<?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-5048712671363649795</id><updated>2012-02-03T12:59:48.533-08:00</updated><category term='2'/><category term='H'/><category term='If only everyday were vacation'/><category term='More pictures at Walley&apos;s'/><title type='text'>too much to do</title><subtitle type='html'>It isn't a matter of knowing what to do...but a matter of getting it done!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>terra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334006971771499299</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>190</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-8785680253197539248</id><published>2012-01-24T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T14:51:38.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Thelma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-exW12x94X3Q/Tx81OJIBdOI/AAAAAAAAACs/q3FHpsR_-0M/s1600/IMG_1007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-exW12x94X3Q/Tx81OJIBdOI/AAAAAAAAACs/q3FHpsR_-0M/s320/IMG_1007.JPG" width="201" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lJwodRm7lbQ/Tx81QogJFeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/etOe2acuJpY/s1600/IMG_1003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lJwodRm7lbQ/Tx81QogJFeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/etOe2acuJpY/s320/IMG_1003.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I would like to introduce you all to Thelma.&amp;nbsp; I met her on Christmas, and hope she becomes a really great friend.&amp;nbsp; I also hope she can help me make things that will look amazing on me, or whoever I dial her to fit!&amp;nbsp; I hope to use her soon, but have more demanding things to do right now, like business bookkeeping and costumes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I will keep you posted on our friendship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&amp;nbsp; Right now she is wearing&amp;nbsp; a top I am making for the dance commpetition for B.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There will be a leotard under it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things:&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Thelma&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Sewing&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Creativity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-8785680253197539248?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8785680253197539248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=8785680253197539248' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/8785680253197539248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/8785680253197539248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2012/01/meet-thelma.html' title='Meet Thelma'/><author><name>terra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334006971771499299</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-exW12x94X3Q/Tx81OJIBdOI/AAAAAAAAACs/q3FHpsR_-0M/s72-c/IMG_1007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-143170954155910611</id><published>2012-01-24T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T14:15:52.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meanest Mom Ever Award</title><content type='html'>Yes, I received this award yet again over the weekend!&amp;nbsp; It is not hard to believe I have the longest running streak yet.&amp;nbsp; Almost 20 years to be exact!&amp;nbsp; So, now I am going to explain why...&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Actually, I have to admit this is a very selfish reason, to save face.&amp;nbsp; No one ever wants to hear, "those _________(last name, not expletive) children are out of control."&amp;nbsp; The short of it is, I want my children to make me look good.&amp;nbsp; I have enough issues of my own, that cause me to fall short of the perfection&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp; strive for.&amp;nbsp; I know, silly as it may be,&amp;nbsp;I want&amp;nbsp; other people to think all is under control etc.&amp;nbsp; I want my friends to think I am a good mom.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Why is that? We all know that unfortunately, children make their own decisions, much to our dismay.&amp;nbsp; We cannot force them to make the right choice, oh yeah, I think that was Satan's plan.&amp;nbsp; (why is it that&amp;nbsp;his plan is sometimes so appealing?)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I try not to judge others for the choices their children make.&amp;nbsp; We try our best to teach them, and sometimes they just make stupid mistakes, just like we did when we were their age... And still do.&amp;nbsp;Yes, note to self, never&amp;nbsp;judge a parent, (or child) for their&amp;nbsp;child (or parent's) decision.&amp;nbsp; We all make our own choices therefore&amp;nbsp;resulting in our own consequences.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;At the seminary fireside on Sunday, Pres. Packer quoted Romney, (I think) "We must teach&amp;nbsp; not to be understood, but so that we cannot be misunderstood."&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; I want my children to grow up to be amazing, adults.&amp;nbsp; I have high expectations for them, and I want them to be better than me.&amp;nbsp;I want them to be smart,&amp;nbsp;compassionate,&amp;nbsp;grateful, respectful,&amp;nbsp;spiritual, wise, humble, successful, responsible, etc. &amp;nbsp;I want them to&amp;nbsp;know all the answers,&amp;nbsp;do all the right things, learn everything they need to, and not get hurt.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I really do want the very best for my children, and hope they can see that even through my meanness.&amp;nbsp; I really am trying to help&amp;nbsp;them achieve all those things, and I expect so much from them, it probably isn't even realistic.&amp;nbsp; But I still want it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I continue to receive the award for the meanest mom ever, I will not back off.&amp;nbsp; I will continue to help&amp;nbsp;my children&amp;nbsp;be all those things previously mentioned.&amp;nbsp; To me, it is proof that I love them, and want the best for them.&amp;nbsp; Yes,&amp;nbsp;they do need to learn to work, do well in school, have curfews, text me where&amp;nbsp;they are and who&amp;nbsp;they are with.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They need to&amp;nbsp;wake up early to read scriptures, go to seminary, come to FHE, make dinner, clean, etc.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I just hope&amp;nbsp;by the time they leave my home, they will know that I really do love them, and am not trying to make life miserable, but actually wonderful in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, this parent thing is really really difficult!&amp;nbsp; And I have some really great kids despite their mother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Things:&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; high expectations&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; my children&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; being a parent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-143170954155910611?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/143170954155910611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=143170954155910611' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/143170954155910611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/143170954155910611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2012/01/meanest-mom-ever-award.html' title='Meanest Mom Ever Award'/><author><name>terra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334006971771499299</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-6184384093285302537</id><published>2012-01-15T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T17:59:26.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About that responsibility...</title><content type='html'>Yes, b has three jobs!&amp;nbsp; I think maybe I should get a job, it almost makes me feel guilty.&amp;nbsp; She has been working at the district attorneys office four days a week for 12 hours and a work study credit at school.&amp;nbsp; Two days a week&amp;nbsp; she works at an after school program for at risk elementary students, and cleaning G's office two times a week.&amp;nbsp; She stays quite busy!&amp;nbsp; But I think she loves the freedom money can buy her...I like it too!&amp;nbsp; Better than that, is that her co-workers like her, and they say she is a good, hard worker.&amp;nbsp; And of course I remind her to save for college.&amp;nbsp; She is doing a great job.&amp;nbsp; If only she could keep a clean room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things:&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Hard working people&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Saving for a rainy day (or college)&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Employment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-6184384093285302537?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6184384093285302537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=6184384093285302537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/6184384093285302537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/6184384093285302537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2012/01/about-that-responsibility.html' title='About that responsibility...'/><author><name>terra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334006971771499299</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-4859062370884697697</id><published>2012-01-15T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T17:49:02.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom ...again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iddOqs7__Jc/TxN-rxzdOFI/AAAAAAAAACE/1-6Hrqj_DZo/s1600/b%2526s+4x6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iddOqs7__Jc/TxN-rxzdOFI/AAAAAAAAACE/1-6Hrqj_DZo/s320/b%2526s+4x6.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVzc7w1_xaU/TxN-vjftzGI/AAAAAAAAACM/iV5t0y32SwA/s1600/IMG_0944ed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVzc7w1_xaU/TxN-vjftzGI/AAAAAAAAACM/iV5t0y32SwA/s320/IMG_0944ed.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--aXbbh4MYFk/TxN-4zuZ7nI/AAAAAAAAACU/01MXCQu5mFc/s1600/IMG_0968.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just a few pictures.&amp;nbsp; B went with&amp;nbsp;her good friend Skye, she said they had a great time, even if her mean parents made her come home early...1:30!&amp;nbsp; Apparently everyone else stayed the night! What were they thinking?! Yes, again, I am proud she chose her dress wisely and looked more beautiful than ever.&amp;nbsp; (I will refrain from going on and on, you have already heard it.)&amp;nbsp; We did a hairdo found on pinterest of course, the waterfall braid.&amp;nbsp; And no, I didn't make the dress.&amp;nbsp; She got it from Shade for $25.&amp;nbsp; Can't make it for that!&amp;nbsp; She is becoming not only beautiful, but also responsible.&amp;nbsp; She paid for her fun with money from her three jobs.&amp;nbsp; I think this girl is going to be ready to be on her own soon.&amp;nbsp; So proud of her for making really good decisions about prom!&amp;nbsp; (and other things too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Good things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Wise children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Responsible children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Standards to keep us safe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. No, she is not taller than me.&amp;nbsp; Just 5 inch heels!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-4859062370884697697?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4859062370884697697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=4859062370884697697' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/4859062370884697697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/4859062370884697697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2012/01/prom-again.html' title='Prom ...again!'/><author><name>terra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334006971771499299</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iddOqs7__Jc/TxN-rxzdOFI/AAAAAAAAACE/1-6Hrqj_DZo/s72-c/b%2526s+4x6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-7393406674874483633</id><published>2012-01-06T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T17:48:04.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accepted!</title><content type='html'>B has been accepted to BYU-I!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-7393406674874483633?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7393406674874483633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=7393406674874483633' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/7393406674874483633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/7393406674874483633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2012/01/accepted.html' title='Accepted!'/><author><name>terra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334006971771499299</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-2596711339755507087</id><published>2012-01-06T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T17:46:58.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY COW, what happened?</title><content type='html'>A whirlwind happened! A whirlwind of fun.&amp;nbsp; It all started with k coming home from school and ended with her leaving.&amp;nbsp; Hmmm, maybe it was just her.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;She arrived home on&amp;nbsp; a Thursday, and then everyone just kept coming.&amp;nbsp; We kept three nephews so their parents could celebrate their anniversary. (that was just a quick overnight)&amp;nbsp; Our friends the Brummetts came that same day with their three children.&amp;nbsp; And the chaos, I mean party began.&amp;nbsp; It really worked out perfectly.&amp;nbsp; The kids are pretty close in age and they all had a great time playing together. We gathered a few friends and went caroling.&amp;nbsp; That is my must for Christmas every year.&amp;nbsp; We sang and delivered some goodies to a few homes, and then sang at an assisted living center.&amp;nbsp; I think they loved it too, and it felt good to share some Christmas spirit.&amp;nbsp; I think we even sounded pretty good!&amp;nbsp; The Brummett's made some delicious pizza for us and I can't wait to use the leftover dough they left in our freezer.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, their visit ended with K, B, and I throwing up.&amp;nbsp; The good news is they were able to make it home without our flu bug.&amp;nbsp; They left on Monday, leaving me just enough time to get bedding washed and ready for my parents who arrived Tuesday afternoon while G and I were at a wedding at the Reno temple.&amp;nbsp; That night was two concerts and a reception.&amp;nbsp; I like it when Mom and Dad come, nothing exciting happens, but it is just nice to visit with them and enjoy their company.&amp;nbsp; My mom even made me some divinity.&amp;nbsp; Try as I might, I can never get it to set up.&amp;nbsp; I am still enjoying it, and thinking of Gramma Rita everytime I have one.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Then it was Swiss Christmas with friends and K.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She requested we celebrate with her even though we celebrated earlier in the month with family.&amp;nbsp; Christmas Eve was celebrated with roclette and G's family.&amp;nbsp; A swiss thing.&amp;nbsp; You know you are getting old when you can wake up, take a shower, and make a salad for dinner before your children get up on Christmas morning.&amp;nbsp; What happened to the excitement?&amp;nbsp; I guess it grew up.&amp;nbsp; After opening gifts we went to a combined sacrament meeting with all the fallon wards in our stake.&amp;nbsp; I like going to church on Christmas, it helps me keep focused.&amp;nbsp; B was thrilled beyond words (that was the sarcasm font) to lead the choir in singing "Away in a Manger."&amp;nbsp; We had a yummy dinner with just our family (K said that was the first time since she had been home - 10 days.)&amp;nbsp; B made pazookies for dessert and we were joined by more family.&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, we left for our time share at the hot springs until Saturday.&amp;nbsp; Lots of relaxing happened.&amp;nbsp; G and K finished a 2000 piece puzzle.&amp;nbsp; It was so big, we had to borrow some sheet rock&amp;nbsp; because it wouldn't fit on the table.&amp;nbsp; I read books, magazines, crocheted,soaked, watched a few movies,&amp;nbsp;and slept.&amp;nbsp; I liked it!&amp;nbsp; We came back on Saturday, and&amp;nbsp; hosted a New Year's Eve party that night.&amp;nbsp; K dropped by the airport &amp;nbsp;to pick up&amp;nbsp;her Christmas&amp;nbsp;gift, a boy named Grayson.&amp;nbsp; We had a great time playing games that night, and were up way past my bedtime!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sunday was spent recovering from the late night and a visit&amp;nbsp; with family and ice cream.&amp;nbsp; More relaxing came on Monday and Tuesday.&amp;nbsp; Tuesday night we watched B cheer for the first time.&amp;nbsp; A cheerleader in my family?! (sarcasm font)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; K left on Wednesday morning at 1:30 am to get to class by noon...silly&amp;nbsp;kids!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The&amp;nbsp;other kids&amp;nbsp; go back to school on&amp;nbsp;Tuesday.&amp;nbsp; I am trying to get myself organized and back on the workout boat.&amp;nbsp; I think I need a vacation after all that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Things:&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; being together with family&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;celebrating Christ&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;having so much fun a vacation is needed&lt;br /&gt;4. getting a dress form for Christmas - I can't wait to create something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-2596711339755507087?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2596711339755507087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=2596711339755507087' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/2596711339755507087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/2596711339755507087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2012/01/holy-cow-what-happened.html' title='HOLY COW, what happened?'/><author><name>terra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334006971771499299</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-1976882290058080415</id><published>2011-12-12T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T22:13:11.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the winner is...</title><content type='html'>US!&amp;nbsp; Okay, maybe just the self declared winner.&amp;nbsp; We have friends who have a gingerbread making night, and we are lucky enough to get invited.&amp;nbsp; It&amp;nbsp;was sooo much fun.&amp;nbsp; This is our creation, a cute little town scape.&amp;nbsp; D made a cute little pick up and car.&amp;nbsp; Everyone else pitched in with architecture and details.&amp;nbsp; Some of the other creations were... A dairy complete with a flush tank,&amp;nbsp; a grinch scene, BYU stadium,&amp;nbsp; a church with a tiny nativity, and a few traditions homes, one with artillery.&amp;nbsp; What a great way to spend the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things:&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Christmas time and the magic (or spirit) it brings.&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Creativity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2faBkAUWzDI/TubsvBL45xI/AAAAAAAAAB0/FkoiKBlZzkc/s1600/IMG_0714.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2faBkAUWzDI/TubsvBL45xI/AAAAAAAAAB0/FkoiKBlZzkc/s320/IMG_0714.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-znVFsPpiVQU/Tubs1AH1t_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/i6hjdIDlybQ/s1600/IMG_0712.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-znVFsPpiVQU/Tubs1AH1t_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/i6hjdIDlybQ/s320/IMG_0712.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; friends who do all the hard work (of making the gingerbread)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-1976882290058080415?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1976882290058080415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=1976882290058080415' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/1976882290058080415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/1976882290058080415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-winner-is.html' title='And the winner is...'/><author><name>terra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334006971771499299</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/-2faBkAUWzDI/TubsvBL45xI/AAAAAAAAAB0/FkoiKBlZzkc/s72-c/IMG_0714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-3787906448137274693</id><published>2011-12-12T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T22:00:49.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gUVBIRsDhFA/TubprDQQfuI/AAAAAAAAABs/XrN4F0oaDWA/s1600/IMG_0704.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gUVBIRsDhFA/TubprDQQfuI/AAAAAAAAABs/XrN4F0oaDWA/s320/IMG_0704.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Browsing on pinterest I saw an adorable tree skirt that I just had to try.&amp;nbsp;As usual, I adapted&amp;nbsp;it too make it mine, and this is what I came up with.&amp;nbsp; I love the way it turned out. &amp;nbsp;I have been wanting a tree skirt for about twenty years now.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I can finally&amp;nbsp;cross it off my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things:&lt;br /&gt;1. crossing something off my list.&lt;br /&gt;2. a roll hemmer&lt;br /&gt;3. something new&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-3787906448137274693?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3787906448137274693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=3787906448137274693' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/3787906448137274693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/3787906448137274693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-love-it.html' title='I love it!'/><author><name>terra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334006971771499299</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/-gUVBIRsDhFA/TubprDQQfuI/AAAAAAAAABs/XrN4F0oaDWA/s72-c/IMG_0704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-8759146858427973763</id><published>2011-10-28T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T19:40:12.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He is such a HUNK!  Ahhh,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ObgZwp4XVpM/TqtlMaIsDvI/AAAAAAAAABk/A-VwtO23IfY/s1600/IMG_0269e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ObgZwp4XVpM/TqtlMaIsDvI/AAAAAAAAABk/A-VwtO23IfY/s320/IMG_0269e.jpg" width="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it isn't quite Halloween yet.&amp;nbsp; But we had a trunk or treat, so we dressed up early.&amp;nbsp; Usually, I think of a great (my definition of course, not G's) theme to do as a family, but I just wasn't getting it this year.&amp;nbsp; So I just pulled the easy card, and did nerds.&amp;nbsp; I thought we looked pretty nerdy.&amp;nbsp; I think we made a few people's night, as we got quite a few laughs.&amp;nbsp; It isn't just anyone who can look like this big of a dork, and then have to see these people again.&amp;nbsp; To top it off, G attached some toilet paper to his shoe!&amp;nbsp; It was such a hit, he decided to wear it to work the next day...Yes, everyone else was dressed&amp;nbsp; up too.&amp;nbsp; We still have more places to go, so stay tuned for more costume fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things:&lt;br /&gt;1. imagination&lt;br /&gt;2. laughing at ourselves&lt;br /&gt;3. snort giggling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-8759146858427973763?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8759146858427973763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=8759146858427973763' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/8759146858427973763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/8759146858427973763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2011/10/he-is-such-hunk-ahhh.html' title='He is such a HUNK!  Ahhh,'/><author><name>terra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334006971771499299</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ObgZwp4XVpM/TqtlMaIsDvI/AAAAAAAAABk/A-VwtO23IfY/s72-c/IMG_0269e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-2707074578149169562</id><published>2011-10-07T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T15:47:19.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can it be any clearer?</title><content type='html'>The future of this life has long been declared.  The final outcome between good and evil is already known.  There is absolutely no question as to who wins, because the victory has already been posted on the scoreboard.  The only really strange thing in all of this is that we are still down here on the field trying to decide which team's jersey we want to wear.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;--Jeffery R. Holland (i think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend shared this with me awhile ago.&amp;nbsp; I love it.&amp;nbsp; It is so clear, but we sometimes forget that if we don't put on the winning jersey, we, by default, put on the losing one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-2707074578149169562?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2707074578149169562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=2707074578149169562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/2707074578149169562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/2707074578149169562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2011/10/can-it-be-any-clearer.html' title='Can it be any clearer?'/><author><name>terra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334006971771499299</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-5048712671363649795.post-8118025472702014273</id><published>2011-10-07T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T14:54:17.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus wants me for a Sunbeam!</title><content type='html'>About a month ago I was released as the stake young women's president.&amp;nbsp; Finally you say!&amp;nbsp; After 6 years I either finally got it right, or the stake presidency has given up on me.&amp;nbsp; So many emotions traveled through my head in the last while.&amp;nbsp; I really thought it would happen last year, but when&amp;nbsp;it didn't I just kept on going.&amp;nbsp; A lot of&amp;nbsp; people have asked me if I am so relieved?&amp;nbsp; And I guess I am, but when you do something that is so much fun and have really good people to help you, it&amp;nbsp;doesn't really seem that difficult.&amp;nbsp; Now, don't get me wrong, there were plenty of times that I was a basket case. But as I look back over things, it was a really great experience, and I learned so much from so many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the thing I will miss the most will be my counselors. We started and ended together and&amp;nbsp; I have come to love them and it has been a true joy to get to know them.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes it is difficult to believe that I didn't know either of these women when I asked for them as counselors.&amp;nbsp; That just testifies to me that Heavenly Father knows each of us so well, he knows who and what we need.&amp;nbsp; It didn't take long for me to realize these two women had talents and qualities that I lacked, but were needed in our presidency.&amp;nbsp; I have come to love and appreciate them so much.&amp;nbsp; They have been wonderful.&amp;nbsp; They have been great examples to me, and so supportive, even when it meant sewing over 100 "great ideas." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I learned is that each young woman is so different, and requires different types of leaders.&amp;nbsp; I truly believe each ward has the best leaders for their girls.&amp;nbsp; And as&amp;nbsp;girls change,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;so do the leaders, to those who can best help each girl.&amp;nbsp; I know I have a very boring teaching style, but hopefully I have able to reach someone, and other people have touched someone else.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I have learned, and I am sure I will have to continue to relearn, is that Heavenly Father is in charge, and we just need to have faith that it will all work out.&amp;nbsp; We just have to do our best, and keep going.&amp;nbsp; There are so many other things, I could go on forever.&amp;nbsp; But it has really been an amazing journey, and I am so thankful for those I have worked with, and learned from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, Jesus wants me for a Sunbeam! And I look forward to a new experience with three year olds, and I am sure I have great things to learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Things:&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; wonderful people to work with&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; learning&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; new opportunities&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-8118025472702014273?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8118025472702014273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=8118025472702014273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/8118025472702014273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/8118025472702014273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2011/10/jesus-wants-me-for-sunbeam.html' title='Jesus wants me for a Sunbeam!'/><author><name>terra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334006971771499299</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-1601781824801281855</id><published>2011-10-03T18:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T18:29:07.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www5.snapfish.com/snapfish/thumbnailshare/AlbumID=4682282027/a=7066257027_7066257027/otsc=SHR/otsi=SALBlink/COBRAND_NAME=snapfish/"&gt;She is a senior!&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; Click on this link to see her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-1601781824801281855?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1601781824801281855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=1601781824801281855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/1601781824801281855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/1601781824801281855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2011/10/she-is-senior.html' title=''/><author><name>terra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334006971771499299</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-5048712671363649795.post-5476198622919936886</id><published>2011-10-03T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T18:27:20.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>alive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yes, I am alive and well.  Just needed to take a hiatus.  And now I am back to an occassional blog.  My G tells me I really do need to update, "How else do I know wh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at is in your head?"  I suppose he could actually talk to me!  But, since we don't have time for that, I guess I better write!  So, it is going to take me a bit to get you all up to date on the happenings at the K home.  No, no order, just random as usual.  So let's start with some recent senior pictures of B.  She tells me we still need to do the straight hair take, but for now...curly.  Enjoy!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  someone who cares what is in my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  some sort of journal for my posterity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I am having some technical issues...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-5476198622919936886?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5476198622919936886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=5476198622919936886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/5476198622919936886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/5476198622919936886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2011/10/alive.html' title='alive!'/><author><name>terra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334006971771499299</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-5048712671363649795.post-5385677181026178849</id><published>2011-07-15T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T20:30:58.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew!</title><content type='html'>Things have been a bit crazy for me, but I think I can take a quick breather before soccer starts. Let me start with Young Women's Camp. ( Yes, I am STILL in the stake young women's)&lt;br /&gt;In April, the camp director had knee surgery, but would have plenty of time to recover to attend camp. Then she got blood clots, and the medication made her sooo sick, all the time. Then her knee wasn't working properly, and I didn't think she could traipse all over the uneven ground, so I told her I didn't think she should come. I know she really wanted to be there, and didn't really like the idea of not going, but she needed to take care of herself. I felt so bad for her, but couldn't make her well. That was about 1-2 weeks before. The week before one counselor had an outpatient surgery, and the other took a son to the MTC and became a Grandma. I currently do not have a secretary. So I did what I could. Because of the really wet winter, the camp was still under 5 feet of snow on Memorial day, so we were a little unsure if we would be able to get in at all. At this point, I knew that somehow, it would all work out to how it needed to be. The Saturday before (June 25) the priesthood went in and shoveled out the amphitheater, and it was determined we were a go for the next week. I went up and Monday, and it was beautiful. It was beautiful on Tuesday morning...And then the rain came, and came, and came. Because of the snow melting from the rain, we had streams everywhere! We decided about noon to send everyone back home. (3 hours) I, of course left my rain gear home, and resorted to a big garbage bag. At one point, I could wring water out of my sleeves, and with a cap on my head, water was running down my back. When we were finally packed, and everyone out of the camp, I got in my car, about 2ish, and it was 46 degrees...Needless to say, my hands were frozen. Once into cell range it was decided to go home and let me meet with my counselors so we could regroup. We came up with a new plan that would enable us to accomplish what was needed, and redo the schedule with rotations for classes, etc. Two wards went to Fort Churchill that night, where the plan was to meet the next morning and continue camp. At 6:15 on Wednesday morning, I got a call from a ward who spent the night, and it was pouring rain, the clouds looked to be settled in, and the weather looked like rain until evening. So after many more phone calls, everyone was set to meet at the church nearby and we would "play it by ear!" Since I was scheduled to teach a workshop, my good counselors put me in a room, and took care of everything. And I do mean everything. They were able to get everyone situationed AND get the 4th year girls of on a hike that they came up with out of the blue. It was pretty chaotic, but they had it all under control. By dinner, it had cleared up, so we moved to camp after dinner, and the evening went according to plan. The next day we were able to go on hikes, okay, maybe they were just walks, but we still went. That evening we had testimony meeting, and things ended well. I think.&lt;br /&gt;The most interesting thing about all of this is that I knew it would all be okay. Yes, I was stressed, and probably more that a little bit crazy, but I knew it would be what Heavenly&lt;br /&gt;Father wanted it to be. I don't know why all of this happened, but it did, and it must have been a lesson that I needed to learn. Even with all of my control issues, I learned that I can only prepare and do so much, and whatever is going to happen will, with or without me. Maybe if we would have followed my original plan, we would have not had the experience that we needed to have. Will I still feel the need to control every little detail....probably, but if it doesn't happen, it will still be okay.&lt;br /&gt;I just have to mention, that everyone was so incredibly flexible and understanding, and really went the extra mile to help out in whatever way they could. I work with amazing women and am so grateful for there goodness. I could not have done it without them! Okay, the stake presidency and our high councilman were really great too. I am so blessed to work with such great people, who put up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for youth conference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Things:&lt;br /&gt;1. Knowing it will all be okay&lt;br /&gt;2. Amazing people to work with&lt;br /&gt;3. Not letting the camp director come...She would have for sure fallen and hurt herself in the muddy mess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-5385677181026178849?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5385677181026178849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=5385677181026178849' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/5385677181026178849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/5385677181026178849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2011/07/whew.html' title='Whew!'/><author><name>terra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334006971771499299</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-8225977597634551912</id><published>2011-06-14T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T22:01:22.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of udating...</title><content type='html'>Although I am really far behind on things, lack of updates has not entirely been my doing. There for awhile, I was unable to get into my blog. Not really sure what happened, but I was finally able to merge a few accounts and email addresses, and now I am back!&lt;br /&gt;A few of the highlights in the last month:&lt;br /&gt;I got the garden planted about 10&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of May to ensure a better garden than last years June planting. Went on vacation, to come back to all plants I set out frozen black! The seed all did fine, and the plants are now planted again, with the hope of survival. It has been cold and windy for a very long time. I usually try to go without the air conditioner until after Memorial day. This year, I turned the heat back on for the third time the Saturday before Memorial day. But the weather changed quick, and the air came on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;G and I went to Phoenix to witness his brother graduate with a master's degree. All the siblings were there. We decided to extend the vacation and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;celebrate&lt;/span&gt; 21 years of marriage! We had a nice relaxing time. We stayed at a fun Hilton that had a great little water park included in the price. One of our favorite things was floating the lazy river. We were pretty lazy ourselves. We read, listened to music, slept, went to a baseball game, did a little shopping, enjoyed the warm weather and sunshine, and ate some yummy food. Why does it always come down to food for me?!&lt;br /&gt;The next weekend we went to the state track meet in Las Vegas. B, who is a first year tracker, qualified in two events. Her relay team took 2nd, but ran their best time all season, and was very very close to beating the school record. She also qualified in pole vault, being seated 4th, but she did not end up making height once there. She was very frustrated, but did great. She was the first to ever qualify for pole vault in the high school, and tied the school record. She is looking forward to beating it next year. While we were in Vegas, we visited our friends the Brummets and had a great time. &lt;br /&gt;I never wrote about it, but D was selected to go to All State Middle school choir! So I went with him in early april. It really is amazing the sound the directors can get to come out of a bunch of jr. high students. He really enjoyed it, and they sounded great. Unfortunately, G couldn't be at the concert because he was at a school board conference in Washington DC. D also played 6 on 6 soccer with the big boys this year. 7-12 grade. Wow, what a difference that what he was used to. But he did well with his team getting 2nd place, and learning from the older kids.&lt;br /&gt;Memorial Day weekend was a perfect weekend! K (and our friend Cory) came home for the weekend on the spur of a moment, and we just enjoyed being together. B had a recital on Friday night, and she sang "Think of Me" from Phantom of the Opera beautifully! We slept in, had a late breakfast, did not much of anything, and then played games and went to dinner. Sunday we did church, and went to visit Brett and family. Monday we got K off and enjoyed a day at the park playing, visiting, and eating with friends. Came home, and then enjoyed more family with a campfire and smores. I think this was the first soccer or track free Saturday since March!&lt;br /&gt;This last weekend, we spent with more family. This time from my side. My nephew just got home from his mission in Chile. I saw everyone in my family but 2 brothers. That is pretty good for us. But I still missed them. It was fun to hear of his mission experiences and testimony. We also got to hear more of what Mom and Dad are doing on their mission. They seem to be enjoying it, but both said it is hard work! That says alot...because they are some of the hardest working people I know.&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed to have such great family and friends. I would be so sad without these relationships, because they really are what matters most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things:&lt;br /&gt;1. 21 years of marriage...how can I really be old enough for that?&lt;br /&gt;2. knowing that relationships with those you love can last forever&lt;br /&gt;3. recognizing people make me happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-8225977597634551912?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8225977597634551912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=8225977597634551912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/8225977597634551912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/8225977597634551912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2011/06/lots-of-udating.html' title='Lots of udating...'/><author><name>terra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334006971771499299</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-5048712671363649795.post-1310944962949035701</id><published>2011-06-13T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T20:12:15.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Things</title><content type='html'>1. Visiting family&lt;br /&gt;2. Visiting friends who have become family&lt;br /&gt;3. Sunshine...finally&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-1310944962949035701?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1310944962949035701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=1310944962949035701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/1310944962949035701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/1310944962949035701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2011/06/good-things.html' title='Good Things'/><author><name>terra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334006971771499299</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-5048712671363649795.post-491123035625532847</id><published>2011-04-28T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T21:57:02.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Evaluation</title><content type='html'>I wanted to label this post, "What I learned about myself." but I already have that post, so maybe I am getting a little wiser after all.  Anyway, this whole competition has been very interesting to me, and I really have learned about myself.  So if you care to know what is inside my head, keep reading, otherwise, save yourself now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a comfort zone that is really quite small.  I do lots of things sufficently, but very few things well.  If I don't feel sufficient or good at something, I just quit, or don't do it at all.  There is proof in many areas of my life such as guitar, voice, and piano lessons to name a few.  I am afraid of rejection, so I don't put myself in positions where I may be rejected.  (not trying out for sports, or things of that nature.)  I live my life very safely.  I am not a risk taker by any stretch of the imagination. I live a comfortable, relatively easy life compared to others who struggle each day with various challenges. (of which I am thankful, and truly feel blessed.) Never putting myself out  - there! The point I am trying to make is that I have never really worked hard for something. Never felt I needed to prove myself. Just been content to be... never reaching, stretching, or going to unfamiliar areas of "my world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into this little "contest" at the persuasion of a friend, with no real intent to win.  But I found as I worked hard that I felt a sense of accomplishment that I had never really felt before.  At each training session I found myself sweating, pushing, and working through things I had no idea my body could actually do.  Occasionally my partner and I would both show up wearing our "Got Courage" t-shirts, and I would smile to myself and think about a talk given by Sister Dalton of the General Young Womens program.  In this talk she was telling the young women of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints that there will be difficult times when they will have to stand up for what they know to be true and that it will be difficult to be different than those around them, but that it is okay because, "We can do hard things."  That thought continued to come into my mind all through this contest as I pushed myself in a way I never had.  I have always chosen the easy way, the comfortable way, the safe way.  But I learned, "I can do hard things." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That small box is still pretty small, and I am not stepping out of it, but I am making it a little bigger.  What I have learned has been on a physical level, but I hope I can apply it to other areas of my life as well. It is those hard things we are faced with (whether we choose them, or they choose us) that will strengthen us physically, emotionally, and spiritually.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say to you, "We can do hard things."  Go out and conquer whatever it is that will push you to your limit and then over the edge to your own personal victory!  See what it is you learn about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Things:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pushing yourself over the edge&lt;br /&gt;2. Friends who cheer you on&lt;br /&gt;3. Learning about yourself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-491123035625532847?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/491123035625532847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=491123035625532847' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/491123035625532847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/491123035625532847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2011/04/self-evaluation.html' title='Self Evaluation'/><author><name>mom</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-554677915985749508</id><published>2011-04-28T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T21:01:18.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Results are In</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, I was in a contest!  I know, kind of out of my box.  Actually, just expanding my box as I like to say.  Anyway here are the final results of the 12 week muscle gain competition:&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I did poorly in the muscle gain category, but I like the look of the results I got.&lt;br /&gt;Total fat loss - 14lbs&lt;br /&gt;Total muscle gain - 4lbs&lt;br /&gt;My body fat went from 27% to 19.3%&lt;br /&gt;I now have 105 lbs of lean muscle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to continue with the knowledge I have gained!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things:&lt;br /&gt;1.  satisfaction with my hard work&lt;br /&gt;2.  G saying I look good&lt;br /&gt;3.  Feeling good from healthy eating&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-554677915985749508?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/554677915985749508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=554677915985749508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/554677915985749508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/554677915985749508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2011/04/results-are-in.html' title='The Results are In'/><author><name>mom</name><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-5048712671363649795.post-3475007430578988375</id><published>2011-04-20T10:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T15:00:03.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who inspires you?</title><content type='html'>I just read this quote...&lt;br /&gt;"If your actions inspire others to dream more, learn more, do more, and become more, then you are a leader." John Quincy Adams&lt;br /&gt;  This statement got me thinking about who my leader and inspiration is.  The obvious answer here would be Jesus Christ.  Especially at this time of year when we are are a little more prone to think of all he has done for us, and all he would have us do to become like him.  And although I expect each of you to have that as your top answer, I want you to leave a comment about who else inspires you to dream more, learn more, do more, and become more.  It  doesn't have to be anyone I know, but tell me who, and why.  &lt;br /&gt;I could probably choose one person each day for the next month, if not more.  I have so many wonderful people in my life who inspire me in so many different ways it is difficult to choose just one. What a blessing to be surrounded with such great people. But for now, I will choose just one.&lt;br /&gt;Amy has been my most recent inspiration.  As I have gotten to know her better, I am amazed at what she can get done in one day, what she learns and can remember about nutrition, all she does for others, and how she is patient with her children, and how she is constantly teaching them the gospel in fun ways. She is filled with wisdom, spunk, and determination. Thanks, Amy, You are a leader and an inspiration.  Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to leave a comment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Things:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Inspirational people in my life&lt;br /&gt;2.  Knowing you can be and do better&lt;br /&gt;3.  Having a Savior to make up the difference&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-3475007430578988375?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3475007430578988375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=3475007430578988375' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/3475007430578988375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/3475007430578988375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='Who inspires you?'/><author><name>mom</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-6748184976389169637</id><published>2011-03-30T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T14:23:36.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Things:</title><content type='html'>1.  working in the yard on a beautiful spring day&lt;br /&gt;2.  no wind&lt;br /&gt;3.  budding things (trees, flowers, bushes)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-6748184976389169637?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6748184976389169637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=6748184976389169637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/6748184976389169637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/6748184976389169637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2011/03/good-things.html' title='Good Things:'/><author><name>mom</name><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-5048712671363649795.post-1036428445874669483</id><published>2011-03-28T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T19:19:08.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been forgetting about ...</title><content type='html'>Good Things:&lt;br /&gt;1. sunshine&lt;br /&gt;2. black jelly beans&lt;br /&gt;3. freshly washed sheets&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-1036428445874669483?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1036428445874669483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=1036428445874669483' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/1036428445874669483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/1036428445874669483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-have-been-forgetting-about.html' title='I have been forgetting about ...'/><author><name>mom</name><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-5048712671363649795.post-8067469777683117650</id><published>2011-03-24T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T15:04:25.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Surprises in one Day!</title><content type='html'>Surprise #1&lt;br /&gt;I got a year older on Friday.  And I was sound asleep at 12:40 am when a voice said, "Happy Birthday Mom!"  Not a voice that should have been at my house in the middle of the night.  K drove home from school to spend the weekend with me on my birthday!  What a fun surprise.  She didn't even tell G until Wed.  Hence the second surprise was already planned.  But it was fun to have her for a few days, and a great surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise #2&lt;br /&gt;So a few weeks ago I not so subltly asked G if he would have my birthday off.  (He gets every other Friday off, so it could be easily arranges.) He asked what I wanted and I said to be with him, and a pair of toms. So a few days before my birthday, I asked him what we were going to do and he said "go to Reno and buy you a pretty dress."  He may have heard me lament on any given Sunday about my lack of dresses.  Anyway, that is all he would tell me, the rest was a surprise.  &lt;br /&gt;We found a really cute dress, that is not for winter, so until it warms up, it will stay in the closet.  Then he told me I would also need to buy a swimsuit.  Done.  Then he took me to a spa for the afternoon.  We had a great time, after the frustration part,(a story for another day) a fun dinner with seafood, and lots of yummy dessert.  It was such fun to be pampered.  Okay, I admit, I am pampered lots, but just so you know, I really like it.  Isn't he the nicest husband ever!  A dress, a day at the spa, and a pair of toms.  Thanks G, I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a delicious torte cake with mousse like frosting the girls made, and flowers from the other kids.  Don't I have the best family! &lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone for making the day wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Everyone should feel this spoiled on their birthday.  I didn't want the day to end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-8067469777683117650?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8067469777683117650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=8067469777683117650' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/8067469777683117650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/8067469777683117650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2011/03/two-surprises-in-one-day.html' title='Two Surprises in one Day!'/><author><name>mom</name><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-5733598587672912223</id><published>2011-03-14T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T11:11:08.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B's  "All That Jazz"  2nd place</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mZcnekR8V04?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-5733598587672912223?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5733598587672912223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=5733598587672912223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/5733598587672912223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/5733598587672912223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2011/03/bs-all-that-jazz-2nd-place.html' title='B&apos;s  &quot;All That Jazz&quot;  2nd place'/><author><name>mom</name><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://img.youtube.com/vi/mZcnekR8V04/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-5933616120306139877</id><published>2011-03-14T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T11:00:25.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B's "Pirate's Waltz" 1st place</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/08QZeqkulEk?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-5933616120306139877?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5933616120306139877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=5933616120306139877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/5933616120306139877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/5933616120306139877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2011/03/bs-pirates-waltz-1st-place.html' title='B&apos;s &quot;Pirate&apos;s Waltz&quot; 1st place'/><author><name>mom</name><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://img.youtube.com/vi/08QZeqkulEk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-6371963046854340680</id><published>2011-03-03T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T14:40:16.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Numbers</title><content type='html'>Six weeks time: good eating +A LOT of hard work=&lt;br /&gt;Seven pounds lost&lt;br /&gt;Five percent body fat lost&lt;br /&gt;Eight pounds of fat lost&lt;br /&gt;Two pounds of lean muscle gained&lt;br /&gt;I think that is the interpretation&lt;br /&gt;Hurray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-6371963046854340680?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6371963046854340680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=6371963046854340680' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/6371963046854340680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/6371963046854340680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2011/03/numbers.html' title='Numbers'/><author><name>mom</name><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-5048712671363649795.post-6089763084438209022</id><published>2011-03-02T20:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T20:15:17.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>continuation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XvumSUxfVj0/TW8VsFSLrVI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Z5lf04B92fg/s1600/IMG_8317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579702310412201298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XvumSUxfVj0/TW8VsFSLrVI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Z5lf04B92fg/s320/IMG_8317.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c2mpQpmI3ww/TW8VrTJ7nHI/AAAAAAAAAdE/FWgQiNW_vBQ/s1600/IMG_8318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579702296955821170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c2mpQpmI3ww/TW8VrTJ7nHI/AAAAAAAAAdE/FWgQiNW_vBQ/s320/IMG_8318.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4EFgt7LYFA8/TW8VrMwTiMI/AAAAAAAAAc8/JwRCji-XjIA/s1600/IMG_8321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579702295237724354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4EFgt7LYFA8/TW8VrMwTiMI/AAAAAAAAAc8/JwRCji-XjIA/s320/IMG_8321.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-6089763084438209022?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6089763084438209022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=6089763084438209022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/6089763084438209022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/6089763084438209022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2011/03/continuation.html' title='continuation'/><author><name>mom</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XvumSUxfVj0/TW8VsFSLrVI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Z5lf04B92fg/s72-c/IMG_8317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-1823453231254252376</id><published>2011-03-02T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T20:09:09.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished Products</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3e_jsre1sM8/TW8R3pPkyQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/EukiqwhfYxI/s1600/IMG_8323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579698110996990210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3e_jsre1sM8/TW8R3pPkyQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/EukiqwhfYxI/s320/IMG_8323.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fSFik-xSNyI/TW8R3X2t2iI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0ZSweRw6R6k/s1600/IMG_8325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579698106329324066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fSFik-xSNyI/TW8R3X2t2iI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0ZSweRw6R6k/s320/IMG_8325.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1UGcN_Z3gc/TW8R3A-OeCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7L4DjGR4q20/s1600/IMG_8327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579698100186806306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1UGcN_Z3gc/TW8R3A-OeCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7L4DjGR4q20/s320/IMG_8327.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skirt for K...I love the detailing. Unfortunately, It didn't fit her. One of the problems of sewing from afar. Hopefully the alterations will work. Once again, I love the detailing of the back kick pleats, it is difficult to see in the picture. Pillows for the kitchen area. I also did valances and a skirt for B that was just plain, not worthy of a picture. I LOVE TO SEW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-1823453231254252376?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1823453231254252376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=1823453231254252376' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/1823453231254252376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/1823453231254252376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2011/03/finished-products.html' title='Finished Products'/><author><name>mom</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3e_jsre1sM8/TW8R3pPkyQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/EukiqwhfYxI/s72-c/IMG_8323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-1186395220851732764</id><published>2011-03-02T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T19:01:06.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can SEE!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I really can see.  I just had ICL surgery for those wondering.  It is basically  an implantable collamer lense. (ICL)  The doc goes in and implants a contact lense that will stay there permanently.  I could instantly see, be it a little blurry because my eyes were dilated the size of a plate.  So, it seems a little strange still.  Last night when I went to bed, I automatically tried to take of my glasses.   Seems after 35 years of taking off my glasses to go to bed it has become a habit!  Also yesterday my eyes seemed a little tired, probably because I read too much, but I found myself thinking...I should go take out my contacts, because that is what I usually do when my eyes are tired.  So....So far, I love it.  I can't wait to go swimming and not have splashes on my glasses, or floating contacts.  Maybe I will finally be good at marco polo...Oh yeah, I really can't swim very well, so that probably won't really help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-1186395220851732764?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1186395220851732764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=1186395220851732764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/1186395220851732764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/1186395220851732764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-can-see.html' title='I can SEE!'/><author><name>mom</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-5282931301324423680</id><published>2011-03-02T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T14:20:09.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Health obsession...for the moment!</title><content type='html'>Today I walked/ran a 5k to see what my starting point is...40:41.  That should leave some room for improvement!  Gotta start somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;I have been busy trying to eat healthy.  I had no idea it would be so time consuming!  A friend of mine talked me into entering a contest at the gym for muscle gain.  Yes, I know, a little crazy.  I have no muscle, and no motivation.  I have accepted that in my life, and was really okay with it...until now.  I always thought I fed my family pretty healthy stuff, no processed food, we don't do fast food, we eat fresh vegetables, etc.  Apparently I had no idea!  I have been tracking food and reading labels...completely new to me.  Oh my goodness. I can't believe what I have been eating.  Anyway, this change is taking sometime to get used to, and I do mean TIME.  I plan out what food I eat everday to make sure I am getting what my body needs to build muscle.  It is all very interesting, and I have learned so much.  The link Join TeAm Healthy on the side is some stuff about how things are going, what we (TeAm) are eating, etc.  Anyway, I am liking the results I can see from this obsession, and can't wait to see some real numbers when I go in for my half way point consultation on Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-5282931301324423680?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5282931301324423680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=5282931301324423680' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/5282931301324423680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/5282931301324423680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2011/03/health-obsessionfor-moment.html' title='Health obsession...for the moment!'/><author><name>mom</name><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-5048712671363649795.post-1797324218803205407</id><published>2011-01-26T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T11:31:01.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Coincidence</title><content type='html'>While I was wasting a few minutes facebook surfing,(sounds better than stalking)  I came across a young girl in her early twenties who said it was interesting where life takes you.  I found this statement not only a little frustrating, but also very annoying.  I just read President Monson's talk (posted below if you want to know what he said,) about how our choices take us on a journey.  He quoted the cheshire cat in "Alice in Wonderland" after Alice comes to a fork in the road and asks which path she should follow.  "That depends where you want to go.  If you do not know where you want to go, it doesn't matter which path you take."  Pres. Monson then says, "Unlike Alice, we all know where we want to go, and it does matter which way we go, for by choosing our path, we choose our destination.  Decisions are constantly before us.  to make them wisely, courage is needed - the courage to say no, the courage to say yes.  Decisions do determine our destiny."&lt;br /&gt;I love that.  It is so plain and simple.  The paths will always be there, everyday. So I say to her (even though she will never read this) life doesn't take us anywhere.  We end up where we choose to go.   Which path will you choose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-1797324218803205407?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1797324218803205407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=1797324218803205407' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/1797324218803205407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/1797324218803205407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-coincidence.html' title='No Coincidence'/><author><name>mom</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-4628886908626535421</id><published>2011-01-26T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T11:08:46.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Three Rs of Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/2010/10/the-three-rs-of-choice?lang=eng&amp;amp;media=video"&gt;The Three Rs of Choice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-4628886908626535421?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://lds.org/general-conference/2010/10/the-three-rs-of-choice?lang=eng&amp;media=video' title='The Three Rs of Choice'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4628886908626535421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=4628886908626535421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/4628886908626535421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/4628886908626535421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2011/01/three-rs-of-choice.html' title='The Three Rs of Choice'/><author><name>mom</name><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-5048712671363649795.post-4362847016339840632</id><published>2011-01-25T13:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T13:25:52.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I would if I could...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TT8_NrIBZBI/AAAAAAAAAcs/kmW8gBieuGQ/s1600/IMG_8311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566237168600441874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TT8_NrIBZBI/AAAAAAAAAcs/kmW8gBieuGQ/s320/IMG_8311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can't blog right now. I am having too much fun sewing. I have four projects going right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will give you end results later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-4362847016339840632?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4362847016339840632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=4362847016339840632' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/4362847016339840632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/4362847016339840632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-would-if-i-could.html' title='I would if I could...'/><author><name>mom</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TT8_NrIBZBI/AAAAAAAAAcs/kmW8gBieuGQ/s72-c/IMG_8311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-5272572561825207346</id><published>2011-01-24T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T10:29:21.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting News!</title><content type='html'>Mom and Dad are going on a mission!  What a great surprise...we didn't even know they had put in papers.  They have been called to serve a service mission in the Heber Camp for 18 months.  I am so excited for them.  They will love working with the young women.  I think it is perfect for them. They go in April come home in October, and then go back in April and home again in October.  It will be fun to see what their responsibilities will be.  But one thing I know for sure, they will be great at whatever they do because they have testimonies to share and are obedient.  What a great blessing this will be to our family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-5272572561825207346?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5272572561825207346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=5272572561825207346' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/5272572561825207346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/5272572561825207346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2011/01/exciting-news.html' title='Exciting News!'/><author><name>mom</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-5125642343284774915</id><published>2011-01-03T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T14:39:03.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To all my blogging friends...</title><content type='html'>Please post!  I love to hear about your mundane day to day tasks.  It makes me feel somewhat normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Things:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Hearing from you&lt;br /&gt;2.  New focus - even if it still the same...maybe it should be refocus, as in goals and resolutions&lt;br /&gt;3.  good advice - sometimes in the form of your blogs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-5125642343284774915?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5125642343284774915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=5125642343284774915' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/5125642343284774915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/5125642343284774915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-all-my-blogging-friends.html' title='To all my blogging friends...'/><author><name>mom</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-6509487932021948858</id><published>2010-12-24T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T09:32:39.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TRTY7F4zkRI/AAAAAAAAAcI/BhDmgbBzPqg/s1600/IMG_8114c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554302750158983442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TRTY7F4zkRI/AAAAAAAAAcI/BhDmgbBzPqg/s320/IMG_8114c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TRTY6juoK4I/AAAAAAAAAcA/hdNdWI4F3VQ/s1600/IMG_8063e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554302740989488002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TRTY6juoK4I/AAAAAAAAAcA/hdNdWI4F3VQ/s320/IMG_8063e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TRTY6bGxBUI/AAAAAAAAAb4/yM82jlvK26U/s1600/IMG_8064%2Bxmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554302738674812226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TRTY6bGxBUI/AAAAAAAAAb4/yM82jlvK26U/s320/IMG_8064%2Bxmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TRTY6P5PHjI/AAAAAAAAAbw/uau8GfXYfWE/s1600/IMG_8212e%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554302735665274418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TRTY6P5PHjI/AAAAAAAAAbw/uau8GfXYfWE/s320/IMG_8212e%2B5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TRTY5hBi_nI/AAAAAAAAAbo/K3CpRZGoVzM/s1600/IMG_8152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554302723083665010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TRTY5hBi_nI/AAAAAAAAAbo/K3CpRZGoVzM/s320/IMG_8152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still working on B getting a new picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-6509487932021948858?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6509487932021948858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=6509487932021948858' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/6509487932021948858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/6509487932021948858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2010/12/still-working-on-b-getting-new-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>mom</name><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/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TRTY7F4zkRI/AAAAAAAAAcI/BhDmgbBzPqg/s72-c/IMG_8114c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-7860354422118288492</id><published>2010-12-24T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T09:27:03.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>We wish you all a very Merry Christmas.  May you enjoy your family and celebrate Christ. &lt;br /&gt;Good Things:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Having hope because of Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;2.  Family&lt;br /&gt;3.  The feelings of Christmas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-7860354422118288492?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7860354422118288492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=7860354422118288492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/7860354422118288492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/7860354422118288492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>mom</name><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-5048712671363649795.post-5856166592081048872</id><published>2010-12-06T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T11:57:46.353-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2'/><title type='text'>Good things:</title><content type='html'>1.  getting things done&lt;br /&gt;2.  sewing for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;3.  beginning to look like Christmas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-5856166592081048872?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5856166592081048872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=5856166592081048872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/5856166592081048872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/5856166592081048872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2010/12/good-things.html' title='Good things:'/><author><name>mom</name><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-5048712671363649795.post-8454655508116753555</id><published>2010-11-30T11:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T11:36:09.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good things:</title><content type='html'>1.  K coming home&lt;br /&gt;2.  Good food&lt;br /&gt;3.  Safe travels&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-8454655508116753555?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8454655508116753555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=8454655508116753555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/8454655508116753555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/8454655508116753555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2010/11/good-things.html' title='Good things:'/><author><name>mom</name><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-5048712671363649795.post-3829808758772639464</id><published>2010-11-24T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T21:18:56.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Finished Product</title><content type='html'>The dress, not the girl! (Still working on her!)&lt;br /&gt;And other cute pictures from prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TO3xNhqJKDI/AAAAAAAAAbc/B2ed2Y3U678/s1600/IMG_7964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543351931038672946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TO3xNhqJKDI/AAAAAAAAAbc/B2ed2Y3U678/s320/IMG_7964.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TO3xMUG7YvI/AAAAAAAAAbU/06uRQcCuzVc/s1600/76787_1431101028731_1569040308_30911500_6208014_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543351910221439730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TO3xMUG7YvI/AAAAAAAAAbU/06uRQcCuzVc/s320/76787_1431101028731_1569040308_30911500_6208014_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TO3xMCgYtLI/AAAAAAAAAbM/B0sSDZ3juEw/s1600/IMG_7954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543351905496380594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TO3xMCgYtLI/AAAAAAAAAbM/B0sSDZ3juEw/s320/IMG_7954.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TO3xLnAbCeI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Cwn3hBygHfI/s1600/IMG_7890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543351898114558434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TO3xLnAbCeI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Cwn3hBygHfI/s320/IMG_7890.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TO3xLSsFY6I/AAAAAAAAAa8/QGX_f8C1-bQ/s1600/IMG_7948%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543351892660544418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TO3xLSsFY6I/AAAAAAAAAa8/QGX_f8C1-bQ/s320/IMG_7948%2Bcopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-3829808758772639464?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3829808758772639464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=3829808758772639464' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/3829808758772639464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/3829808758772639464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2010/11/finished-product.html' title='The Finished Product'/><author><name>mom</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TO3xNhqJKDI/AAAAAAAAAbc/B2ed2Y3U678/s72-c/IMG_7964.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-6503165096219141231</id><published>2010-11-03T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T11:12:14.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TNGl3OQO42I/AAAAAAAAAaw/V843iN5W04k/s1600/IMG_7574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535387785152619362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TNGl3OQO42I/AAAAAAAAAaw/V843iN5W04k/s320/IMG_7574.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5048712671363649795-6503165096219141231?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6503165096219141231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=6503165096219141231' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/6503165096219141231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/6503165096219141231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>mom</name><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/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TNGl3OQO42I/AAAAAAAAAaw/V843iN5W04k/s72-c/IMG_7574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-8705667540802250782</id><published>2010-11-03T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T11:02:28.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For whatever reason, I can't add the picture for the felted hat. maybe later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-8705667540802250782?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8705667540802250782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=8705667540802250782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/8705667540802250782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/8705667540802250782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2010/11/for-whatever-reason-i-cant-add-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>mom</name><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-5048712671363649795.post-3395265634971529874</id><published>2010-11-03T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T10:38:07.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Felting</title><content type='html'>I tried something new over the weekend...Felting!  Felting is when you use a wool yarn and then shrink it down so it no longer looks like yarn, but felt.  I found a super easy pattern for free on the internet at Crochet Me.  I was very sceptical about it because when I finished crocheting, it looked like it would fit Shrek.  But I added hot water, and TADAH...a cute little hat.  It was so easy, I want to make more.  So guess what I am giving for Christmas?  Too bad all those difficult people I give to don't want a cute felted hat!  I still need to add a few braids which I will add BEFORE felting next time, but I was so excited, I just couldn't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Things:&lt;br /&gt;1. learning something new&lt;br /&gt;2.  being excited about it&lt;br /&gt;3.  getting Christmas started&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-3395265634971529874?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3395265634971529874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=3395265634971529874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/3395265634971529874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/3395265634971529874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2010/11/felting.html' title='Felting'/><author><name>mom</name><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-5048712671363649795.post-158363263133960951</id><published>2010-11-03T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T10:26:36.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More of the Same</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TNGakpM_I_I/AAAAAAAAAak/gyWA6DTvVE4/s1600/IMG_7573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535375371341341682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TNGakpM_I_I/AAAAAAAAAak/gyWA6DTvVE4/s320/IMG_7573.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TNGakc4YbVI/AAAAAAAAAac/Rcc1_8IBn6Q/s1600/IMG_7572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535375368033693010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TNGakc4YbVI/AAAAAAAAAac/Rcc1_8IBn6Q/s320/IMG_7572.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, more of the same. That just means life keeps going so I run to keep up. Nothing spectacular or noteworthy really at my house. Just the usual. B starts regional playoffs in soccer today. Going in with the # 1 seat in our division with an 18-1 record. D is done with soccer, finished 3rd in his division. K is loving college and I think doing well. She got a part-time job and also volunteers at an afterschool program. G is now working with the deacons in young men's, which is good because D is there. I have gotten back into the gym and doing well, I just figured out how to breathe so I don't go home with a headache everyday. Last week I canned some green tomato raspberry jam and some green salsa. Both are yummy! I have also been working on a prom dress, (which is based loosely on this pattern, as always) table runner, and scrap blanket. Things are good, just more of the same!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. more of the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. sewing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. life&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/5048712671363649795-158363263133960951?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/158363263133960951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=158363263133960951' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/158363263133960951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/158363263133960951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2010/11/more-of-same.html' title='More of the Same'/><author><name>mom</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TNGakpM_I_I/AAAAAAAAAak/gyWA6DTvVE4/s72-c/IMG_7573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-6762112618387722268</id><published>2010-10-12T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T11:05:33.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Artisan Bread</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TLSjJAHbdKI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Ovwv3HUT8yQ/s1600/IMG_7499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527222017735750818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TLSjJAHbdKI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Ovwv3HUT8yQ/s320/IMG_7499.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sounds pretty fancy,huh. A lady I visit teach was making this one day when I visited and she shared her recipe. Thanks Sister Perry. It is so good, easy to make, and costs much less than what you buy. I was so excited about my beautiful loaf, I had to show it off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. New recipes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Friends who teach you something new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Fresh baked ...anything! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-6762112618387722268?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6762112618387722268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=6762112618387722268' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/6762112618387722268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/6762112618387722268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2010/10/artisan-bread.html' title='Artisan Bread'/><author><name>mom</name><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/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TLSjJAHbdKI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Ovwv3HUT8yQ/s72-c/IMG_7499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-3730782715775203752</id><published>2010-09-16T21:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T21:09:26.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red ALERT!</title><content type='html'>Attention all drivers and pedestrians...B got her license!   I now only go into town a few times a day instead of several.  Think of all the money I am saving on gas...insurance you ask?  Not so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Things:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Less chauffering&lt;br /&gt;2.  Children prepared to be on their own&lt;br /&gt;3.  Children still at home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-3730782715775203752?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3730782715775203752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=3730782715775203752' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/3730782715775203752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/3730782715775203752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2010/09/red-alert.html' title='Red ALERT!'/><author><name>mom</name><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-5048712671363649795.post-2282065277703787796</id><published>2010-09-16T21:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T21:04:34.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-2282065277703787796?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2282065277703787796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=2282065277703787796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/2282065277703787796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/2282065277703787796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>mom</name><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-5048712671363649795.post-5923860355147707983</id><published>2010-09-16T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T21:03:42.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I learned about myself</title><content type='html'>I admit, I am a control freak.  This I know.  I think most Moms are this way, it is just how we work.  It is our job to know what is going on and where everyone is.  So I learned this first week of K being gone that I NEED to know these things. So I am having a bit of a hard time not knowing who she is with, and what she is doing.  But I am controlling the urge to find out all the time.   Call it withdrawls if you want... I like to think of it as good mothering!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-5923860355147707983?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5923860355147707983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=5923860355147707983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/5923860355147707983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/5923860355147707983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-i-learned-about-myself.html' title='What I learned about myself'/><author><name>mom</name><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-5048712671363649795.post-6966018659574057642</id><published>2010-09-16T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T20:56:47.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes, Opportunities, &amp; Advice</title><content type='html'>So, kids are back in school, and have been for awhile.  I just was a little distracted by other things...Such as getting a child ready to go college, and take her there.  I know, it doesn't seem quite possible that someone as young as myself could possibly be old enough to have a daughter in college. (wink, wink) Anyway, it happened.&lt;br /&gt;     Change is usually most difficult for those left behind.  Our house seems quieter.  Not that K was loud, but she liked to talk...alot.  She would tell us in detail how her day went, what she did, who she was with, what time she did it (exact to the minute,) what she ate, etc.  I liked it.  The table seems empty.  Set for only four, it just doesn't seem right.  No one asking if I need help with dinner.  No one calling to see if I need anything at the store before she comes home.   Just little changes in the dynamics of our family.  I am sad, and miss her,  I think everyone does.          However, I am so excited for her.  She has so many opportunities ahead of her.  So many new friends to meet.  So much to learn.  So much to see.  What an exciting time  in her life...&lt;br /&gt;    So here is my advice...&lt;br /&gt;Remember who you are  and what you stand for.&lt;br /&gt;Right is still right  when no one else is doing it, and wrong is still wrong even when everyone else is doing it.&lt;br /&gt;Always say your prayers.(and read your scriptures.)&lt;br /&gt;You are  the Daughter of a King...A true Princess.&lt;br /&gt;We love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-6966018659574057642?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6966018659574057642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=6966018659574057642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/6966018659574057642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/6966018659574057642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2010/09/changes-opportunities-advice.html' title='Changes, Opportunities, &amp; Advice'/><author><name>mom</name><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-5048712671363649795.post-9130538464634088991</id><published>2010-08-20T10:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T10:07:29.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Things</title><content type='html'>I have forgotten about the Good Things!&lt;br /&gt;1.  working in my "office" all morning&lt;br /&gt;2.  figuring out a program I have been stumped about for a long time&lt;br /&gt;3.  Cool evenings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-9130538464634088991?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/9130538464634088991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=9130538464634088991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/9130538464634088991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/9130538464634088991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2010/08/good-things.html' title='Good Things'/><author><name>mom</name><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-5048712671363649795.post-8638187968953079927</id><published>2010-08-09T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T19:30:34.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimsuit</title><content type='html'>I recently found a very cute swimsuit at Target.  It was even on clearance, so I just had to try it on because I am always in need of suits.  It was just a top, which was great since I wear board shorts on the bottom to help with the unsightly mom hips.  Anyway, I tried it on and it really was so cute...no cleavage showing, long enough to cover muffin tops. It seemed to fit all the common criteria of a great thing including the price, since it was on clearance. So I threw it in the cart and away I went, ever so happy with the last suit purchase of the summer season.&lt;br /&gt; We were staying at our timeshare with hot tubs, so when I got there, I pulled off the tag, and went for a little dip in the tubs.  Yes, it even looked pretty good in water although a little baggy on the stomach.  But that was even better, I wouldn't have to worry about all those ab exercises I have been meaning to do all summer.  The next day I was doing a little clean up, and picked up the tags off from the night stand to throw in the trash...WHAT? A MATERNITY SWIM TOP!  Yes, I had purchased myself a lovely maternity top.  And although I am not pregnant, nor plan to be anytime soon, I will continue to wear my ...Oh, so cute top!&lt;br /&gt; I think I better get real serious about returning to the gym!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-8638187968953079927?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8638187968953079927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=8638187968953079927' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/8638187968953079927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/8638187968953079927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2010/08/swimsuit.html' title='Swimsuit'/><author><name>mom</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-5332454821236904887</id><published>2010-06-27T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T08:25:54.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby is growing up!</title><content type='html'>D turned 12 this week!  Although the actual day didn't seem that significant, everything else is.  We started his day at 6:50 with a visit from Bishop Wadsworth.  He kindly arranged for D to receive the priesthood that morning before he went to work so he could go to the temple the next day.  That was very exciting, and D has been looking forward to that, and getting himself ready to receive the priesthood.  He is such a good boy, and continues to amaze me in his understanding of the gospel, and his awareness of the spirit.  Not too long ago he came to me crying and said he didn't feel good about going to a friends  house. (He had not been there before.) He really wanted to go, but knew he shouldn't.  I had been busy with camp stuff among other things, and apparently not paying attention.  I am so thankful for his worthiness to recognize the spirit, and follow its promptings.  There seems to be time and time again when he is blessed for his faithfulness, and his sincere prayers.  We are so lucky to have him in our family.  He is a hard worker, thoughtful, smart, funny, and loving young man. &lt;br /&gt;That evening G and I took D and Reed and Carissa out to dinner and to an Aces baseball game. I think they had fun.&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday our whole family went to the temple.  I have been looking forward to all being there for a long time.  I always felt bad when we would leave D home while the rest of us went in for baptisms.  But today, we all were there...I look forward to many more days like that... A little taste of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Today D will get to pass the sacrament for the first time.   A new suit is definitely in order for that.  Hopefully he will let me take a picture.  I really wanted a picture yesterday of all of us at the temple, but when we left, not a soul was around.  A great weekend not only for D, but for me, the Mom as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Being in the temple with everyone&lt;br /&gt;2.  A worthy family&lt;br /&gt;3.  Growing up (sad too)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-5332454821236904887?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5332454821236904887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=5332454821236904887' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/5332454821236904887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/5332454821236904887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-baby-is-growing-up.html' title='My baby is growing up!'/><author><name>mom</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-9056564425847263681</id><published>2010-06-27T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T08:02:03.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The rest of the family</title><content type='html'>While B and I were at camp, everyone else was busy as well.  G had the unpleasant experience of working all week, and being home alone.  He didn't think that was much fun, and I think even appreciates all the noise and messes the rest of us make.  I was happy to see him too, I missed him not coming up to join me for testimony meeting and clean up.&lt;br /&gt;D had the time of his life with his cousins.  They did all the things he and boys love. Camping, 4 wheeling, shooting, and various other things he could not get enough of.  He asked to stay just one more day.  Thanks, to those who made that possible, and did lots of extra driving, and cooking to feed a growing boy.&lt;br /&gt;K went to Hawaii with her dance team.  They had four performances, and taught workshops.  They also had lots of free time for going to the Polynesian Cultural Center, which was her favorite thing, and snorkeling, Pearl Harbor, surfing, visiting the temple, and just enjoying the beach.  She had a great time and is trying to talk us into Hawaii for spring break.&lt;br /&gt;With everyone going there separate ways for even a week, I can see how the dynamics of our family are about to change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-9056564425847263681?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/9056564425847263681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=9056564425847263681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/9056564425847263681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/9056564425847263681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2010/06/rest-of-family.html' title='The rest of the family'/><author><name>mom</name><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-5048712671363649795.post-2105148965731581668</id><published>2010-06-27T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T07:48:33.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Young Women Camp</title><content type='html'>I went to camp June 14-18.  This time with only one daughter, B.  It seemed strange to not have K with us, but I guess daughters grow up, and can't be in YW forever. G didn't get to join us either because he had to work.  I also missed  the Austin's due to health, and a  counselor, Kenna, and her husband due to back surgery...The things people do to get out of  camp!  And although they were missed, we did survive without them, but had to work extra to fill their jobs, as they all just pitch in to do whatever is needed.  I love help like that!&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit worried about the weather situation because of the cold spring, but left it in God's hands knowing I couldn't do a thing about it...And just like always, He took care of us and gave us beautiful weather.  Many from our stake went up the Saturday before and shoveled snow out of the ampitheatre and off tent pads.  There were still piles around when we got there and a little mud.  The days were warm and the nights cold, but I took extra blankets, and slept warmer than ever.&lt;br /&gt;The theme this year was "stolen" from my sister..."Got Courage?"  We focused on having the courage to stand up for what is right, and how those good decisions will lead us to the temple.  The leaders were wonderful.  They all took such good care of their young women.  And did some really great things to teach about courage and the temple.  We had great speakers, fireside, workshops, and devotionals.  To all who took part, any part in the planning of camp, I thank you.  It could not happen with one person.  I have such great people to work with, who love the young women, and want them to feel the spirit.  I know the young women felt the spirit in not only an amazing testimony meeting, but as they participated in workshops, learning, and team building experiences.  My prayer is that they continue to feel and recognize the spirit in their lives, and they make the small changes that will keep them on the path to return to our Heavenly Father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-2105148965731581668?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2105148965731581668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=2105148965731581668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/2105148965731581668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/2105148965731581668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2010/06/young-women-camp.html' title='Young Women Camp'/><author><name>mom</name><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-5048712671363649795.post-3926601575900146833</id><published>2010-06-07T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T09:23:38.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma(sp?)</title><content type='html'>So here is my most recent dilemma...I have been doing two thing for the last 9 months that take a considerable amount of my time.  I have done it not because I wanted to necessarily, because I have felt an obligation to, let's just say the "community."  I have now come to the conclusion that I am under appreciated, and no one seems to notice my "good works."  Now understand, I don't feel entitled to a grand thank you, or anything of that sort, but a genuine heartfelt thank you would be a nice gesture.  So without going into further detail not fit for public viewing, I have a decision to make for the future...Do I continue with the obligations knowing that no one will notice, I will again be under appreciated, and get over it, or do I simply say "no thank you" next time with no explanation, and feel guilty for being a non-supportive parent?  Please help me out with your comments.  I know I am not the only one who has felt this way.  My new goal is to make sure those who help me out are thanked and let know of my appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things:&lt;br /&gt;1. knowing someone appreciates you&lt;br /&gt;2. those who say "thanks"&lt;br /&gt;3.  friends who listen to me ramble&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-3926601575900146833?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3926601575900146833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=3926601575900146833' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/3926601575900146833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/3926601575900146833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2010/06/dilemmasp.html' title='Dilemma(sp?)'/><author><name>mom</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-2784828938538620437</id><published>2010-06-06T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:39:36.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>K my Graduate!</title><content type='html'>G and K&lt;br /&gt;Mason, K and Kai&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TAvpBZoSZJI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/zwVo7PNHg6M/s1600/IMG_5217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479729581895345298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TAvpBZoSZJI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/zwVo7PNHg6M/s320/IMG_5217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TAvpA8bdLjI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/YFfohNHPj7c/s1600/IMG_5245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479729574056898098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TAvpA8bdLjI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/YFfohNHPj7c/s320/IMG_5245.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TAvn4KSmt8I/AAAAAAAAAZo/-B1Q7J4zDZA/s1600/IMG_5203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479728323647420354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TAvn4KSmt8I/AAAAAAAAAZo/-B1Q7J4zDZA/s320/IMG_5203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TAvn3etaYLI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Tt8qCqHaqzc/s1600/IMG_5185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479728311948697778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TAvn3etaYLI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Tt8qCqHaqzc/s320/IMG_5185.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TAvn2jj69fI/AAAAAAAAAZY/WweTMqPhWxg/s1600/IMG_5151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479728296071198194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TAvn2jj69fI/AAAAAAAAAZY/WweTMqPhWxg/s320/IMG_5151.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B, K, and D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TAvkMaBaMgI/AAAAAAAAAZM/rSlfnuTg5ww/s1600/IMG_5162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479724273421136386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TAvkMaBaMgI/AAAAAAAAAZM/rSlfnuTg5ww/s320/IMG_5162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TAvkLgT8DsI/AAAAAAAAAZE/V7OlQ4S6jXE/s1600/IMG_5153.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TAvkK6wlBQI/AAAAAAAAAY8/20egr3F7Aro/s1600/IMG_5142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479724247849174274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TAvkK6wlBQI/AAAAAAAAAY8/20egr3F7Aro/s320/IMG_5142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; G giving K her diploma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K talking about retiring teachers, her Grandma G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K singing "Don't Stop Believing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TAvkKRT4reI/AAAAAAAAAY0/0Gr4iVwtdqs/s1600/IMG_5103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479724236722974178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TAvkKRT4reI/AAAAAAAAAY0/0Gr4iVwtdqs/s320/IMG_5103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TAviBJXzgMI/AAAAAAAAAYo/ISMn-gJHIyk/s1600/IMG_5097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479721880949850306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TAviBJXzgMI/AAAAAAAAAYo/ISMn-gJHIyk/s320/IMG_5097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; K and Lauren, Senior President and Vice President&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leading the Graduates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, could it really be that K graduated from high school already? Wasn't it just yesterday she had her kindergarten graduation? I just can't hang on to the time...It seems to get away from me. How did my shy tiny preschooler turn into a confident beautiful intelligent young woman? Although I am not ready to admit it happened, it did. She is ready to face to world and go out on her own. She will be fine...she knows who she is. Thanks to all who have supported and taught her...It really does take a village to raise a child. I am so proud of all that she has become, and will continue to become. She has worked so hard in, and excelled in many aspects of high school, academics, sports, music, leadership. I know she will continue to make me proud and will find success and happiness in her future. I love you. Be who you are and you will be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-2784828938538620437?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2784828938538620437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=2784828938538620437' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/2784828938538620437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/2784828938538620437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2010/06/k-my-graduate.html' title='K my Graduate!'/><author><name>mom</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/TAvpBZoSZJI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/zwVo7PNHg6M/s72-c/IMG_5217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-625574957990604947</id><published>2010-06-02T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T09:21:06.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot!</title><content type='html'>About posting good things.  And I do have some, I just forgot.&lt;br /&gt;Good things:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Rains that come AFTER the party&lt;br /&gt;2.  Boys who listen to the still small voice (even if they don't listen to my big loud voice)&lt;br /&gt;3.  Daughters who grow up to be strong, confident, beautiful, and make good choices&lt;br /&gt;4.  Dads, Moms, and sisters who come and work while they stay at my house&lt;br /&gt;5.  A husband who interacts with teenagers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-625574957990604947?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/625574957990604947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=625574957990604947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/625574957990604947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/625574957990604947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-forgot.html' title='I forgot!'/><author><name>mom</name><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-5048712671363649795.post-5394626662412067186</id><published>2010-05-26T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T14:31:16.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>K's final dress for her high school career...On to the next child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/S_2S-k0kBYI/AAAAAAAAAYc/4jquWXlO71A/s1600/30555_395646355068_583370068_4641121_6451030_s%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 98px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475694325686076802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/S_2S-k0kBYI/AAAAAAAAAYc/4jquWXlO71A/s320/30555_395646355068_583370068_4641121_6451030_s%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/S_2S-AyzfmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/f--wwimHYn4/s1600/29209_397960945822_723280822_4885120_5928113_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475694316015025762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/S_2S-AyzfmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/f--wwimHYn4/s320/29209_397960945822_723280822_4885120_5928113_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/S_2S9up_z5I/AAAAAAAAAYM/6Dw2RdhbC3Q/s1600/30555_395647680068_583370068_4641166_8295516_s%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 98px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475694311146246034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/S_2S9up_z5I/AAAAAAAAAYM/6Dw2RdhbC3Q/s320/30555_395647680068_583370068_4641166_8295516_s%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;G and I missed this event. But B and a friend filled in for the role of hair dresser, and so forth. I know I am a little prejudice, but K looks fabulous. And the dress was finished with 24 hours to spare. How I will miss sewing for K, even though she always changes her mind about something, or doesn't like the fit, and every other thing imaginable. The things we do for our children. You are beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-5394626662412067186?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5394626662412067186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=5394626662412067186' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/5394626662412067186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/5394626662412067186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2010/05/ks-final-dress-for-her-high-school.html' title='K&apos;s final dress for her high school career...On to the next child'/><author><name>mom</name><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/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/S_2S-k0kBYI/AAAAAAAAAYc/4jquWXlO71A/s72-c/30555_395646355068_583370068_4641121_6451030_s%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-494087178270929194</id><published>2010-05-07T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T23:15:13.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo Hoo!</title><content type='html'>Just got news this week that K was awarded the "Award in Excellence" scholarship from BYU-I.  That means full tuition for two semesters!  So happy about that.  Good to see all her hard work academically, practice time in extra- curricular, service, seminary and leadership paid off after all.  So proud of her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-494087178270929194?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/494087178270929194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=494087178270929194' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/494087178270929194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/494087178270929194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2010/05/woo-hoo.html' title='Woo Hoo!'/><author><name>mom</name><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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-5846989140855789326</id><published>2010-05-02T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T10:25:21.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Dance another Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/S92rYRq3c0I/AAAAAAAAAYA/9LnwS5DU3Vg/s1600/IMG_5050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466713956246057794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/S92rYRq3c0I/AAAAAAAAAYA/9LnwS5DU3Vg/s320/IMG_5050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/S92rXhHybKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/q9hAV_0VYCQ/s1600/IMG_5049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466713943214025890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/S92rXhHybKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/q9hAV_0VYCQ/s320/IMG_5049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really like to sew! Have I mentioned that before? Here is the latest creation for Prom in the next town over. This is K with her friend Nate. For me... On to the next project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-5846989140855789326?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5846989140855789326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=5846989140855789326' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/5846989140855789326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/5846989140855789326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2010/05/another-dance-another-dress.html' title='Another Dance another Dress'/><author><name>mom</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/S92rYRq3c0I/AAAAAAAAAYA/9LnwS5DU3Vg/s72-c/IMG_5050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-7790315370477166789</id><published>2010-05-02T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T09:34:02.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/S92okkYcKaI/AAAAAAAAAXw/mffzgIqW-hA/s1600/IMG_5044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466710868892592546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/S92okkYcKaI/AAAAAAAAAXw/mffzgIqW-hA/s320/IMG_5044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For about 3-4 years now, I have wanted to paint my door red. Last year I actually went and got some samples, but didn't find the right color. I didn't want it to be tinted pink in anyway. Yes, a red door, kind of not my usual self since just about my entire house is tan and white.  But sometimes I like little splashes of unexpected color in my life such as a red wall in the kitchen,  or an orange purse.  Sometimes I even go as far as putting on some colorful jewelry instead of the gold standby. I finally did it. I know have a rhubarb door. Some of my family members don't like it. And that is okay, but it is staying rhubarb for now. What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-7790315370477166789?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7790315370477166789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=7790315370477166789' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/7790315370477166789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/7790315370477166789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-do-you-think.html' title='What do you think?'/><author><name>mom</name><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/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/S92okkYcKaI/AAAAAAAAAXw/mffzgIqW-hA/s72-c/IMG_5044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-1537743633536663410</id><published>2010-04-29T18:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T18:47:57.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I Come From...</title><content type='html'>Take a look at how I grew up.  At Petunia's Patch  blog.  She is my sister.  This is what we did growing up every spring. For those of you who are city folks, it is called branding - when you put your brand on them, (with a hot iron) vaccinate them, dehorn them, ear tag them, and make the bulls into steers. We also take the cattle to the hills - actually driving them with horses - not trucks - to where they graze for the summer.  In the fall we would bring them back home, and put them in a field nearby for the winter months.  When I was younger, I rode with them some because it was a day off school to help.  But as I got older I liked it less, and would sooner prefer to help with the meal my mom always brought to the hungry cowboys.  And although my sister and I are alike in many ways, this is one area we aren't,she loves it, and as you can tell, still wants to grow up to be a cowboy.  I still don't know what I want to be...do I have to decide yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-1537743633536663410?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1537743633536663410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=1537743633536663410' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/1537743633536663410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/1537743633536663410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2010/04/where-i.html' title='Where I Come From...'/><author><name>mom</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-5730106996737429654</id><published>2010-04-19T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T10:14:36.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run away  Mia</title><content type='html'>Just when I thought the dog (mia) had the wireless shock fence figured out, she ran away again!  All I can say, is that D has a lot of faith when he prays, and that Heavenly Father really does care about even the little things, like runaway dogs, and boys who love them.  I am not sure how many more times this will happen, but  am grateful to Heavenly Father who knows the faith and lessons that a young boy can learn when he prays and his dog comes home.  Or, maybe the lesson is actually for me.  Even when I don't make the best choice, Heavenly Father still  loves me, and answers my prayer that a boy's prayer will be answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Things:&lt;br /&gt;1.  unconditional love&lt;br /&gt;2. childlike faith&lt;br /&gt;3.  D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-5730106996737429654?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5730106996737429654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=5730106996737429654' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/5730106996737429654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/5730106996737429654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2010/04/run-away-mia.html' title='Run away  Mia'/><author><name>mom</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-170431129063555554</id><published>2010-04-19T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T10:03:55.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage and being Strong</title><content type='html'>I went to a movie this weekend.  Yes, I went to a movie.  I don't usually do that, it just kind of bores me to sit still for so long.  Well, I don't think I will be going again for a long time.  I should have gotten up and walked out, but unfortunately, I didn't.  I guess I didn't have the courage.  It makes me sad that I didn't, I apologized to k and b for not doing that.  If I as an adult with my peers who believe the same things I do cannot get up and walk away, how can I expect my own children and young women to walk away.  I was surrounded by friends who know what I know, and have the same values as I, but many times our teenagers are with peers who don't necessarily have the same values.  I wish I would have acted on my instinct, and walked away.  Next time I will, I don't like how I feel.  I truly think that everyone there wishes they were the one who stood up and walked away.  I am convinced that if one person would have, the rest would have followed.  I wish I would have remembered what someone once told me.  "When ever there is a Nephi who stands up for what he believes, there will always be a Sam who follows."  I commit to be that Nephi in the the future, whether it is a movie, or something else.  How can I talk about courage to my young women when I don't have the courage to  do the right thing.  I suppose that is what repentance and the atonement are all about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things:&lt;br /&gt;1. Recognizing wrong (even when it is too late)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Repentance&lt;br /&gt;3.  Those who walk away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-170431129063555554?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/170431129063555554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=170431129063555554' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/170431129063555554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/170431129063555554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2010/04/courage-and-being-strong.html' title='Courage and being Strong'/><author><name>mom</name><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-5048712671363649795.post-8597130956739439051</id><published>2010-04-19T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T09:44:11.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to say.</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of blogging, or maybe no one reads me anyway.  But I just haven't had anything to say.  The same old stuff sometimes gets boring, and who wants to read about what we do all the time.  So since I use this as a journal, I sometimes put in my thoughts and opinions. (as you may have noticed)  That will come next. But here are a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Things:&lt;br /&gt;1. enjoying "phantom of the opera" with k and b&lt;br /&gt;2. eating really good food&lt;br /&gt;3. seeing things turn green&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-8597130956739439051?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8597130956739439051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=8597130956739439051' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/8597130956739439051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/8597130956739439051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2010/04/something-to-say.html' title='Something to say.'/><author><name>mom</name><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-5048712671363649795.post-3536272779411329827</id><published>2010-03-16T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T10:41:25.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait...</title><content type='html'>It is already half way through March!  And I am relieved.  Things have been a little stressful for me the last three weeks, but I think I am good for a bit.  Talk on modesty...done, blouses for B's dance team...done, presenting at the parent summit...done,  Ten Virgin production...done,  costumes for D's dance team...getting done. &lt;br /&gt;Although track has started and soccer is just around the corner, I feel pretty good about things.  I don't have to do anything for those activities.  Oh yeah, I do have to show up for games and meets.  And by the way it was freezing cold at the meet on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday, it was the day I have been waiting for...Sunshine, 60 plus degrees, it was beautiful.  I spent some time out in the yard cleaning out flower beds.  It was so warm I had to take off my sweatshirt.  Today is even warmer...Please stay!&lt;br /&gt;Good things:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;2.  Wearing flip flops without numb toes&lt;br /&gt;3.  The end of the tunnel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-3536272779411329827?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3536272779411329827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=3536272779411329827' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/3536272779411329827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/3536272779411329827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2010/03/wait.html' title='Wait...'/><author><name>mom</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-613075495826817439</id><published>2010-02-28T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T16:23:05.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good News is...</title><content type='html'>K and B's honor choir concert was great...both of their dance teams took first in their category, and both did well in individuals.  The bad news...Neither made All-State Choir. &lt;br /&gt;Good Things:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Safe travel&lt;br /&gt;2.  A surprise Sister day&lt;br /&gt;3.  good news&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-613075495826817439?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/613075495826817439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=613075495826817439' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/613075495826817439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/613075495826817439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-news-is.html' title='The Good News is...'/><author><name>mom</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-516505587722900597</id><published>2010-02-21T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T19:37:20.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, it's over...</title><content type='html'>And I am so glad it is.  I had the ...uh...pleasure?... of speaking at the adult session of conference yesterday.  The topic...one of my favorite...just not to speak about...modesty.  As you all know, I have quite an opinion on this subject.  Lucky for me, I found many quotes from apostles, prophets, and other LDS leaders on this subject, so I didn't have to share much of my own thoughts.  And I must say,  I am in good company on this one.  I think it mostly went okay, I just read what I had prepared.  I am not so good at speaking "from the cuff." Just one quick thing I think most people could benefit from...(I found this in the New Era)...Head, shoulders, knees, and toes.  When you get dressed, put yourself in front of a full length mirror, and proceed to raise your hands to your head, shoulders, knees, and toes.  Does what you see change your mind on what you are planning to wear?  When we dress modestly, we can have the companionship of the Holy Ghost. &lt;br /&gt;Good Things:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Principle to live by&lt;br /&gt;2.  Modern Prophets&lt;br /&gt;3.  Having it over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-516505587722900597?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/516505587722900597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=516505587722900597' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/516505587722900597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/516505587722900597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2010/02/well-its-over.html' title='Well, it&apos;s over...'/><author><name>mom</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-7136545952032186257</id><published>2010-02-19T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T11:38:35.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling Along...</title><content type='html'>I really don't have anything to share today...no strong opinions, nothing irritating,  nothing spectacular.  But G keeps telling me I need to update my blog.  Just rolling along.  We did have a fun weekend with friends celebrating a birthday, visiting with a missionary who served here, going to Walley's.  You know it has been a successful weekend of play when it is time for a major clean-up on Tuesday.  K has a new blog address, you can get there on my link.  Here is something exciting.  We are going to Belize to celebrate our 20th year wedding anniversary.  And yes, we really are that old!  We just look young! If only it were true!&lt;br /&gt;Good things:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Something to look forward to&lt;br /&gt;2.  Playing all weekend&lt;br /&gt;3.  SUNSHINE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-7136545952032186257?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7136545952032186257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=7136545952032186257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/7136545952032186257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/7136545952032186257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2010/02/rolling-along.html' title='Rolling Along...'/><author><name>mom</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-303892591575895549</id><published>2010-02-03T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T10:06:28.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Things</title><content type='html'>1. Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;2. Sweat and cycle&lt;br /&gt;3. accomplishing something&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-303892591575895549?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/303892591575895549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=303892591575895549' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/303892591575895549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/303892591575895549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-things.html' title='Good Things'/><author><name>mom</name><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-5048712671363649795.post-279808363234902896</id><published>2010-01-09T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T21:31:38.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Toys...</title><content type='html'>I must tell you, that the last post was sincere...However, today my new toy was delivered, and G's too.  We got each other new toys for Christmas...And it isn't what you think!  I got him a dryer, and he got me a washer!&lt;br /&gt;OHHH, they are so wonderful! And QUIET!  It just got fun to do the laundry.  I have been wanting new ones for about 3 years, and they just kept on giving.  But then the washer started to leak, so we decided after about 13 years of a used set, we would get new one.  I really didn't realize how loud the old ones were.  I don't even have to shut the laundry room door.  I can barely hear them with the door open.&lt;br /&gt;And just so you know, I went with the Electrolux. &lt;br /&gt;I really like them so far.  I like them enough that I just might start doing my children's laundry again.  Just kidding kids!  I will share them with you though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Things:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Quiet&lt;br /&gt;2.  Meaningful gifts&lt;br /&gt;3.  A husband who wanted a dryer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-279808363234902896?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/279808363234902896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=279808363234902896' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/279808363234902896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/279808363234902896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-toys.html' title='New Toys...'/><author><name>mom</name><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-5048712671363649795.post-960076363263865491</id><published>2010-01-09T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T21:19:51.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas at the Koenigs</title><content type='html'>We had a great Christmas season.  Here were a few highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making a gingerbread house (or castle) with someone else doing the gingerbread making.  And yes, it was even homemade.  It was so much fun.  Thanks Sommer family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caroling with friends.  This is my favorite tradition.  I grew up doing it, and I just can't stop.  We sounded amazing thanks to friends with great voices. Thanks Brummett, Barton, &amp;amp; Sommer families.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A visit from the Brummett's - to go caroling.  So fun to see their cute family grow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas Eve with more friends.  Yummy food, fun games, and visiting.  Thanks Jones and  Williams families.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More Christmas Eve  and Christmas with Family.  Of course more food and games.  Thanks Guisti and Koenig families.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Year's Eve blessings we want for the coming year and making new friends.  Thanks Lords family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Braiden's baptism&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A visit from my parents - even if it was quick and I had meetings all day. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rest of the time we just relaxed, played more games, and ate more yummy food.  As you can see we are so blessed to have so many friends and family to spend time with.  We enjoy the time we spent with all of you and appreciate your kindness and friendship.  Sometimes we get caught up thinking life is all about things, but it is really about relationships.  I love that we had so many opportunities this Christmas season to strengthen friendships with both family and friends, and hope I can be a better friend to all.  I learn from all of you and your example.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are also blessed to understand the importance of Jesus Christ in our lives and the need for the sacrifice he made for us.  So silly that we try to give tangible gifts in celebration of what he has done for us, when the gift he has given is so precious.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So...Thank you to all who made our Christmas wonderful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-960076363263865491?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/960076363263865491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=960076363263865491' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/960076363263865491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/960076363263865491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-at-koenigs.html' title='Christmas at the Koenigs'/><author><name>mom</name><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-5048712671363649795.post-6557971092120148592</id><published>2009-12-12T10:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T10:30:53.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI2MDY*MjU4NTc3OSZwdD*xMjYwNjQyNjQwNTY*JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz1iMDYxMTI2NjIzODg*ZDFmYjk1NTZmZDAyZmY2MWZmOSZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w282.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w282.photobucket.com/albums/kk246/koenigt/f74a4b6f.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s282.photobucket.com/albums/kk246/koenigt/?action=view&amp;current=f74a4b6f.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-6557971092120148592?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6557971092120148592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=6557971092120148592' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/6557971092120148592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/6557971092120148592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>mom</name><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-5048712671363649795.post-8101933152034942491</id><published>2009-12-12T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:37:43.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, it's cold outside!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There are many reasons I live where I live. And although the climate really doesn't factor in, I have become very accustomed to the mild climate.  I love the windy springs, the hot summer by the pool, the long indian summers, and the warm winters...or so it was until Sunday!  The kids had two snow days this week.  Now really, it isn't what you think. There were only 8-10 inches of snow, but, we don't have the equipment or crews to deal with it very efficiently.  So, no school.  The temperatures then plummeted for a few more days, and yesterday we warmed up to 24 as the high.  Let me remind you, we don't like it, aren't used to it, and aren't prepared for it.  No snow shovels left in this town.  Our poor dog shivers, and even I felt sorry for her.  I have coped this week by staying exremely close to my fireplace and lots of hot chocolate.  Yes, I will admit that I am a wimp when it comes to cold and snow these days.  However, we did take some cute pictures in the snow.  Brrrr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  hot chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  fireplaces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  having an excuse to stay hom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-8101933152034942491?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8101933152034942491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=8101933152034942491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/8101933152034942491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/8101933152034942491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2009/12/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='Baby, it&apos;s cold outside!'/><author><name>mom</name><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-5048712671363649795.post-7583091268017395332</id><published>2009-11-25T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T08:33:42.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took this from a blog I read. I thought it was perfect for Thanksgiving. Thanks Wendy. (You always have the best quotes.)&lt;br /&gt;"The unthankful heart...discovers no mercies; but let thankful heart swee[ through day and, as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings."&lt;br /&gt;Henry Ward Beecher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-7583091268017395332?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7583091268017395332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=7583091268017395332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/7583091268017395332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/7583091268017395332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2009/11/unthankful-heart-discovers-no-mercies.html' title=''/><author><name>mom</name><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-5048712671363649795.post-7885378970118926361</id><published>2009-11-25T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T08:25:17.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Things</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking of everything I am thankful for. Of course, there is the obvious, family, husband, temple, atonement, home, job, life, prophet, etc. Today, I want to name a few littles things...some of life's simple pleasures. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my own bed, games to play with my family, home grown tomatoes and fresh mozzarella, bubble bath, cell phones, soft quality toilet paper, friends, a dishwasher, grapefruit spoons, keyless entry and start on my car, sisters, my camera, hot chocolate with whip cream, my sewing machine, new recipes, counselors, internet, warm fuzzy socks, prayer, gym instructor, zip lock bags, symphony bars, dvr, hand sanitizer, music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list could go on and on.  So while you are thinking of what you are thankful for, don't forget the little stuff.  Yes, we could all do without it if we had too, but it sure makes life a pleasure.  Your assignment...name one of your simple pleasures on the comments.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-7885378970118926361?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7885378970118926361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=7885378970118926361' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/7885378970118926361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/7885378970118926361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-things.html' title='Good Things'/><author><name>mom</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-3300293125518508354</id><published>2009-11-19T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T21:04:35.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tender Mercy</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, I am not an animal lover by any stretch of the imagination.  We have a dog at our house, whom I am not very fond of.  She is really D's dog, and he loves her dearly.  D seems to get the short end of the stick in many areas because boys are a minority at our house.  The dog is truly his, and he takes pretty good care of her.  See pees on my grass, digs in my garden, climbs on top of our cars, jumps up on you, and runs away.  A few weeks ago, on a very busy day, I received a call from the pound.  She had run away yet again, and was found in town roaming the streets.  Because I know D loves her, we went and got her and brought her home, with instructions to not let her free.  She was to be on a leash or tied up all the time.  Which worked well until K let her go yesterday.  Of course she ran away, and the kids hollered, and drove around looking for her for a long time.  D was very sad, and I really didn't think she would come home.  Really, who would if you were tied up all the time. &lt;br /&gt;This morning I kept telling D to eat breakfast, several times, I told him, and was getting a little irritated that he was going to make us late.  He finally said, I am fasting!  Well, feeling rather foolish for bothering him, I said a quick prayer to please bring Mia home and answer a boy's humble prayer.  Needless to say, Mia did come home.&lt;br /&gt;What I have learned is that:&lt;br /&gt;1.  I need more faith&lt;br /&gt;2.  Fasting and prayer really works&lt;br /&gt;3.  Heavenly Father really knows each of us on an individual level, and he knows what is important to us&lt;br /&gt;4.  He provides us with experiences that strengthen us&lt;br /&gt;Call it coincidence if you want, but I know, that the faith of an eleven year old boy brought the one thing home that he cares about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Things:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Tender mercies&lt;br /&gt;2.  Faith of a child&lt;br /&gt;3.  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This blog entry may contain offensive material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom was last weekend, and K looked beautiful. Thanks to ______ for lending a dress to us. However, she would have looked beautiful in a sack. I realize I am a little biased in my opinion, but her beauty went deeper than the dress. So... if I may, I would like to get up on my soap box for a minute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/SwMRBBKUSQI/AAAAAAAAAW0/GVVI7vgsPzM/s1600/IMG_4050e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405182686963976450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/SwMRBBKUSQI/AAAAAAAAAW0/GVVI7vgsPzM/s320/IMG_4050e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these things is not like the other. Not too difficult to figure out is it? Modesty has been on my mind for awhile now. And I just don't get it.  I was so sad when K came home and said so few LDS young women were dressed appropriately. And quite frankly, I was very disappointed. They know better, have been taught better, but somehow when it comes to prom and swimsuits, all previous knowledge goes out the window. Why is that? Feel free to enlighten me so I may better know as a Young women leader how I can teach this important concept. I realize it is all about agency. Don't get me wrong, I am so far away from perfect. And while I admit I have so many issues of my own, that I have to work on, this is one of those things that I just don't understand. We all have our own struggles and maybe mine are just struggles that others don't see, such as reading scriptures everyday. I believe it was Sister Dalton who said something to the effect of ..."When we truly realize who we are, and what we can become we will make better choices. " Are young women missing that they are a Daughter of God, and as a princess they need to act like a princess and dress like a princess. Do we no longer know how REAL princesses act. (and dress) I don't have the answers here, only pose questions. As tradition goes, K wore her dress to church on Sunday. A dad told G later what his daughter said, "She looks like a real princess." I know it is not all about the dress that makes young women feel so pretty. It is about so much more. It is about what is really inside the dress. The confidence to know they are pure and divine, to know they are loved, to know where true happiness can be found, to know there is more to life than themselves. So... Thank You to those young women who will not let "fashion" tell them what to wear, who stand strong for what you believe, and who look so beautiful on the inside as well as the outside. Your light will shine no matter how dark it gets!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. knowledge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. doing whats right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. beauty, the real kind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you help me down now?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also must add, that their are some amazing young women out there, and that there better be some great young men preparing for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-1730586680536483467?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1730586680536483467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=1730586680536483467' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/1730586680536483467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/1730586680536483467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-of-these-things-is-not-like-other.html' title='One of these things is not like the other...'/><author><name>mom</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/SwMRBp8DdhI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Zx-S_0TGaW4/s72-c/IMG_4098e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-2202934715316247753</id><published>2009-10-27T13:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T13:10:25.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bHQ9MTI1NjY3NDE4NDI5NyZwdD*xMjU2Njc*MjIwODAxJnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmb2Y9MA==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w282.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w282.photobucket.com/albums/kk246/koenigt/aa1447f1.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s282.photobucket.com/albums/kk246/koenigt/?action=view&amp;current=aa1447f1.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-2202934715316247753?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2202934715316247753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=2202934715316247753' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/2202934715316247753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/2202934715316247753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>mom</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-3997412187243036641</id><published>2009-10-27T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T12:27:29.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah Soccer!</title><content type='html'>Is over!  Soccer is officially over for the season.  I do love to watch the kids play, but it is time for the next thing.  K and B played their last game yesterday with two more loses...So, we will pretend the season ended on Saturday with 2 wins.  K was recognized as a senior at the last home game.  Her high school soccer career has ended!  B was one of the captains for the JV team.  D and G (coach) had a winning season for the most part, but ended in third place.  I just had to take pictures, so I have tried to narrow it down to something you could watch, but I took so many more.  You may notice, that we love the #2.  I think it started, because that was always the smallest jersey.  I am not sure that will continue to work for D, but we will see.  Go Team! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Things:&lt;br /&gt;1.  soccer season is over&lt;br /&gt;2.  beautiful weather for soccer&lt;br /&gt;3.  whatever is next&lt;br /&gt;4.  getting to enjoy it as a family&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-3997412187243036641?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3997412187243036641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=3997412187243036641' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/3997412187243036641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/3997412187243036641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2009/10/yeah-soccer.html' title='Yeah Soccer!'/><author><name>mom</name><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-5048712671363649795.post-6292746258352709084</id><published>2009-10-09T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:24:54.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Things</title><content type='html'>1.  A beautiful fall day&lt;br /&gt;2.  Checking off a few things on the to do list&lt;br /&gt;3.  Listening to K practice a song for Sunday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-6292746258352709084?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6292746258352709084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=6292746258352709084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/6292746258352709084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/6292746258352709084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-things.html' title='Good Things'/><author><name>mom</name><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-5048712671363649795.post-7521473034853072742</id><published>2009-10-04T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:36:08.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When was the last time YOU went to the temple?</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago I had a complete meltdown.  You know, the kind you stomp your feet, yell, and holler, and can't talk to anyone kind.  And yes, it was all about the same stuff it always is...kids not picking up after themselves, and all of their stuff oozing into my living space.  You would think that after having children for 17 years I would finally be over it.  I AM NOT!  I can only take so much, and then I have one of those tantrums.  It always happens the same way...I go upstairs.  (that is a forbidden area for me at my house) I am not talking about a little clutter.  This is the kind of clutter that if my whole house looked this way, my children would be taken away.  Funny that it is the children that cause the problem.  Anyway, I was not at all happy about it, and was not easy to live with for several days.  Finally after having calmed down, (days later) and taken the vow to never go up again, I was discussing my ranting and raving episode with D.  He very calmly said, "When was the last time you went to the temple?"  I will be the first to admit, that I am a much better mom and wife when I am going to the temple regularly.  So that only leads to the question,  "What would have happened if I hadn't gone to the temple?"  That is frightening to think about.  I guess I just better keep going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Things:&lt;br /&gt;1. going to the temple&lt;br /&gt;2. kids who can see the difference&lt;br /&gt;3.  my living space&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-7521473034853072742?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7521473034853072742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=7521473034853072742' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/7521473034853072742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/7521473034853072742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-was-last-time-you-went-to-temple.html' title='When was the last time YOU went to the temple?'/><author><name>mom</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-322355160645061454</id><published>2009-09-18T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T11:23:28.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Instead of the gym...</title><content type='html'>I really should have gone to the gym this morning, but really didn't want to.  I was still debating with myself when my visiting teachers called to see if they could come by! And so sad...they wanted to come before I would be back from the gym.  Just what I needed, a reason to stay home.  So instead of going to the gym this morning, I did something much better.  I baked?!  French bread, cinnamon rolls, and then made some raspberry jam.  Oh, the cinnamon rolls are in the oven now, and they smell so  yummy!  Maybe I should at least make a little time for wii fit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Things:&lt;br /&gt;1.  visiting teachers&lt;br /&gt;2.  the smell of cinnamon rolls&lt;br /&gt;3.  fresh baked bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad things...tight jeans!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-322355160645061454?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/322355160645061454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=322355160645061454' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/322355160645061454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/322355160645061454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2009/09/instead-of-gym.html' title='Instead of the gym...'/><author><name>mom</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-2429742692877042867</id><published>2009-09-10T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:50:40.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going ons at our house</title><content type='html'>The kids are back in school, and I think we have figured out a somewhat regular schedule. B leaves at 5:45 for seminary and the rest of her day. Unfortunately she can't drive herself yet, but we do take turns with a friend, so at least it is only every other week. K leaves at 6:45 for seminary and her day. D and G leave at 7:45, and I leave then sometimes to take D to school, or 8:15 to go the gym, which, by the way hasn't been too regular lately. D gets home around 3:30, the girls not til 5:45. K does have an easy schedule every other day with class done before 11. She should have plenty of time to apply for college, fill out scholarships, work, etc. I am working on that! We are still trying to figure out when to read scriptures.  Any suggestions...we are trying the dinner option but know it won't always work.&lt;br /&gt;Soccer has started full force. G is D's coach, yeah. K is varsity and B is JV. So from here until the end of Oct you will find us at one field or another every Saturday and Tuesday. But the kids love it, and it keeps them out of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy putting together a school calendar for D's school, going to meetings, back to school nights, and various other things. As you all know, stay at home moms never get to stay home! But if I did, I would probably just waste time. For now, there is no time for that!&lt;br /&gt;We had a great visit over the weekend with my parents. It was nice to just visit and relax with them. I am not the best host, so we didn't do anything. Okay, we did celebrate B's birthday. She turned 15! She requested some really good food for dinner. Salmon, caprese salad, baked potatoes, caesar salad, brazilian lemonade, and truffle torte. YUM&lt;br /&gt;We also had fun with friends in the pool on Monday. I love a day by the pool with friends and food.&lt;br /&gt;Good Things:&lt;br /&gt;1. a visit from mom and dad&lt;br /&gt;2.  B&lt;br /&gt;3.  Figuring out a schedule&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-2429742692877042867?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2429742692877042867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=2429742692877042867' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/2429742692877042867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/2429742692877042867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2009/09/going-ons-at-our-house.html' title='Going ons at our house'/><author><name>mom</name><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-5048712671363649795.post-1672847406576188660</id><published>2009-08-28T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:02:28.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happened to My Little Ones?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/Spi2VYFGGgI/AAAAAAAAAWc/msRxwshDDSU/s1600-h/IMG_2032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375246633624017410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/Spi2VYFGGgI/AAAAAAAAAWc/msRxwshDDSU/s320/IMG_2032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;School started this week...and my little ones are somehow big! 6th grade, sophmore, and a SENIOR?! How did that happen? Nonetheless, it happened. And I suppose that is a good thing, but Wow. It makes me old to have a senior. We had a great summer with lots of swimming, sleeping in, (at least those who didn't have soccer at 7:30, and those who wanted to wake up at the crack of dawn to play on the computer, okay, it must have been just me!) being lazy, and whatever we wanted. But we did need to get back to a schedule. I have missed going to the temple during the week, and not going to the gym as much as I should. So...here's to a great new school year, filled with soccer, seminary, and 11 year old scouts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-1672847406576188660?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1672847406576188660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=1672847406576188660' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/1672847406576188660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/1672847406576188660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-happened-to-my-little-ones.html' title='What Happened to My Little Ones?'/><author><name>mom</name><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/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/Spi2VYFGGgI/AAAAAAAAAWc/msRxwshDDSU/s72-c/IMG_2032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-7167047018776621329</id><published>2009-08-19T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:18:38.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harvest Time!</title><content type='html'>I harvested my peaches today!  All nineteen of them.  I know, when you can count the entire harvest, it isn't much, but I am happy about it nonetheless.  Unfortunately, the birds thought they needed to snack on them until they were ripe.  I covered them, but not until after much of the damage was done.  There were maybe ten without traces of birds.  So dinner tonight, peaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Things:&lt;br /&gt;1.  sun warmed peaches&lt;br /&gt;2.  cooling off in the pool after mowing the weeds/lawn&lt;br /&gt;3.  crossing off something on my do to list&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-7167047018776621329?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7167047018776621329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=7167047018776621329' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/7167047018776621329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/7167047018776621329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/harvest-time.html' title='Harvest Time!'/><author><name>mom</name><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-5048712671363649795.post-4677827828774964163</id><published>2009-08-17T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T16:09:46.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum</title><content type='html'>I got this recipe from my cousin and wanted to share, I hope she won't mind.  I am not a huge peanut butter person, but this is heavenly!  And I am sure fat free! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peanut Butter Cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;1 c. graham cracker crumbs&lt;br /&gt;¼ c. brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;¼ c. melted butter&lt;br /&gt;Mix crumbs and sugar . Blend in butter and press into a springform pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 c. creamy peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;2 c. sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 lb cream cheese at room temp&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp melted butter&lt;br /&gt;Mix together in mixer.&lt;br /&gt;1 ½ c. whipping cream – whipped to soft peaks&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp vanilla extract.&lt;br /&gt;Fold peanut butter mixture into whipped cream. Pour into springform pan.Melt 4 oz semi sweet chocolate with 3 Tbsp hot water to top the cheesecake. Freeze for several hours before serving.&lt;br /&gt;**No baking required!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-4677827828774964163?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4677827828774964163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=4677827828774964163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/4677827828774964163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/4677827828774964163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/yum.html' title='Yum'/><author><name>mom</name><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-5048712671363649795.post-3953074324080083825</id><published>2009-08-11T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T12:46:47.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/SoHJVYfKndI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Ha0fZfZDMwY/s1600-h/IMG_2013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368793599989947858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/SoHJVYfKndI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Ha0fZfZDMwY/s320/IMG_2013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/SoHI5-CovtI/AAAAAAAAAWM/KvFkehpE-us/s1600-h/IMG_2003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368793129034497746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/SoHI5-CovtI/AAAAAAAAAWM/KvFkehpE-us/s320/IMG_2003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/SoHIelD4QZI/AAAAAAAAAWE/9WxYYe1_9IU/s1600-h/IMG_1934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368792658472354194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/SoHIelD4QZI/AAAAAAAAAWE/9WxYYe1_9IU/s320/IMG_1934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/SoHIGPYbeLI/AAAAAAAAAV8/VDi9ML0789I/s1600-h/IMG_1986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368792240336107698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/SoHIGPYbeLI/AAAAAAAAAV8/VDi9ML0789I/s320/IMG_1986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While the girls were at EFY, G had a conference in Tahoe. So D and I went along. We usually do girl stuff, but this was D's time. So we started out with G at the pool, and then he had to go to classes. We had lunch at the lake, played in the water, read our books, and D even took a short nap there! We played pretty hard. That night the conference treated us to a dinner cruise on the M.S. Dixie. D and I even danced! (We will be taking lessons from the sisters soon at FHE.) The next day we went on the High Meadows trail hike. I borrowed a great hike book from a friend, it had hikes for the entire tahoe area, along with how difficult they were, and pretty detailed about how to get there, how many miles they were, and so forth. (thanks, Amy) It was pretty steep, but a nice trail. We really had fun, and although the end result at the top of the trail was not as spectacular as I was hoping, the view along the way was great. There were some really great rocks for climbing. When we got back, we went to the lake again, but G got to join us, this time renting a kayak. All was well until the next day, when I began to feel my age. And by the next day, I had a great time going from down to up, or up to down. So much for thinking I was in pretty good shape! The hike was labeled a moderate level. We will not be doing difficult. The girls joined us later that night, and then after G's classes on Sunday, we came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Doing some boy stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Beaches &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-3953074324080083825?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3953074324080083825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=3953074324080083825' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/3953074324080083825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/3953074324080083825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/next-adventure.html' title='The Next Adventure'/><author><name>mom</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/SoHJVYfKndI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Ha0fZfZDMwY/s72-c/IMG_2013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-7632170145603135352</id><published>2009-07-22T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:58:06.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Technical Difficulties...</title><content type='html'>Continued from below:&lt;br /&gt;I am trying very hard to be a good Mom like she is.  As someone has said, "I owe all that I am to my dear Mother."  I don't know how she did when I was a child, or how she continues to do it.  But I will keep trying.&lt;br /&gt;Krisele:  She is the blonde, and yes, we are all biological sisters,  and I will put us in birth order.&lt;br /&gt;She is an amazing woman who can do anything, and does, while working full time.  She can easily run circles around me in the productivity arena.  I don't think she ever sits down!  She has 4 boys with the oldest on a mission, and the youngest will be in first grade.  I have never been in her 2nd grade class, but know she is an incredible teacher, and very professional.  I wish I had her productivity and confidence.&lt;br /&gt;I fit in next.&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee:  She has the baby on her back in the current picture.&lt;br /&gt;She too, is amazing.  She has an incredible strength, both physically, emotionally, and spiritually, and great sense of humor.  She can make even the worst situation hilarious.  She is so great with laughing with her kids. She always makes everything fun.  She lost a child six years ago, and has four living.  The oldest is eight,  the youngest almost 4 months.  I wish I had her patience, laughing ability, and strength.&lt;br /&gt;Brooke: She is the youngest by about 8 years, and is in black in the current picture.&lt;br /&gt;She too, is great.  She is always after more (in a good way) like dreaming bigger.  Going back to school, or going beyond what is practical or logical, and where I would be content to stop, because doing more would require a lot of hard work.   But she always does that more, and it always ends well.  She never stops, and isn't afraid of not succeeding, or asking for help if she needs it.  She has two children ages 3 and 1.  I wish I had her drive and ambition.&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of others things I like about them too, but that is enough to help you understand a little about them, and why I think they are so great, and why I love to spend time with them.  It is a rare occasion that we are all together, and I cherish the time we spent over the last few days where we could just enjoy each others company and not worry about the rest of life that we all left behind for a short time.  Hopefully we all came home better moms by filling up our cup!&lt;br /&gt;Good Things:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Moms and sisters&lt;br /&gt;2.  Strong women in my life&lt;br /&gt;3.  Coming home with  a revised focus of what really matters in life...Relationships!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-7632170145603135352?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7632170145603135352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=7632170145603135352' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/7632170145603135352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/7632170145603135352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2009/07/technical-difficulties.html' title='Technical Difficulties...'/><author><name>mom</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-1938841144721348560</id><published>2009-07-22T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:22:58.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl's Rejuvenation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/SmfjtLYAdNI/AAAAAAAAAV0/cBgm18QoSnE/s1600-h/IMG_1924e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361504246694966482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/SmfjtLYAdNI/AAAAAAAAAV0/cBgm18QoSnE/s320/IMG_1924e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/SmfjstF_CJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/LjYH7EtS03k/s1600-h/IMG_1930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361504238566312082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/SmfjstF_CJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/LjYH7EtS03k/s320/IMG_1930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/SmfjsMd4NCI/AAAAAAAAAVk/CHyIFgqzcbY/s1600-h/IMG_1899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361504229808157730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/SmfjsMd4NCI/AAAAAAAAAVk/CHyIFgqzcbY/s320/IMG_1899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/SmfjrhUHGHI/AAAAAAAAAVc/ANnfVMn2LUc/s1600-h/IMG_1913e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361504218224466034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/SmfjrhUHGHI/AAAAAAAAAVc/ANnfVMn2LUc/s320/IMG_1913e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/SmfjrfVo3DI/AAAAAAAAAVU/WOb1gaDA-6s/s1600-h/IMG_3217es.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361504217694002226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/SmfjrfVo3DI/AAAAAAAAAVU/WOb1gaDA-6s/s320/IMG_3217es.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just what I needed... A few days with my Mom and Sisters! This week, I went to SLC to meet my mom and sisters for a few days. It was so wonderful! We had such a great time laughing, reminiscing, and giving each other advice about whatever was needed, in whatever department...health, beauty, kids, clothes, callings, etc. We also went to the Oquirrh Temple openhouse, and wandered around the beautiful grounds near the SLC Temple. Of course, I had to take a few pictures. Unfortunately, they are not quite complete, Mom is missing. We just wore her out! Too much chatter, and shopping I guess! She opted to not take a walk with us. I have been thinking about the fabulous women I have in my life, not just my mom and sisters, but also many others. I have been so blessed to associate with such amazing, strong, talented women. So, if you don't mind, I would like to introduce you to my mom and sisters. I don't usually do this, but I am going to name them so you know who is who, as many of you will probably never meet them. So, mom and sisters.. sorry about the privacy issue, you still don't get any! (The picture with Mom is from last November)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: In the red and black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe she has had the greatest impact of anyone in my life. She is the one who taught me everything I love. This includes sewing, cooking, gardening, and the gospel. I am trying very &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-1938841144721348560?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1938841144721348560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=1938841144721348560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/1938841144721348560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/1938841144721348560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2009/07/girls-rejuvenation.html' title='Girl&apos;s Rejuvenation'/><author><name>mom</name><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/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/SmfjtLYAdNI/AAAAAAAAAV0/cBgm18QoSnE/s72-c/IMG_1924e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-3755070591892792964</id><published>2009-07-14T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T16:01:40.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sew Brilliant!</title><content type='html'>So...I had this brilliant idea that my daughters needed to learn how to sew.  I mean really sew!  Not the easy pajama pants, or paper bag skirt, but sew.  I love to sew, and think everyone should just love to as well.  However, I am in reality enough to realize that not everyone does.  Take for instance my sister.  She is really great at a lot of things, like riding horses, and playing with her kids.  She likes the idea of sewing.  She loves to bring sewing projects to my house (that is when she used to visit) in hopes of me teaching her how.  She also knows my level of patience, or lack thereof.   You see, she secretly knows that I would much rather sew it for her while she makes dinner.  Actually, I think I like this little arrangement.  (Remember, that is when she visited.)  So, that is what I would prefer.  Just sew it for whoever.  But, it is that whole, "if you teach a man to fish" theory that I am trying to accomplish.  Someday, they may have to, or better yet, want to sew for their children.  And although you never think you will ever be there, there is the "prom dress" problem.  Sew... we are learning how to sew!  I really am trying to be very patient.   Hopefully there will be two dresses by Saturday.  (They need a nicer dress for EFY.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Things:&lt;br /&gt;1.  having a mom with more patience than I, who taught me to sew.&lt;br /&gt;2.  love of sewing&lt;br /&gt;3.  daughters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-3755070591892792964?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3755070591892792964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=3755070591892792964' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/3755070591892792964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/3755070591892792964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2009/07/sew-brilliant.html' title='Sew Brilliant!'/><author><name>mom</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-1026021738379170621</id><published>2009-07-07T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T13:27:29.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies When You are having Fun!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it is already July.  When did it happen.  We were in charge of g's family reunion this year, and took the easy way out with a trip to Discovery Kingdom in Vallejo.  We met for dinner at an Italian restaurant to get the party started.  The next day we spent the day in the park.  Although the weather was exceptionally hot, we did enjoy the day.  With the extreme heat, we did not stay in the park as long as we had intended, but I think everyone had an okay time.  It was super easy to plan, and worked well for a small group. Only 13 were able to come. &lt;br /&gt;On the 25th D turned 11.  Once again, I am not sure how he got so old.  G took the kids to see Transformers, but found out it probably wasn't something we should see, so they settled on Up.  G had a board meeting that night, so we celebrated the day in the pool, and had an ice cream roll cake at lunch with his mom and sister.  The cake had a few issues, but tasted good.  It was a nice relaxing day.  On Saturday we went to the parade.  You just can't have the 4th of July without one, even if it is a sad one.  But oh, well.  We then had friends over for a barbecue and swimming.  We had a great time, I hope they did too.  We played cards, had a vigorous game of keep away in the pool, visited, and ate.  We finished the day off with watching fireworks with more friends. &lt;br /&gt;We have it so easy in this land of freedom.  I hope I never take it for granted, and thank all who serve our country.  I appreciate all who leave their families, and those who stay behind without the daily help of a spouse.  Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;Good Things:&lt;br /&gt;1.  America&lt;br /&gt;2.  Days we celebrate&lt;br /&gt;3.  Tri tip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-1026021738379170621?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1026021738379170621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=1026021738379170621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/1026021738379170621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/1026021738379170621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-flies-when-you-are-having-fun.html' title='Time Flies When You are having Fun!'/><author><name>mom</name><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-5048712671363649795.post-7772991995159616870</id><published>2009-06-24T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T20:31:59.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Light the Fire Within</title><content type='html'>This was the theme for Young Women's camp this year.  And I must say the fire just radiated from within!  We had such a great camp.  We had 117 girls and 54 leaders.  We had a wonderful time, and it was so great to see the young women participate and get involved with everything.  We had some amazing workshops and speakers, as well as super certification leaders and assistants.  And of course the food was great, as always.  We (I) was very concerned about the weather.  It has been quite unsettled lately, but it was beautiful!  We could not have asked for anything better.  It rained at home, and everyone was worried about us, but we did not get a drop.  The testimonies were amazing.  I have never before seen girls so excited about sharing their testimonies, and I was so impressed with REAL testimonies.  They all did such a great job, we did not have one lull.  It was just a steady stream of young women.  I wish I would have counted how many testimonies were shared, I figure close to ninety.  I really felt like the young women benefited spiritually from attending.  Not that they haven't in the past, but for some reason they just seemed ready to listen and take in everything this year.  I am not really sure why it seemed different.  Maybe they have to be more spiritually in tune these days to survive?  I don't know, but it was just a great feeling of sisterhood.  Thanks to wonderful counselors, secretary, director, stake help, and ward leaders, for making it happen.  I am so blessed to be a part of this every year, and know that without great help, it would never come together so well.  I appreciate all the support  and prayers that go into such an event.   As the director's husband said, "This isn't your camp, it's the Lords.  He will have happen what needs to happen."  I know he did,   and I would be silly to think it wouldn't have happened without our help,  But I do hope we were able to help in his plan of what needed to happen.  So...Here's to another great camp, and a sigh of relief that it is over...at least for a few months!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-7772991995159616870?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7772991995159616870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=7772991995159616870' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/7772991995159616870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/7772991995159616870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2009/06/light-fire-within.html' title='Light the Fire Within'/><author><name>mom</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-2972284662388531626</id><published>2009-06-05T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:35:32.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up...</title><content type='html'>Just when I thought D was getting all grown up, we had the following conversation:&lt;br /&gt;D:Do you know where your brush is?  I had it upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;B:Did you look in the drawers?&lt;br /&gt;Me thinking:  Wow, maybe he is going to comb his hair without being asked. &lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later...&lt;br /&gt;D  wrestling with his dog with MY brush in his hand. &lt;br /&gt;B:What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;D:Grooming my dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Things:&lt;br /&gt;1.  KNOWING he used my brush&lt;br /&gt;2.  Rain&lt;br /&gt;3.  End of school&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-2972284662388531626?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2972284662388531626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=2972284662388531626' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/2972284662388531626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/2972284662388531626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2009/06/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up...'/><author><name>mom</name><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-5048712671363649795.post-3393372908004500359</id><published>2009-06-01T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:11:09.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spontaneity!</title><content type='html'>I don't even know how to spell the word!  As you who know me can attest, I am not a spontaneous person.  I like to have things well planned out and know what is going to happen when, and so forth.  I took a big leap this weekend, and decided to go see my nephew before he left on his mission.   The thought came on Thursday night with a bribe of macedamia nut and white chocolate chip cookies.  Although that was not the deciding factor, we went.  The kids thought they needed to see Rhet one last time before he left.  So plans were finalized on Friday morning, and we were in the car at 1.  We didn't  get a hotel, but were given some cots and a very nice wall tent.  (If I ever decide to be a real camper, I think I will have to invest in one of these.)  With just a few hours notice, we were welcomed and fed for two days.  Thanks so much for your hospitality.  We had a great time, and visited with three siblings family and parents, and grandma.  We even took a 4 generation picture.  So....Here's to being spontaneous....We had so much fun.  Maybe I will even try it again sometime...If it fits into my schedule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-3393372908004500359?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3393372908004500359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=3393372908004500359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/3393372908004500359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/3393372908004500359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2009/06/spontaneity.html' title='Spontaneity!'/><author><name>mom</name><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-5048712671363649795.post-5441546066621492821</id><published>2009-05-22T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T11:45:53.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday, Anniversary, and Surgery</title><content type='html'>K turned 17 on Monday.  She received a expensive gift this year.  Surgery on her knee!  What a gift!  She wanted to get it over as quick as possible to not only go to young women camp, but also be ready for running again.  It all went well, and the doc took out a foreign body that should have dissolved when she was a baby, and then smoothed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cartilage&lt;/span&gt; in her joints.  We hope this was what was causing the pain when she ran, but will not know for sure until she can run again.&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, G and I celebrated 19 years!  Wow, how did that happen so quickly?  Let's do it again!  G, I love you.  You are just perfect for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Things:&lt;br /&gt;1.  K&lt;br /&gt;2.  G&lt;br /&gt;3.  Sealing it all together&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-5441546066621492821?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5441546066621492821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=5441546066621492821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/5441546066621492821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/5441546066621492821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday-anniversary-and-surgery.html' title='Birthday, Anniversary, and Surgery'/><author><name>mom</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-4316544305153584301</id><published>2009-05-22T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T11:36:44.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The rest of the story</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday, we went to Vatican City.  We went to the museum, St. Peters cathedral, and of course the Sistine Chapel.  Both the cathedral, and the paintings in the chapel were amazing.  I can't even imagine the time it would take to do something like that.  Truly amazing!  We spent most of the day there, but saved some time for Castle St. Angelo.  After visiting it a few years ago, I just knew D would love it.  He did.  We explored it and imagined how things would have been so long ago when you were fighting to protect the castle.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday we took the train to Perugia.  It was a very long train ride because it was not an express train.  However, I think it was worth it.  It is a very old city.  To get to the center of the old square, you travel through a castle on an escalator.  We didn't really do anything there, just wander the old narrow streets, and take a look at the Utruscan Arch, which used to circle the entire city. &lt;br /&gt;Friday we finished our trip with visiting the Borghese Gardens.  This is a very large park in the city.  We rented a little carriage type bike, and enjoyed riding around looking at the park.   We also went to the "birthday cake"  or Victor Emmanuel Monument.  The tomb of the unknown soldier, and the eternal flame.  We took an elevator to the top of the building, and had an amazing view of the entire city.  It was fun to point out all the places we had been.   This building also has a military museum which D loved, and was featuring an art show that was really fun, modern stuff.  We also finished up any souvenir shopping, had gelato a few more times and called it a day.&lt;br /&gt;The whole trip was so much fun.  I hope the kids will always remember it, and appreciate the memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048712671363649795-4316544305153584301?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4316544305153584301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=4316544305153584301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/4316544305153584301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/4316544305153584301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2009/05/rest-of-story.html' title='The rest of the story'/><author><name>mom</name><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-5048712671363649795.post-921833753625654515</id><published>2009-05-06T16:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:36:58.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rome Slide Show 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/SgHhVo72v6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/qBmT8SK8Cxg/s320/IMG_0553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/SgHhVZmSx-I/AAAAAAAAAOE/YkQMNaowpi8/s1600-h/IMG_0552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332791191548381154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/SgHhVZmSx-I/AAAAAAAAAOE/YkQMNaowpi8/s320/IMG_0552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is taken from the balcony of the apartment we stayed in.  You can see the Coliseum to the far left.  We were about two blocks from it, and walked by it every day.  I will try to put a slide show on, but you know of my technology difficulties, so I will do my best.  It would take forever to tell you about each picture, so I won't.  But if you are interested further, come visit us, and we can tell you everything we saw.  But here is a brief overview of what we did and saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday we took a city tour on a bus to get the lay out of the city and try to stay awake for as long as we could to do our best with the jet lag.  We also did a little walking around the Coliseum.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday we got up early to catch a train to Florence.  There we met Elena, her sister Allesandra, and her boyfriend.  Elena was sixteen when G served his mission there.  They have somewhat stayed in touch with each other, and it was fun to finally meet someone I had heard about for so long.  They showed us the city, baptistry, bell tower, (we did not go in, the line was very long, and we didn't have much time) Ponte Vecchio, the bronze pig, and the fake statue of David, (we did not go into the museum where the real one was)and the open market.  We had lots of fun shopping, and ventured into the food part of the market.  That was something we will probably never see again, at least not in America.  Although the smell was horrendous, I found it fascinating to see all the meats, fish, poultry, etc, hanging, and ready for sale.  D was thrilled to see all kinds of fish, and rabbits, among other things that were not recognizable.   I always love the open market, just so much fun to me.  We had a nice lunch with them, and saw some old pictures she brought along, and got to know her a little bit.  This was one of my favorite days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday the jet lag kind of caught us and we slept until after ten.  Happy Easter!  We went to the Coliseum, the Forum, and looked at lots and lots of ruins.  It is amazing that things from so long ago are still around.  We are just not used to seeing things so old, our country is so young compared to what we saw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday we finished seeing ruins on Palantine Hill.  We also went to some churches, including the Pantheon, and wandered the city.  We found that many places, including churches and museums, are closed on Mondays until 4 or 5.  But lots of people were enjoying the day and watching people as many do for entertainment.  I think we went to Trevi Fountain, the Spanish Steps, and Piazza Navona,  but it was very crowded, so we just kept on walking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday the J family went to Florence.  So it was just our family.  We went to many churches and saw not only the amazing architecture, but also the art.  D wants to know, how does the Pantheon have a hole, but doesn't get rain in.  I am sure we will be doing some studying and thinking to figure that out.  We also went to the church with "the mouth of truth," walked along the river, and went to the Trastavere part of town.  We ended our day with a  walk along the Circus Maximus.  Stay tuned for the rest of the adventure when I get around to it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Capturing them for the future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Being able to include the kids &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/5048712671363649795-2687077368929831211?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2687077368929831211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=2687077368929831211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/2687077368929831211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/2687077368929831211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-trip-to-rome.html' title='Our Trip to Rome'/><author><name>mom</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/SgHhVo72v6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/qBmT8SK8Cxg/s72-c/IMG_0553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048712671363649795.post-6779785297711973498</id><published>2009-04-30T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:31:47.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Fifteen Minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/Sfpe8Mr__YI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ryL6dxI3QY4/s1600-h/IMG_2865c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330677497237339522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/Sfpe8Mr__YI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ryL6dxI3QY4/s320/IMG_2865c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I attended B's funeral. On the way there, my stomach felt uneasy, I was dreading what would take place. The casket was there, but closed. First there was a video, slideshow of the previous day's events. Including the driver being booked into jail, followed by her sentencing of 8 to 20 years in prison, Seeing the doctor tell a father his son had died. All of the "walking dead," those who were portrayed as dying every 15 minutes, were shown with gray paint and no expression on their face, as well as their headstone. That was hard to see B with such a sullen look. As you all know, her smile just lights up her whole face, and her eyes twinkle. The walking dead entered the room and put a flower on the casket. It was difficult to see her, and not have any acknowledgement from her, as she was "dead." Some of the dead's parents read a letter of what they wished they had told their children. Also some of the dead read a letter of what they wanted to tell their parents and family. I was hoping B wasn't going to be one of them, as I knew that I would not have been able to keep it together. Then a lady told the story of her daughter who was killed by a drunk driver at age 22. All those who were the first on the accident scene were asked to stand, then anyone who had an immediate family member die in the event, then anyone whose friend died, and then anyone who had a friend whose friend died. Of course the whole audience was standing at that time. The point being...it never affects just one person. At the end of the funeral we were able to reunite with the dead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so glad it was not real. Although I only got a glimpse of what it would be like, I think I understand a little more how it would be to lose someone. Awful! Like I said earlier, it was more about how it would be to lose someone rather than the drinking and driving issue. But I think for those who drink it was probably pretty effective. It bothered me a little that they kept saying it was a choice to get behind the wheel. I think it is more a choice to take a drink, but I guess that depends on where you are coming from. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I liked what thorkgal said about the way we all make ripples in others' lives. So true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a very interesting experience for me, but also for B. She has told us about what she learned, and will hopefully continue to tell others about not only the importance of not drinking and driving, but of making stupid choices such as not wearing a seatbelt, driving too fast, and others. She had to read her own obituary as part of the program and said that was really difficult. We also received her letter she wrote to us, and she the one we wrote to her. Overall, a good experience, but difficult all the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Things: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Reunions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Having everyone at dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. saying "I love you"&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/5048712671363649795-6779785297711973498?l=koenigzmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6779785297711973498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5048712671363649795&amp;postID=6779785297711973498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/6779785297711973498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048712671363649795/posts/default/6779785297711973498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koenigzmom.blogspot.com/2009/04/every-fifteen-minutes_30.html' title='Every Fifteen Minutes'/><author><name>mom</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR3AKw3Fu8E/Sfpe8Mr__YI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ryL6dxI3QY4/s72-c/IMG_2865c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
