<?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-7625338256519307091</id><updated>2011-12-05T17:27:02.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria Carr</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625338256519307091/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithmaria.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15431793663453821241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42EUM9gESS8/SqbDJIDhvuI/AAAAAAAAADg/mLg-tIRAjyU/S220/IMG_9495.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625338256519307091.post-8823735631631792075</id><published>2011-12-03T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T18:16:36.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fried turkey</title><content type='html'>My cousins fried a turkey and it was the most delicious turkey I have ever tasted! Here is Miguel with the turkey. He did the frying under a beach umbrella, during a Florida downpour. MaConcha, who is the most amazing cook, injected the turkey with "Mojo", (Cuban marinade) I know that made it even more delicious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k2q973g_gwQ/TtquxFRu4QI/AAAAAAAAALc/OBLP-UIl3BQ/s1600/IMG_4176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k2q973g_gwQ/TtquxFRu4QI/AAAAAAAAALc/OBLP-UIl3BQ/s320/IMG_4176.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682046038134677762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home and told my family about it. Skyler immediately wanted to fry our Thanksgiving turkey. Missy found out where to get a fryer. Preston researched how to safely fry a turkey . Here they are drying the turkey with a hair dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P7cq_WVhIGU/TtquxBcGZ2I/AAAAAAAAALs/AgZM91zzrC0/s1600/IMG_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P7cq_WVhIGU/TtquxBcGZ2I/AAAAAAAAALs/AgZM91zzrC0/s320/IMG_0013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682046037104420706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I worry about Skyler's "reckless exhuberance", so I probably reminded him several times of the dangers of hot oil and the importance of lowering the turkey into it slowly. He built this contraption so as to be able to lower the turkey from a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gc8DFIjQvU0/TtquyV_fmII/AAAAAAAAAL0/3TjPlUkqL1Y/s1600/IMG_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gc8DFIjQvU0/TtquyV_fmII/AAAAAAAAAL0/3TjPlUkqL1Y/s320/IMG_0022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682046059801450626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was concerned that the stick would break, but it worked out perfectly, and since I had brought home some "Cuban Mojo" from Florida, the turkey was amazing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t2WcnZzAcd4/Ttquygpk-kI/AAAAAAAAAME/UYhtiByJQ3A/s1600/IMG_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t2WcnZzAcd4/Ttquygpk-kI/AAAAAAAAAME/UYhtiByJQ3A/s320/IMG_0027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682046062662318658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use Mojo to marinade pork and beef also. Since I can't find it in my area, I usually have to make my own. Here is my recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MOJO&lt;/span&gt;, A wonderful “criollo” marinade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup lime juice&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup orange juice&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons granulated garlic&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon granulated onion&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon cumin&lt;br /&gt;½ teaspoon oregano&lt;br /&gt;½ teaspoon black pepper&lt;br /&gt;½ cup olive oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix all ingredients. Use right away or refrigerate. It will keep a few days. You can also freeze it in small containers, to defrost and use later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625338256519307091-8823735631631792075?l=athomewithmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/8823735631631792075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625338256519307091&amp;postID=8823735631631792075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625338256519307091/posts/default/8823735631631792075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625338256519307091/posts/default/8823735631631792075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithmaria.blogspot.com/2011/12/frying-turkey.html' title='Fried turkey'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15431793663453821241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42EUM9gESS8/SqbDJIDhvuI/AAAAAAAAADg/mLg-tIRAjyU/S220/IMG_9495.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k2q973g_gwQ/TtquxFRu4QI/AAAAAAAAALc/OBLP-UIl3BQ/s72-c/IMG_4176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625338256519307091.post-1270535966661659391</id><published>2011-04-04T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T09:33:49.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D2IrAukSYfw/TZnvtMGW0LI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Ob2aQB6qE50/s1600/IMG_3168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D2IrAukSYfw/TZnvtMGW0LI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Ob2aQB6qE50/s320/IMG_3168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591763971978219698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Spring! The increasing light, the flowers and the expectancy of more warmth coming our way. Awakening....creating....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized the other day that we often assume stuff, about circumstances, about other people, and we are just guessing, making it up. So if I'm just making it up anyway, I might as well assume the best! Great things are coming my way, people have great intentions, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this "Energy Man Moment" from Dr Sue Morter, about how "The Universe" responds to us: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yep.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I want...Yep&lt;br /&gt;You don't Love me...Yep&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty worthless...Uh Huh&lt;br /&gt;I fail because of what you did...Yes&lt;br /&gt;I'm hurt...Um Hmm&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry...OK&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you...Yep&lt;br /&gt;I'm worth more than this...Uh Huh&lt;br /&gt;I belong here too!...Yes&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know me...OK&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I'm a fabulous person...Yeppers&lt;br /&gt;I have good ideas and great Love to share...Um Hmm&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even matter what you think...Yeppp&lt;br /&gt;I am a good person...Yes&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to be thankful for...Uh Huh&lt;br /&gt;Not matter what I say, you say Yes...Yep&lt;br /&gt;So it's just up to me then...Uh Huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You can read more of Dr Morter's messages &lt;a href="http://www.morterinstitute.com/drsuemorter/energymanmoments.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625338256519307091-1270535966661659391?l=athomewithmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/1270535966661659391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625338256519307091&amp;postID=1270535966661659391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625338256519307091/posts/default/1270535966661659391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625338256519307091/posts/default/1270535966661659391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithmaria.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-love-spring-increasing-light-flowers.html' title='I Love Spring'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15431793663453821241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42EUM9gESS8/SqbDJIDhvuI/AAAAAAAAADg/mLg-tIRAjyU/S220/IMG_9495.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D2IrAukSYfw/TZnvtMGW0LI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Ob2aQB6qE50/s72-c/IMG_3168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625338256519307091.post-3160759183983667006</id><published>2011-04-01T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T11:54:09.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah Mosh Pics</title><content type='html'>My son Skyler has a lot of energy. He is taking 18 hours at BYU, plus he has several businesses he runs. His latest adventure is entering a contest for which he had to build a website. Here is what he has done, it brings most of his businesses together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.utahmoshpics.com"&gt;Utah Mosh Pics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now he needs to get as many links on other blogs as possible, to progress in the contest. So if anyone can post about it and put it on their blog, it will be a great help. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625338256519307091-3160759183983667006?l=athomewithmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/3160759183983667006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625338256519307091&amp;postID=3160759183983667006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625338256519307091/posts/default/3160759183983667006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625338256519307091/posts/default/3160759183983667006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithmaria.blogspot.com/2011/04/utah-mosh-pics.html' title='Utah Mosh Pics'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15431793663453821241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42EUM9gESS8/SqbDJIDhvuI/AAAAAAAAADg/mLg-tIRAjyU/S220/IMG_9495.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625338256519307091.post-3296054228782512365</id><published>2011-03-14T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T13:52:02.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insights on Being an In-law</title><content type='html'>I love my children's spouses. I have often said that if I'd gone out to find more children to bring into our family, I would have choosen each of them. Here is a wonderful article by Daryl Hoole, on Meridian Magazine, that I want to remember: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ldsmag.com/index.php?option=com_zine&amp;view=article&amp;ac=1&amp;id=7640"&gt;Insights on Being an In-law&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625338256519307091-3296054228782512365?l=athomewithmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/3296054228782512365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625338256519307091&amp;postID=3296054228782512365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625338256519307091/posts/default/3296054228782512365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625338256519307091/posts/default/3296054228782512365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithmaria.blogspot.com/2011/03/insights-on-being-in-law.html' title='Insights on Being an In-law'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15431793663453821241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42EUM9gESS8/SqbDJIDhvuI/AAAAAAAAADg/mLg-tIRAjyU/S220/IMG_9495.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625338256519307091.post-24806684807518946</id><published>2011-01-18T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T18:25:56.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Great Customer Service!</title><content type='html'>I recently bought some Steve Madden boots. The first time I wore them the heel broke off. Normally I would have taken them back to the store for a refund or exchange, but I had bought the boots out of state, at a store we don’t have here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on SteveMadden.com and contacted customer service. A very nice representative emailed back saying that unfortunately the boots I had bought were no longer in stock, but giving me a code for the amount I had spent and free shipping from their website. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just made me a loyal customer with such great costumer service! &lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625338256519307091-24806684807518946?l=athomewithmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/24806684807518946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625338256519307091&amp;postID=24806684807518946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625338256519307091/posts/default/24806684807518946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625338256519307091/posts/default/24806684807518946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithmaria.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-great-customer-service.html' title='Love Great Customer Service!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15431793663453821241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42EUM9gESS8/SqbDJIDhvuI/AAAAAAAAADg/mLg-tIRAjyU/S220/IMG_9495.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625338256519307091.post-4761089778530003892</id><published>2010-12-20T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T09:51:35.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freezer Meals</title><content type='html'>I had a request on one of my YouTube videos for the recipe Jenny used on my TV show. Here it is, along with more info on Jenny and a link to her website. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ij9LxdAmAMI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ij9LxdAmAMI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people don't really hate cooking — they just hate the pressure and all the work of coming up with something for dinner every night of the week.  Jenny Stanger's solution for the 5 p.m. 'What's for dinner?' panic is to spend spend two hours, every two weeks, preparing two recipes, with each recipe large enough to make three family-size dinners. You can build up a good supply of dinners in your freezer this way. She has a Web site, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freezerdinner.com/"&gt;Freezerdinner.com&lt;/a&gt; where you can get more recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny says: "On the nights you feel like cooking, you can. But when you don't feel like it, use those 'frozen assets' in the freezer.   Along with more family time, freezer meals also help you save $200-$300 a month.  Freezer meals save you time, money and sanity."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Recipe: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Parmesan Crusted Chicken and Broccoli &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yield: 2 (9x13) dinners 6-8 servings each &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 lbs cooked chicken, chopped&lt;br /&gt;2 lbs broccoli steamed (frozen bags usually cost less)&lt;br /&gt;5 C cooked rice   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sauce:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 cans cream of chicken soup&lt;br /&gt;16 oz sour cream&lt;br /&gt;1 t onion powder (or 1/2 onion chopped) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topping Per Pan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 packages crushed Ritz crackers&lt;br /&gt;4 T butter&lt;br /&gt;4 t garlic salt&lt;br /&gt;4 t parsley&lt;br /&gt;3/4 C grated parmesan cheese &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Steam broccoli in microwave for 6 minutes, cube chicken (if chicken is uncooked, place in microwave for 6 minutes.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Mix sauce together in a large bowl.  Add rice, steamed broccoli and cooked chicken.&lt;br /&gt;3. Spread mixture in bottom of each  9 x 13 aluminum foil pans. &lt;br /&gt;4. Mix together topping in a ziptop bag and poor over the top of both casseroles.  Wrap casseroles in plastic wrap and label (350 degrees for 30 minutes, or 1 hour frozen and freeze.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To serve: Bake a frozen casserole at 350 degrees for 1 hour or defrost casserole 24 hours in the refrigerator.   Pre-heat oven to 350 degrees and then cook for 30 minutes, or until warmed all the way through .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625338256519307091-4761089778530003892?l=athomewithmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/4761089778530003892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625338256519307091&amp;postID=4761089778530003892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625338256519307091/posts/default/4761089778530003892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625338256519307091/posts/default/4761089778530003892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithmaria.blogspot.com/2010/12/freezer-meals.html' title='Freezer Meals'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15431793663453821241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42EUM9gESS8/SqbDJIDhvuI/AAAAAAAAADg/mLg-tIRAjyU/S220/IMG_9495.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625338256519307091.post-2760346145358569732</id><published>2010-11-18T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T07:59:30.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choosing Gratitude</title><content type='html'>My friend Whitney Johnson always makes me think with her  &lt;a href="http://daretodream.typepad.com/weblog/"&gt;Dare to Dream&lt;/a&gt; blog. In her latest post &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bitter or Grateful &lt;/span&gt;, she writes of how difficult it is, sometimes, to be grateful. She says:  "We need to ackowledge the loss...(experience it)... for a time. But then we choose". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was visiting with a friend who was feeling very down, acting upset, negative. He explained he'd had a lot of  disappointments that week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered what it would feel like to focus on the disappointments in my life (there are disappointments in all our lives). As soon as I made the decision and changed my focus I was shocked by the way I felt. Life felt sad and dark and overwhelming. It was an immediate fall from Grace. I felt removed from Deity. I stayed in that desolate place until the next day, when I realized that if I could make the choice to focus on the disappointments, I could also make the opposite choice and focus on all the good in my life, once again. Like two hand rails on the stairs, I could choose which to hang on to. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This experience helped me see why God says we should give thanks in all things, it is for our sake. Feeling gratitude brings us to a place of grace, where the difficulties and disappointments still exist, but somehow things don't seem so overwhelming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625338256519307091-2760346145358569732?l=athomewithmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/2760346145358569732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625338256519307091&amp;postID=2760346145358569732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625338256519307091/posts/default/2760346145358569732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625338256519307091/posts/default/2760346145358569732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithmaria.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-friend-whitney-johnson-always-makes.html' title='Choosing Gratitude'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15431793663453821241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42EUM9gESS8/SqbDJIDhvuI/AAAAAAAAADg/mLg-tIRAjyU/S220/IMG_9495.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625338256519307091.post-3969481521092532706</id><published>2008-10-01T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T15:15:46.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXCUSE THIS HOUSE</title><content type='html'>I guess I need to develop my blogging muscles. I think of all kinds of interesting things when I'm driving around, but I don't get around to writing it down very often. I think it's a little scary, because when you write something it's more real. Hummmh.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several people have asked about the poem I read on the show last week. Here it is. It means a lot to me because it was given to me by a friend of one of my sons who  felt the poem described our home.  I liked that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCUSE THIS HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Some houses try to hide the fact&lt;br /&gt;That children shelter there—&lt;br /&gt;Ours boasts of it quite openly,&lt;br /&gt;The signs are everywhere—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For smears are on the windows,&lt;br /&gt;Little smudges on the doors;&lt;br /&gt;I should apologize, I guess,&lt;br /&gt;For toys strewn on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I sat down with the children&lt;br /&gt;And we played and laughed and read;&lt;br /&gt;And if the doorbell doesn’t shine,&lt;br /&gt;Their eyes will shine instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For when at times I’m forced to choose&lt;br /&gt;The one job or the other;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a housewife—&lt;br /&gt;But first I’ll be a mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625338256519307091-3969481521092532706?l=athomewithmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/3969481521092532706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625338256519307091&amp;postID=3969481521092532706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625338256519307091/posts/default/3969481521092532706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625338256519307091/posts/default/3969481521092532706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithmaria.blogspot.com/2008/10/excuse-this-house.html' title='EXCUSE THIS HOUSE'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15431793663453821241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42EUM9gESS8/SqbDJIDhvuI/AAAAAAAAADg/mLg-tIRAjyU/S220/IMG_9495.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625338256519307091.post-1966100076460219391</id><published>2008-08-16T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T07:58:08.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The magic of gratitude</title><content type='html'>I signed up for a weekly "Message from the Universe" at tut.com. and here is one I received recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you can imagine it, you can have it, Mari. This is the name of the game. This is the lesson to learn. It couldn't be any easier. Reality is not what your eyes show your mind, but what your mind creates for your eyes to see. You are not limited by logic, the past, or the world around you... Magic, miracles, and luck are the consequences of understanding this, the inevitable result of dreaming and acting in spite of appearances".&lt;br /&gt;                                                             The Universe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, I had been thinking about how often I get what I want, though often not in the way I expect it. For example, I've been dreaming of the day we can afford a make up and hair person on the show. Well, we just had a lady volunteer to do my hair and make up in exchange for a line credit at the end of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get what I want and don't realize it. This morning I was running in our beautiful neighborhood park across the street.  I'm not much of a runner, but I've been doing a 12 minute interval training work out, and in typical multitasking mode, I use that time for affirmations and gratitude.  I noticed how beautiful the park is, and was giving thanks for it. All of a sudden I realized it looked like pictures I had seen in the past in movies or magazines. So often I have said "I would like a huge beautiful yard like that, but I don't want to take care of it". Suddenly I realized I have had that "huge beautiful yard/park" for many years, and didn't appreciate it fully because I had not taken the time to give specific thanks. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like things do not fully come into being until we express gratitude for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625338256519307091-1966100076460219391?l=athomewithmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/1966100076460219391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625338256519307091&amp;postID=1966100076460219391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625338256519307091/posts/default/1966100076460219391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625338256519307091/posts/default/1966100076460219391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithmaria.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-signed-up-for-weekly-message-from.html' title='The magic of gratitude'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15431793663453821241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42EUM9gESS8/SqbDJIDhvuI/AAAAAAAAADg/mLg-tIRAjyU/S220/IMG_9495.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625338256519307091.post-6085733217321524799</id><published>2008-06-10T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T11:40:13.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new TV show is on the air!</title><content type='html'>I meant to post right after the TV show launch, but I have been too busy do so. It’s like getting a boulder rolling, takes lots of effort. Once the boulder is going it’s not so hard to keep it moving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real reason is that I was very surprised and disappointed after doing the first show. I was so excited the night before I hardly slept. Not afraid anymore, just looking forward to doing the show. I felt like I was waiting for Christmas morning. I was expecting it to be like when I MC'd Luz De las Naciones at the Conference Center. Lots of hard work, but when I stood in front of those 25,000 people it was magic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TV show didn't feel at all like that. Have you ever noticed a mom with a bunch of little kids she's trying to keep entertained and under some sort of control? That's what it felt like. I was trying to MAKE everything work, make everyone do their part and I felt frustrated. After “processing” all week, I watched the tape of the show once again and realized that I had been trying to force an outcome. So I gave up trying to control what was beyond my control and instead decided to focus on what I did have power over, my attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set a simple intention (objective) for the next show. I would be present and I would enjoy the ride, every minute. So I did! Interestingly that changed the dynamics and all of a sudden I was able to change things and make decisions that involved others, but were mine to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's interesting is that I believe one of the things that has worked for me, as a parent, is being emotionally present with my children, (recognizing them as human beings, not just "my children") and rarely "forcing" anything. I don't know why I thought it would be different with the Home Team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you go to http://www.kjzz.com/entertainment/hometeam/thursday &lt;a href="http://www.kjzz.com/entertainment/hometeam/thursday"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; you can watch clips of the show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625338256519307091-6085733217321524799?l=athomewithmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6085733217321524799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625338256519307091&amp;postID=6085733217321524799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625338256519307091/posts/default/6085733217321524799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625338256519307091/posts/default/6085733217321524799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithmaria.blogspot.com/2008/06/tv-show-launches.html' title='My new TV show is on the air!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15431793663453821241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42EUM9gESS8/SqbDJIDhvuI/AAAAAAAAADg/mLg-tIRAjyU/S220/IMG_9495.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625338256519307091.post-6822441194417144043</id><published>2008-05-21T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T18:46:28.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams &amp; Cliff jumping</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After months of planning and years of preparation, here I am about to launch the TV show I’ve been dreaming of…and I’m not sure I want to do it anymore!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s not the myriad of things that have to be done. I can do that. I think it’s the fear of disappointment. It is so much easier to dream big dreams, come up with ideas, make plans. Now that the dream will soon be reality, I’m afraid that the reality might not live up to the dream!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It would be so much easier to put it off or even forget about doing the show. I could say to myself “well at least I tried” and be content with enjoying my wonderful, simple life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe I’m just scared. In fact this feels like “cliff jumping”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cliff jumping is something my children like to do when we go to &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;Lake&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; &lt;st1:placename&gt;Powell&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. I watch them climb high up the rocks, then jump joyously into the water below. I have even climbed and stood at the top of the cliff, but I have never jumped. It’s too scary. I tell myself that I’m enjoying myself just fine by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;watching&lt;/span&gt; them jump. I don’t need to do it. It’s great just being there, enjoying the family and the scenery and floating in the water. And that’s all true, but I have wondered if it would be worth it to take the leap.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So that brings me back to the TV show. I have made the climb and it's almost time to leap. I think I'll borrow some of my children's courage.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625338256519307091-6822441194417144043?l=athomewithmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6822441194417144043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625338256519307091&amp;postID=6822441194417144043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625338256519307091/posts/default/6822441194417144043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625338256519307091/posts/default/6822441194417144043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithmaria.blogspot.com/2008/05/after-months-of-planning-and-years-of.html' title='Dreams &amp; Cliff jumping'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15431793663453821241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42EUM9gESS8/SqbDJIDhvuI/AAAAAAAAADg/mLg-tIRAjyU/S220/IMG_9495.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625338256519307091.post-8075526790080859618</id><published>2008-05-20T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T18:45:11.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing a cookbook</title><content type='html'>My children laughed uproariously when I announced I was writing a cookbook. You see, they and my patient husband, know full well how seldom I follow recipes. It's not that I don't like recipes, on the contrary, I love recipes! I'm always cutting them out of magazines and putting them in files. But it's the possibilities I love, the adventure of creating something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night, for example, I had some left over rotisserie chicken and wanted to make some chicken salad. I looked at various recipes in my many cookbooks, noted the similarities and the differences. Then taking all these into consideration and based on the ingredients I had on hand and personal taste (less curry, more onions and raisins) I came up with my own and delicious chicken salad. This is also how I do life. I love to learn from others, then do it my way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625338256519307091-8075526790080859618?l=athomewithmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/8075526790080859618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625338256519307091&amp;postID=8075526790080859618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625338256519307091/posts/default/8075526790080859618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625338256519307091/posts/default/8075526790080859618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithmaria.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-children-laughed-uproariously-when-i.html' title='Writing a cookbook'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15431793663453821241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42EUM9gESS8/SqbDJIDhvuI/AAAAAAAAADg/mLg-tIRAjyU/S220/IMG_9495.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625338256519307091.post-8531365430506976356</id><published>2008-05-15T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T11:17:55.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Harry Potter and The Deathly Hollows.&lt;/em&gt; Not only a great read, but a few nuggets of wisdom to boot. Here is my favorite, found on page 671. It is a description of James, Harry’s father, when he and Snape first meet as young boys:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;“…slight, black haired like Snape, but &lt;em&gt;with that indefinable air of having been well-cared-for, even adored&lt;/em&gt;, that Snape so conspicuously lacked.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It hit me that this is one of the great gifts we hopefully give our children. That indefinable air of confidence that comes from being loved and nurtured. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Later that afternoon my son, Jason, confirmed my theory. I was giving him and a friend a ride to a game and we were discussing something challenging he wanted to do. I automatically responded, “Oh you’ll be fine, you have a great mind”. He chuckled and said to his friend, “That’s why I’m so cocky, she’s always saying stuff like that”. I don’t think anyone would describe Jason as cocky, he is a sensitive, generous, friendly kid. But he is confident. He has that &lt;em&gt;“indefinable air of having been well-cared-for, even adored”. &lt;/em&gt;I’m glad I can give him that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625338256519307091-8531365430506976356?l=athomewithmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/8531365430506976356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625338256519307091&amp;postID=8531365430506976356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625338256519307091/posts/default/8531365430506976356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625338256519307091/posts/default/8531365430506976356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithmaria.blogspot.com/2008/05/thoughts-on-harry-potter.html' title='Thoughts on Harry Potter'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15431793663453821241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42EUM9gESS8/SqbDJIDhvuI/AAAAAAAAADg/mLg-tIRAjyU/S220/IMG_9495.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625338256519307091.post-1682040836314269405</id><published>2008-05-10T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:19:56.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Rachel Drives a sports car</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42EUM9gESS8/SE8DPK9stFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/O1Fp7OXJOAk/s1600-h/CIMG1636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42EUM9gESS8/SE8DPK9stFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/O1Fp7OXJOAk/s320/CIMG1636.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210386853067011154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, my husband picked me up from the airport driving this car. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There's a story behind this car.  Every day we drive past this Mitsubishi dealership.  I had often commented on the cute Eclipse sports cars, but never actually for once thought that I would buy this for myself. I still have kids to drive around! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my husband knew better.  I was out of town when my old car’s engine started heating up, so he took it in to the dealership. It was going to cost several thousand dollars to repair it, so we decided to just trade it in for a newer car.   He told me on the phone about this great silver Eclipse, “6 speeds, lots of power”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I complained – “who cares about speed and power, I drive children around, within the speed limit, I need a sensible car” – but I really did want it, my husband knew I wanted it, my kids knew I wanted it.  And they all knew I was Rachel – only I was still thinking I was Leah.  (See Whitney Johnson's wonderful post, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rachel vs. Leah: Reclaiming our power to dream&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;a href=" http://daretodream.typepad.com/weblog/2006/10/rachel_vs_leah_.html"&gt;http://daretodream.typepad.com/weblog/2006/10/rachel_vs_leah_.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 3 days I was embarrassed to drive my flashy little car. Then my teenage son &lt;br /&gt;reminded me, “Mom, not allowing yourself to enjoy a gift is being ungrateful”. That’s&lt;br /&gt;when I remembered I was Rachel, and began to enjoy driving me new car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it possible that I'd never even test-driven the car?  &lt;br /&gt;What dreams have we not taken for a spin? &lt;br /&gt;Are we surrounding ourselves with people that see our Rachel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, power and speed do mean something. It’s a lot more fun getting to the speed&lt;br /&gt;limit, when you can do it really fast&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625338256519307091-1682040836314269405?l=athomewithmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomewithmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/1682040836314269405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625338256519307091&amp;postID=1682040836314269405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625338256519307091/posts/default/1682040836314269405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625338256519307091/posts/default/1682040836314269405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomewithmaria.blogspot.com/2008/05/recently-my-husband-picked-me-up-from.html' title='This Rachel Drives a sports car'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15431793663453821241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42EUM9gESS8/SqbDJIDhvuI/AAAAAAAAADg/mLg-tIRAjyU/S220/IMG_9495.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42EUM9gESS8/SE8DPK9stFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/O1Fp7OXJOAk/s72-c/CIMG1636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
