacement.  Where would you like it sent?"   "Wait! wait! how much will that be?"  "Oh, we don't charge for replacement CD's."  he said.  They didn't even charge for shipping!  Now how often does that happen today?  It was so unexpected.  I was thinking if we could each give someone a totally unexpected kindness what a difference that would make.  I am challenging myself to find a need for kindness each week and try to meet it.  How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107132934133010885-8072385332381483446?l=lakelandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8072385332381483446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107132934133010885&amp;postID=8072385332381483446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/8072385332381483446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/8072385332381483446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/2007/10/kindness.html' title='Kindness'/><author><name>Kira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584381944182122028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107132934133010885.post-1574806829910631075</id><published>2007-10-15T04:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T04:59:03.535-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drug wars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='safety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neighborhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Polk County Sheriff'/><title type='text'>I'm mad...</title><content type='html'>Let's start by saying that I live in a nice, middle-class house in an established middle-class neighborhood.  It's full of retirees walking 'the loop' and kids riding bikes.  The homes are well taken care of and we have an active homeowners association.  I felt safe at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday afternoon the &lt;a href="http://www.polksheriff.org/briefings/news/new/Two%20More%20Grow%20Houses%20Located%20in%20Polk%20County.pdf"&gt;Polk County Sheriff's office &lt;/a&gt;busted a grow house three doors down from my home.  Three doors.  Two houses in between.  Our addresses are eerily similar.  That's WAY too close for comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children, and all their friends, ride their bikes in our neighborhood.  They walk from one house to the other.  We sit on the front porch.  We wash cars in the front yard and park in the driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my neighbors.  At Christmas time we have a cookie exchange.  We wave and say hello when we pass on the street.  We trade car pool duty and borrow eggs from each other.  We live the American dream.  But I'm not unreasonable.  I have an alarm on my car and I lock my doors at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can it be that my neighbor's are drug dealers?  How dare they shatter my illusion of safety by growing marijuana three doors down from my house?  A few weeks ago, at 9 am on a Saturday morning, drug dealers started shooting at each other in a neighborhood not too far from here.  Saturday morning isn't for drug wars.  It's for sleeping late, watching cartoons and making pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can my children still play safely outside?  What changes do I need to make to protect them?  They think they are safe.  Until a few days ago, I thought that we had made choices that kept them safe.  We live on a cul-de-sac with nice houses with large yards.  How was I to know that the same things that attracted me to this neighborhood would also attract drug dealers? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me is still in denial.  Things like this happen in seedy neighborhoods with run down houses full of litter and junky cars.  Neighborhoods where young men with lots of jewelry hang out on the street corner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How badly could this situation have turned out?  How can I trust the next people that move into the subdivision? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you talked to your neighbors?  Do they seem like nice people?  What do they grow in their garden?  Do they garden indoors or outdoors?  For me, this is too close for comfort.  As much as I want to, I can't board up my widows and hide from the unpleasantness in this world.  But I can pray hard.  Pray for my family.  Pray for the drug dealers.  Pray for the addicts.  Pray for the law enforcement officers that work hard to keep this from happening in other neighborhoods.  The Bible tells us to be in this world but not of this world.  This is part of the world that I definitely want no part of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107132934133010885-1574806829910631075?l=lakelandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1574806829910631075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107132934133010885&amp;postID=1574806829910631075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/1574806829910631075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/1574806829910631075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-mad.html' title='I&apos;m mad...'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01209985624280906215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107132934133010885.post-6583852240888475687</id><published>2007-10-10T17:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:53:28.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate Housewife...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have a confession to make. Please don't call me June Cleaver or Mrs. Cunningham when I tell you this. I still hang wash out on the line to dry. I inherited this gene from my mother who hangs everything outside. I have partically overcome my disability and only hang out heavy items like towels, jeans, blankets and sheets. I just can't get past the idea that the same clothes that can spend an hour in the dryer getting dry can spend that same hour outside and they come in warm, dry, and smelling &lt;em&gt;so good&lt;/em&gt;. And, in case you're wondering, I don't wear pearls when I vacuum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119831442958107618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjBd9WAmno/Rw1LkkNkw-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Iasxjm_inXY/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107132934133010885-6583852240888475687?l=lakelandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6583852240888475687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107132934133010885&amp;postID=6583852240888475687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/6583852240888475687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/6583852240888475687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/2007/10/desperate-housewife.html' title='Desperate Housewife...'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01209985624280906215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjBd9WAmno/Rw1LkkNkw-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Iasxjm_inXY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107132934133010885.post-7348071140066380314</id><published>2007-10-03T08:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T08:41:52.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>busy busy busy..</title><content type='html'>I'm in a hurry to get things done and i&lt;br /&gt;Rush and Rush until lifes no fun&lt;br /&gt;All I really got to do is live and die&lt;br /&gt;But I'm in a hurry and don't know why...&lt;br /&gt;(Roger Murrah-Randy VanWarmer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has this been life for you lately?  Has the drive thru been your best friend?  Is the house such a wreck that you could use a bulldozer to clean it?  This has been my life lately.  I need to slow down get back in balance. &lt;br /&gt;                                                      Kira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107132934133010885-7348071140066380314?l=lakelandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7348071140066380314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107132934133010885&amp;postID=7348071140066380314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/7348071140066380314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/7348071140066380314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/2007/10/busy-busy-busy.html' title='busy busy busy..'/><author><name>Kira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584381944182122028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107132934133010885.post-1792676542424604062</id><published>2007-09-24T16:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:53:29.056-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motorcycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovebugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University of Florida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Lovebugs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjBd9WAmno/RvgaBh9FgHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/51_Sdr7nMVw/s1600-h/lovebugs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113865990475972722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjBd9WAmno/RvgaBh9FgHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/51_Sdr7nMVw/s400/lovebugs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; UGH! The lovebugs are back! I can't stand driving down the street watching clouds of lovebugs smack the windsheild. But don't blame them on the University of Florida, &lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/critters/lurkers/lovebugs.asp"&gt;Snopes&lt;/a&gt; says that they are naturally occuring.  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily the days of my children being terrified of the swarming beasts are over.  Now they just try to pull them apart without killing them.  Maybe running away in fear was a better option.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have one question though... How do motorcycle riders survive lovebug season?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107132934133010885-1792676542424604062?l=lakelandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1792676542424604062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107132934133010885&amp;postID=1792676542424604062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/1792676542424604062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/1792676542424604062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/2007/09/lovebugs.html' title='Lovebugs!'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01209985624280906215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9OjBd9WAmno/RvgaBh9FgHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/51_Sdr7nMVw/s72-c/lovebugs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107132934133010885.post-338543134334066406</id><published>2007-09-19T12:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T12:55:08.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Car Game</title><content type='html'>Earlier this week, I was riding in the car with my kids and we started playsing a fun game that I thought I would share with everyone.  We each tell the others that we love them more than... and then we insert something there is a lot of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a sampling of some of our favorites...&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than the leaves on the trees.&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than the sand on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than the grass in the yard.&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than the birds in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can continue on with more and more wacky examples.  It's a great way to get kids to observe the world around them and share nice thoughts about each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107132934133010885-338543134334066406?l=lakelandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/338543134334066406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107132934133010885&amp;postID=338543134334066406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/338543134334066406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/338543134334066406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/2007/09/fun-car-game.html' title='Fun Car Game'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01209985624280906215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107132934133010885.post-8054633801839834295</id><published>2007-09-11T16:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T16:43:49.283-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9/11'/><title type='text'>September 11, 2001</title><content type='html'>Today is my cousin's birthday.  He was born prematurely on September 11, 2001.  His mom said that it was so hard when she was in labor, because everyone just wanted to watch TV.  She was scared because she was in labor early but it was hard to focus on anything except the horiffic events unfolding on TV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watch Jordan grow-up, I am reminded of an entire generation of post-9/11 children that don't remember life before airport security checks and the war in Iraq.  Even my children, ages 8 and 11, can't fathom what this day means in American history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My strongest memory of that day is the surreal feeling of listening to the radio in my office and being unable to wrap my mind around the shock of the events.  Nothing like this had ever happened on American soil in my lifetime.  Let's join together in prayer that nothing like this ever happens again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107132934133010885-8054633801839834295?l=lakelandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8054633801839834295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107132934133010885&amp;postID=8054633801839834295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/8054633801839834295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/8054633801839834295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/2007/09/september-11-2001.html' title='September 11, 2001'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01209985624280906215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107132934133010885.post-130367452370405663</id><published>2007-09-11T10:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T10:21:55.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11</title><content type='html'>I am remembering today the families, victims and service members affected by 9/11.  I will never forget where I was when life changed for all Americans that day.  As I drove down 98 and Lakeland Hills on my way back home from dropping the kids off for school I kept noticing that many flags flew at full staff.  Hopefully this was due to the early hour I was on the road.  We just can't forget this day.  We can make something good out of this horrible event.  Do a random act of kindness today in remembrance.  Even a simple thing will contribute to making our world a nicer place for all of us.  For all affected my thoughts and prayers are with you today!&lt;br /&gt;                                                                            Kira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107132934133010885-130367452370405663?l=lakelandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/130367452370405663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107132934133010885&amp;postID=130367452370405663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/130367452370405663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/130367452370405663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/2007/09/911.html' title='9/11'/><author><name>Kira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584381944182122028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107132934133010885.post-339867129639630583</id><published>2007-09-10T20:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T21:05:04.588-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloom Where You Are Planted</title><content type='html'>Several weeks ago we received the news that our daughter had been accepted into a school that we had been on the waiting list for 3 years. She was going to an excellent charter school already but they had no middle school or high school prospects associated with their elementary. We are zoned for some schools that are not the best. A decision had to made within 5 days to transfer. I agonized over this decision. She was so close to her friends at the other school and the year had already started. She was well liked by her teachers and she was learning many wonderful educational and social skills. It was a terrible predicament to move from what we knew and loved so well to another equally great choice but one that was new and different. Together our family decided that we would take the chance and make the move. The new school would offer her opportunities to grow in some areas that the other one hadn't . I cried and worried for the next week, wondering if I had done right by my daughter. One day I started crying in front in her (a big no no if you want your child to feel secure!) She put her hand on my arm and she said, "mom it's alright". I kept a sharp lookout for signs of stress in her. Was that tummy ache and stuffy nose a result of the move? No, she just had a little virus. It went away a few days later. At the end of that first week the one teacher had written me a short note on how well Abbie was doing in class. Then the second week at the new school she brought home a certificate saying she was "student of the week". When asked what she thinks of the new school she says," I really like it. I want to stay at the new school mom." She has already made three friends. We have had two of her friends from her old school spend the night. Slowly my panic and worry are subsiding. My daughter is blooming where she is planted. She amazes me with her ability to adapt to change and thrive in it. I hope I can be like that when change comes my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107132934133010885-339867129639630583?l=lakelandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/339867129639630583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107132934133010885&amp;postID=339867129639630583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/339867129639630583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/339867129639630583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/2007/09/bloom-where-you-are-planted.html' title='Bloom Where You Are Planted'/><author><name>Kira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584381944182122028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107132934133010885.post-8720172373739237292</id><published>2007-09-09T16:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T16:43:12.044-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>Yeah for weekends</title><content type='html'>Man!  This has been a great, relaxing weekend.  Now that school is back in session, it's great to have the weekend to just veg out and hang together as a family.  No big plans, nothing exciting, just watching movies, surfing the net and arguing over the PlayStation 2.  Not every weekend is like this, but it's great when they come along.  The next few weekends are slap full of activities, so I appreciate this one while it's here.  I love my couch!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107132934133010885-8720172373739237292?l=lakelandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8720172373739237292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107132934133010885&amp;postID=8720172373739237292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/8720172373739237292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/8720172373739237292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/2007/09/yeah-for-weekends.html' title='Yeah for weekends'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01209985624280906215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107132934133010885.post-421556630977814468</id><published>2007-09-07T21:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T21:25:56.025-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Welcome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey Church'/><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>Welcome to a new blog, by mothers for mothers.  All those contributing are at different points on the journey of raising kids, from an expectant mother to a grandmother.  Our desire is to share our experiences with you and each other.  We met at Journey Church in Lakeland, FL. We don't claim to have all the answers, just a willingness to share our lives with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.startyourjourney.com/"&gt;http://www.startyourjourney.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107132934133010885-421556630977814468?l=lakelandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/421556630977814468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107132934133010885&amp;postID=421556630977814468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/421556630977814468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107132934133010885/posts/default/421556630977814468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakelandkids.blogspot.com/2007/09/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01209985624280906215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
