<?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-8072143740345724983</id><updated>2012-01-30T14:59:35.710-08:00</updated><category term='comfort'/><category term='january'/><category term='disaster relief'/><category term='the lake'/><category term='Nashville'/><category term='books'/><category term='still in my pajamas'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='printing'/><category term='events'/><category term='projects'/><category term='getting things done'/><category term='the joy diet'/><category term='page 6'/><category term='self care'/><category term='purchasing books'/><category term='Bellevue'/><category term='Joan Anderson'/><category 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shopping'/><category term='soul-searching'/><category term='sight-seeing'/><category term='day light savings'/><category term='day 6'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>by Jenny Black and Jenny Watson</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-6712144776579366410</id><published>2012-01-23T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T08:54:48.490-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manic monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='re-entry from vacation'/><title type='text'>Manic Monday: Re-entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cyIYiUMV9Fo/Txw_EjyJv9I/AAAAAAAAB2E/um9CwI9FoqQ/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cyIYiUMV9Fo/Txw_EjyJv9I/AAAAAAAAB2E/um9CwI9FoqQ/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Vacation is wonderful, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Coming home is even better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Except for that awkward day or two when I am back in my real life, but my brain can't quite remember how to do it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Where did I leave off? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Where do I start?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;How do I get myself back into the life that I left?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I read somewhere about a woman who always gave herself one day "off" between vacation and real life. &amp;nbsp;I like that idea. I also wonder if she had children.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Here is my Re-entry for Real Life plan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;take the morning slow. &lt;/span&gt;don't get dressed. drink my coffee. have another cup. eat a late breakfast. extra snuggling and talking with the kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; make a list.&lt;/span&gt; what comes to my mind? write it down. plan a time this week to return emails/calls (not today). plan a time to go through the mail (not today).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;do laundry. &lt;/span&gt;it is the perfect chore to do when my brain is not functioning very well. &amp;nbsp;fold clothes while I watch a show or two (or five-we sort of got addicted to &lt;a href="http://beta.abc.go.com/shows/once-upon-a-time" target="_blank"&gt;Once Upon a Time on ABC&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;4. &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;buy food.&lt;/span&gt; make a run to the grocery store for the basics. (it might be good to get dressed for this excursion.) this is not the week for me to get into delicious dinners. &amp;nbsp;just the simple stuff. &amp;nbsp;Always preferred by my kids and perfect for the week after vacation eating.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;go to bed early.&lt;/span&gt; maybe just maybe I will wake up well-rested tomorrow and my Real Life will make sense to me again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-6712144776579366410?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/6712144776579366410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=6712144776579366410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/6712144776579366410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/6712144776579366410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2012/01/manic-monday-re-entry.html' title='Manic Monday: Re-entry'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cyIYiUMV9Fo/Txw_EjyJv9I/AAAAAAAAB2E/um9CwI9FoqQ/s72-c/DSC_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-1455165788666424180</id><published>2012-01-02T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T13:47:08.424-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manic monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self care'/><title type='text'>Manic Monday: basic self-care</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t1rE2YRTiy0/TwHjcCjKepI/AAAAAAAAB18/TsvBdu4qjOE/s1600/DSC_0022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t1rE2YRTiy0/TwHjcCjKepI/AAAAAAAAB18/TsvBdu4qjOE/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-care is a popular term for women, but I have realized we often think in terms of girl's night or pedicures and although those are certainly a part of self-care, sometimes we need a reminder to do things that are even more basic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ZZZZZZzzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;. Let's start with sleep. One of my favorites. Do you know how many hours of sleep you need a night? Have you given yourself space and grace to take a nap? For years, I thought taking naps meant I was lazy, now I know they are a common secret to many of the most productive (and happy!) people. Get your rest. So important. If you are not rested, it will not make a difference how cute your toes are. (To read:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Promise-Sleep-Medicine-Connection-Happiness/dp/0440509017/ref=sr_1_5?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1325521637&amp;amp;sr=1-5" target="_blank"&gt;The Promise of Sleep&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Food.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;My second favorite. I am a huge fan of treating myself to cupcakes and ice cream when I need some extra love, so I am all for treats, but I am talking about real food. Especially breakfast! Moms, wake up and eat. Eat some protein, eat some fruit, fill your tank for the big day you have ahead of you. You could be tired because you need sleep or you could be tired because you need food. Probably it's both. Pack a lunch and snacks for yourself, just like you would for kids. We need good food to function. Have treats in addition to real meals, but call treats a meal. You deserve healthy delicious food. Try to eat every 3 hours. It will change your life. I am also a big fan of juice plus, especially if your body has been fed by kid's leftovers for the past several years. (To read:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/3-Hour-Diet-Pounds-Weeks-Eating/dp/B0013L2EN6/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1325521706&amp;amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank"&gt;The 3-hour Diet&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Get back into your body.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;This body is yours. Does it feel like it belongs to you? Get inside of yourself. Remember how your legs and arms and muscles feel? Are you in pain anywhere? It is time to schedule that appointment to get that problem taken care of. In fact, schedule all those important annual exams. Get that tooth fixed. Do physical therapy for your shoulder. Take a walk in your neighborhood. Get a gym membership. Try any and every class that looks interesting.&amp;nbsp;Consider yoga, spinning, boxing, or body pump depending on what is FUN to you. My personal favorite form of fitness is Zumba.&amp;nbsp;You might make some new friends and that is a self-care two for one deal, right there.&lt;br /&gt;(To read:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Spark-Revolutionary-Science-Exercise-Brain/dp/0316113514/ref=sr_1_12?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1325521815&amp;amp;sr=1-12" target="_blank"&gt;Spark: the revolutionary new science of the brain and exercise.&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Water. Water. Water.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What do you pour yourself (or pick up at a drive-thru) when you are feeling tired or stressed? Coffee? Diet Drinks? Wine? It is a joke in my family that if anything is wrong with anyone, my solution is drink water. &amp;nbsp;It does a body good. &amp;nbsp;Like miraculous good. There is some wonderful research out there, but when you understand what dehydration does to your body, you see that of course we are tired, anxious, not thinking clearly. &amp;nbsp;If you can make no other changes to your life today but drinking more water, do it. My personal goal is to drink 100 oz. a day. &amp;nbsp;I have a couple of water bottles that I love and I keep one with me at all times, refilling it about 4x a day. (To read:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Your-Bodys-Many-Cries-Water/dp/0970245882/ref=sr_1_6?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1325521745&amp;amp;sr=1-6" target="_blank"&gt;Your Body's Many Cries for Water&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though you already know that sleep, food, exercise and water are essential to meet your basic needs, we are so busy driving kids around and meeting deadlines at work that these basic needs get ignored. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You cannot take care of your children, your job, or pursue your passions if you are not taking care of your basics. &amp;nbsp;It takes intention. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whatever you have to let go of to make this basic self-care possible, you must. Just ask&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maslow's_hierarchy_of_needs" target="_blank"&gt;Maslow&lt;/a&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/8072143740345724983-1455165788666424180?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/1455165788666424180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=1455165788666424180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/1455165788666424180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/1455165788666424180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2012/01/manic-monday-basic-self-care.html' title='Manic Monday: basic self-care'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t1rE2YRTiy0/TwHjcCjKepI/AAAAAAAAB18/TsvBdu4qjOE/s72-c/DSC_0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-237705624584733434</id><published>2011-12-24T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T06:32:37.826-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent calendar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='december'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>december 24th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OmGG68vtoHc/TvXfzx38OAI/AAAAAAAAB1M/cp2Og304Lco/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OmGG68vtoHc/TvXfzx38OAI/AAAAAAAAB1M/cp2Og304Lco/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the Advent Calendar Today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Read the &lt;a href="http://www.d365.org/followingthestar/" target="_blank"&gt;Advent Devotion&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, help Mom and Dad pack up the car and enjoy the drive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Laughing all the way!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are taking our Christmas over the river and through the woods this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had planned today to be a packing, traveling, doing kind-of-day, so I was surprised with the gift of a quiet, contemplative morning. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sun was not even up when I smelled coffee brewing. &amp;nbsp;I came down stars to the softest music, candles lit, tree glowing and my sweet husband reading by the fire. &amp;nbsp;We sat in the stillness, the pause, between yesterday's grand celebration and tomorrow's big plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am looking forward to our quaint Christmas in the country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the anticipation, the waiting, the planning, and the new traditions we have started this year make me just a little sad that it is almost over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have NEVER said that about the holidays before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May you find the quietest moment this Christmas Eve to savor the thrill of anticipation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-237705624584733434?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/237705624584733434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=237705624584733434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/237705624584733434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/237705624584733434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-24th.html' title='december 24th'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OmGG68vtoHc/TvXfzx38OAI/AAAAAAAAB1M/cp2Og304Lco/s72-c/DSC_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-2486986136760939773</id><published>2011-12-24T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T06:19:32.104-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent calendar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='december'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>december 23rd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hWN6Mn2TnJo/TvXddbrqM0I/AAAAAAAAB1A/ArJyn__V0ck/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hWN6Mn2TnJo/TvXddbrqM0I/AAAAAAAAB1A/ArJyn__V0ck/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the Advent Calendar Today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Read today's Advent Devotion. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take notice of all your blessings today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Try to count them."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had "Grammy Christmas" today. &amp;nbsp;It is the climax of the holiday season for the kids. &amp;nbsp;So many cousins. &amp;nbsp;So much food. Too many presents to count. &amp;nbsp;We watched a movie of our Christmas together 12 years together. &amp;nbsp;We watched a movie of our Christmas together 2 years ago. They all add up to something pretty wonderful. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been so busy years past trying to make it through the holidays that I have missed being IN them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was this day last year that was Granny Black's last day on earth. &amp;nbsp;Maybe we felt that this year. &amp;nbsp;I am not sure what it was. &amp;nbsp;But there was an awareness that what we have today, this moment and all the moments that we've shared up to this time, equals something very special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Merry Grammy Christmas to YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-2486986136760939773?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/2486986136760939773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=2486986136760939773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/2486986136760939773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/2486986136760939773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-23rd.html' title='december 23rd'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hWN6Mn2TnJo/TvXddbrqM0I/AAAAAAAAB1A/ArJyn__V0ck/s72-c/DSC_0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-4083616478275632661</id><published>2011-12-24T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T06:10:00.127-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent calendar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='december'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>december 22nd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lq8iYFu7n6Q/TvXdBDkHgbI/AAAAAAAAB00/9Ikvo5lvlZw/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lq8iYFu7n6Q/TvXdBDkHgbI/AAAAAAAAB00/9Ikvo5lvlZw/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the Advent Calendar Today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Read today's Advent Devotion and tonight, as a family,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;read The Night Before Christmas"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-4083616478275632661?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/4083616478275632661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=4083616478275632661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/4083616478275632661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/4083616478275632661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-22nd.html' title='december 22nd'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lq8iYFu7n6Q/TvXdBDkHgbI/AAAAAAAAB00/9Ikvo5lvlZw/s72-c/DSC_0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-8346555780009108089</id><published>2011-12-24T06:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T06:07:54.489-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent calendar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='december'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>december 21st</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TtJVgg1-30Q/TvXcgY9fedI/AAAAAAAAB0o/i4hyVjlWNNk/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TtJVgg1-30Q/TvXcgY9fedI/AAAAAAAAB0o/i4hyVjlWNNk/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the Advent Calendar Today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Read today's Advent Devotion!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After you have done that ask Mom about our plans for the day."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-8346555780009108089?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/8346555780009108089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=8346555780009108089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/8346555780009108089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/8346555780009108089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-21st.html' title='december 21st'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TtJVgg1-30Q/TvXcgY9fedI/AAAAAAAAB0o/i4hyVjlWNNk/s72-c/DSC_0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-3452177355526127182</id><published>2011-12-24T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T06:05:54.763-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent calendar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='december'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>december 20th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_DsAeqdbhQ/TvXcFAcMmqI/AAAAAAAAB0c/vaQy4-IoiuI/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_DsAeqdbhQ/TvXcFAcMmqI/AAAAAAAAB0c/vaQy4-IoiuI/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the Advent Calendar Today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Read today's Advent Devotion&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;send an email to someone who has been a good friend to you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-3452177355526127182?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/3452177355526127182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=3452177355526127182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/3452177355526127182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/3452177355526127182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-20th.html' title='december 20th'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_DsAeqdbhQ/TvXcFAcMmqI/AAAAAAAAB0c/vaQy4-IoiuI/s72-c/DSC_0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-4056505914488996329</id><published>2011-12-24T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T06:04:02.489-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent calendar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='december'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>december 19th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WsNNHncHzb4/TvXbYBO12OI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/FsVTomziC2M/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WsNNHncHzb4/TvXbYBO12OI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/FsVTomziC2M/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the Advent Calendar Today:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Read today's Advent Devotion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At dinner tonight with ALL FOUR of your Grandparents,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tell each of them about a lesson they have taught you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-4056505914488996329?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/4056505914488996329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=4056505914488996329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/4056505914488996329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/4056505914488996329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-19th.html' title='december 19th'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WsNNHncHzb4/TvXbYBO12OI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/FsVTomziC2M/s72-c/DSC_0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-2077295775431908668</id><published>2011-12-24T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T06:00:58.142-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent calendar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='december'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>december 18th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BW7GCpxaqeM/TvXait-9eaI/AAAAAAAAB0E/jdN0IEpIszc/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BW7GCpxaqeM/TvXait-9eaI/AAAAAAAAB0E/jdN0IEpIszc/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the Advent Calendar Today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Read today's Advent Devotion.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As a family, talk about where you see God's Spirit in your world."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-2077295775431908668?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/2077295775431908668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=2077295775431908668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/2077295775431908668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/2077295775431908668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-18th.html' title='december 18th'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BW7GCpxaqeM/TvXait-9eaI/AAAAAAAAB0E/jdN0IEpIszc/s72-c/DSC_0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-125734164580986967</id><published>2011-12-23T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T06:54:48.616-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent calendar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='december'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>december 17th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nNId48_IPaU/TvSRl7vWKYI/AAAAAAAABzs/vD0NUPEViCw/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nNId48_IPaU/TvSRl7vWKYI/AAAAAAAABzs/vD0NUPEViCw/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the Advent Calendar Today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Read today's &lt;a href="http://www.d365.org/followingthestar/" target="_blank"&gt;Advent Devotion&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight we will make eggnog and hot chocolate&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and play games by the fire."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It takes so much planning to pull off Christmas morning. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes I forget that the best moments are the &amp;nbsp;ones that just happen. &amp;nbsp;We had an "express Christmas" with my family last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We packed my (new!) car with presents. &amp;nbsp;Used a Groupon for a dozen cupcakes. &amp;nbsp;Did FaceTime with my brother's family in Texas. And topped off the night with dinner at a mexican restaurant. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We shared a moment that all of us will remember forever. I was smiling for days remembering our time together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It doesn't have to be complicated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It doesn't have to cost anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It doesn't have to be on the calendar for months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My son summed the evening up when he said,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I had my expectations really low for this night and I am having the best time!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight, we did make hot chocolate (with the packages of Starbuck's salted caramel and the magic of the Cocomotion). &amp;nbsp;We lit the fire. &amp;nbsp;We played our Christmas music. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My daughter won Clue on her first turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My husband kicked our tail in Yatzee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was thrilled that my kids were finally old enough to play 16 rounds of &lt;a href="http://www.pagat.com/invented/countdown.html" target="_blank"&gt;Count Down&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our expectations took a vacation for a couple of days and we were free to enjoy each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-125734164580986967?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/125734164580986967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=125734164580986967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/125734164580986967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/125734164580986967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-17th.html' title='december 17th'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nNId48_IPaU/TvSRl7vWKYI/AAAAAAAABzs/vD0NUPEViCw/s72-c/DSC_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-151104778312676894</id><published>2011-12-22T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T10:24:43.762-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent calendar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='december'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>december 16th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A6CfREHylkc/TvNvI04yqTI/AAAAAAAABzg/gZ6ck6pnomQ/s1600/DSC_0393.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A6CfREHylkc/TvNvI04yqTI/AAAAAAAABzg/gZ6ck6pnomQ/s320/DSC_0393.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the Advent Calendar Today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Read today's &lt;a href="http://www.d365.org/followingthestar/" target="_blank"&gt;Advent Devotion&lt;/a&gt; and put a surprise in the mailbox for our mailman."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know...it is a common courtesy to give a gift to your postman/woman/person. &amp;nbsp;But in years past, that has always been just one more thing on my list that I never get to. &amp;nbsp; One of my friends told me that the person who delivered her paper left an address so she would know where to send Christmas tips. &amp;nbsp;This is the kind of obligation that makes me bristle. &amp;nbsp;My mailman has never done that. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it is in these 8/9 days till Christmas that I start to feel the pressure that I have been not so successful at warding off with my sacred Christmas plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though all the presents are bought and wrapped, suddenly my children change their minds about what they want from Santa. Even details like their favorite color change. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember our &lt;a href="http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-4th.html" target="_blank"&gt;Advent Mission&lt;/a&gt; to deliver dog treats?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, one of those neighbor's delivered a special gift to my daughter to thank her. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My daughter said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"This is the best gift I have ever received."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, she is known to be dramatic. &amp;nbsp;And the sweet gift of candy and a teddy bear figurine, while wonderful, could not be the BEST gift, right? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She further explained, "What I mean is that all the gifts I get someone is supposed to get me (because I am their daughter/granddaughter/cousin/niece), but when someone gives you a gift that you do not deserve and they don't even know you...that is the gift that means the world to you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, notice the gifts that no one was "obligated" to give to you and receive them with joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-151104778312676894?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/151104778312676894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=151104778312676894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/151104778312676894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/151104778312676894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-16th.html' title='december 16th'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A6CfREHylkc/TvNvI04yqTI/AAAAAAAABzg/gZ6ck6pnomQ/s72-c/DSC_0393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-231860128701263124</id><published>2011-12-18T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T11:35:56.067-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent calendar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='december'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>december 15th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rE98HBr_8os/Tu46voK4pvI/AAAAAAAABzU/NEYd6sorw_w/s1600/DSC_0392.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rE98HBr_8os/Tu46voK4pvI/AAAAAAAABzU/NEYd6sorw_w/s320/DSC_0392.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the Advent Calendar Today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Read today's &lt;a href="http://www.d365.org/followingthestar/" target="_blank"&gt;Advent Devotion&lt;/a&gt; and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go to the Library!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deliver a treat to our favorite librarian."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My love for the library, well, there are not enough words. &amp;nbsp;I love books. &amp;nbsp;I love free books. &amp;nbsp;I love used books. I love reading them. &amp;nbsp;I love listening to them. &amp;nbsp;I love sharing them. I love returning a big stack and checking out an even bigger stack. &amp;nbsp;And I love our librarian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He knows us by name. &amp;nbsp;He changes due dates for our lost cds and missing books. &amp;nbsp;He knows when books are waiting for us. &amp;nbsp;He knows when we are waiting for particular books. &amp;nbsp;It all just feels so very Mayberry-ish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our stop by the grocery store to get Sir Librarian a gift was not so dear. &amp;nbsp;My daughter became quite attached to a gift tin that was too small for the treats we had already found. &amp;nbsp;I chose another container that she did not love and would not let her change the treat to fit in the tin. &amp;nbsp;Does this seem harsh? &amp;nbsp;I just wanted to get out of the store and move on with our day. &amp;nbsp;She quite firmly told me that this was supposed to be from HER and that it was NOT. As if this was all a giant deception we were pulling over on our library friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went into robot-mom mode and smiled blankly through the check-out line. &amp;nbsp;This is not who I want to be. &amp;nbsp;Not at Christmas-time. &amp;nbsp;Not at any time. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good thing we were headed to the library to stock up on books to fill the hours of quality time we have ahead of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few of our finds:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Cricket in Time Square by George Seldon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Incredible Journey by Sheila Burnford&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;11 Birthdays by Wendy Mass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blast from the Past by Meg Cabot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince by J.K. Rowling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May you find something to snuggle up and read as you recover from the stress of holiday shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-231860128701263124?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/231860128701263124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=231860128701263124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/231860128701263124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/231860128701263124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-15th.html' title='december 15th'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rE98HBr_8os/Tu46voK4pvI/AAAAAAAABzU/NEYd6sorw_w/s72-c/DSC_0392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-8793678919805632107</id><published>2011-12-14T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T18:59:36.988-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent calendar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='december'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>december 14th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jiParqTtibM/Tulbquj-sGI/AAAAAAAABzE/YzgO-NzrNoE/s1600/DSC_0391.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jiParqTtibM/Tulbquj-sGI/AAAAAAAABzE/YzgO-NzrNoE/s320/DSC_0391.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the Advent Calendar Today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Read &lt;a href="http://www.d365.org/followingthestar/" target="_blank"&gt;today's devotion&lt;/a&gt; and then go on a hunt for change around the house and in the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deliver it to the Salvation Army bell ringer."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I amuse myself with my grand plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, so it doesn't sound like a grand plan. But you know, there are days when the smallest things feel daunting. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was the last day of school. &amp;nbsp;And we have worked really hard to get here. &amp;nbsp;We were wiped out. &amp;nbsp;All of us. &amp;nbsp;I had no energy to inspire the kids to go on a scavenger hunt. I took a bath and was in my pajamas before the sun went down. &amp;nbsp;The kids played way too many video games and I spent too much time on Pinterest. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We ate dinner in shifts and then I made cookies. &amp;nbsp;They were really delicious. &amp;nbsp;Everyone else in my house is in their own space right now. &amp;nbsp;I am listening to my White Christmas Pandora station. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It seemed a good time to read&amp;nbsp;today's&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.d365.org/followingthestar/" target="_blank"&gt;Advent Devotion&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then they said to him, "Who are you? Let us have an answer for those who sent us. What do you say about yourself?" ~John 1:22&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you say about yourself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In business, parenting, updating my fb status, figuring out how to tweet, finding my place at church, even pinning "my style"...I am constantly trying to answer those questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And some days it's nice to stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometime soon we will collect our spare change. &amp;nbsp;We will deliver it to the jolly ones who diligently ring that bell outside of Kroger. &amp;nbsp;And we will feel a little pleased with ourselves for sharing the tiniest bit of our abundance. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But tonight, I will find rest from trying to figure out what I am supposed to give. &amp;nbsp;I will take a break from answering all the questions about who I am. &amp;nbsp;And for today, I will practice what it means to just be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May you know you are loved. Just for being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-8793678919805632107?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/8793678919805632107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=8793678919805632107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/8793678919805632107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/8793678919805632107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-14th.html' title='december 14th'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jiParqTtibM/Tulbquj-sGI/AAAAAAAABzE/YzgO-NzrNoE/s72-c/DSC_0391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-5033131155581046942</id><published>2011-12-14T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T06:50:13.897-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent calendar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='december'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>december 13th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JAaHOX79lQI/Tuix17_QXtI/AAAAAAAABy8/bgsrE53_msw/s1600/DSC_0390.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JAaHOX79lQI/Tuix17_QXtI/AAAAAAAABy8/bgsrE53_msw/s320/DSC_0390.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the Advent Calendar Today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Read today's &lt;a href="http://www.d365.org/followingthestar/"&gt;Advent Devotion&lt;/a&gt; and after school deliver a treat to Dad at his office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tell him something you really value about him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I wasn't prepared for school ending at 9:45 am (because of exams).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did not anticipate the adrenaline that someone must have injected into my children in their sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe I still have 12 more days of this ahead of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peace on Earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodwill toward men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who am I kidding? &amp;nbsp;I can't. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes you just run out and today I am out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids are in good spirits.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They loved delivering "jr. cheeseburgers with ketchup only" to their dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Their letters were full of things they noticed, but you don't think kids do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like how much they appreciate all the work my husband has been doing to get a new car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As the day wore on, they could also clearly sense that I was in need of a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While I was writing, they both got all up in my space and said,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Mom, I think you need to leave early for work today and treat yourself to a little &lt;i&gt;me time&lt;/i&gt;.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course, they really just wanted my computer for themselves. But I took their advice and gave myself a break. &amp;nbsp;I tossed a book into my purse and found my way to a warm restaurant to snuggle into for a couple of hours of mindless alone time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May you find peace today and goodwill toward (wo)man.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Treat yourself to some well-needed "me time".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-5033131155581046942?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/5033131155581046942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=5033131155581046942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/5033131155581046942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/5033131155581046942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-13th.html' title='december 13th'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JAaHOX79lQI/Tuix17_QXtI/AAAAAAAABy8/bgsrE53_msw/s72-c/DSC_0390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-5777399367340868159</id><published>2011-12-14T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T06:20:24.649-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent calendar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='december'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>december 12th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5pfdjQU1gk/Tuis16SpmtI/AAAAAAAABy0/1a8Lsd4jKGk/s1600/DSC_0388.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5pfdjQU1gk/Tuis16SpmtI/AAAAAAAABy0/1a8Lsd4jKGk/s320/DSC_0388.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the Advent Calendar Today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Read today's &lt;a href="http://www.d365.org/followingthestar/"&gt;Advent Devotion&lt;/a&gt; and go shopping for the Ramey boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Try to find gifts that can easily be tucked into Todd and Laura's suitcases."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I met a lady at the gym today whose husband lost his job last year. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She said, "This wasn't the life we planned for."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A friend recently received a terrifying diagnosis. "We are sad and scared," she confesses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another family close to our hearts waits and waits and waits for the arrival of their 3 boys from Haiti. &amp;nbsp;"The big question we always get is, 'so when do you get your boys?' We wish we had an answer to that" (&lt;a href="http://ibelieveinyouwww.blogspot.com/"&gt;ibelieveinyou&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These were the musings of my morning, when I read &lt;a href="http://www.d365.org/followingthestar/"&gt;today's devotion&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"by paths they have not known, I will guide them" Isaiah 42:16.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How comforting to know that when we fall, scrape ourselves, trip in the dark, bump into a tree, doubt ourselves and God...we are being guided through it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"There is a light. &amp;nbsp;No matter how dark it may become, there is a radiance that will not be denied, that cannot be ignored" (&lt;a href="http://www.d365.org/followingthestar/"&gt;followthestar&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May you know the light, feel it's warmth, on every step of your path today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-5777399367340868159?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/5777399367340868159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=5777399367340868159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/5777399367340868159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/5777399367340868159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-12th.html' title='december 12th'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5pfdjQU1gk/Tuis16SpmtI/AAAAAAAABy0/1a8Lsd4jKGk/s72-c/DSC_0388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-8514897152707484857</id><published>2011-12-12T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T06:52:27.053-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent calendar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='december 11th'/><title type='text'>december 11th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H-ZL7ObXNZw/TuYOqDhQkbI/AAAAAAAAByg/sLPNgrHnWh8/s1600/DSC_0387.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H-ZL7ObXNZw/TuYOqDhQkbI/AAAAAAAAByg/sLPNgrHnWh8/s320/DSC_0387.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685247695263928754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the Advent Calendar Today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Look up Isaiah 61:4 in our big white Bible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What does this mean to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, think of a way you could show your brother/sister &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how important they are to you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It feels like my kids are never home at the same time.  Even though I had to work last night, I attempted an early family dinner because I wanted us to have some place of connection before everyone got into the busy week ahead of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With less than 30 minutes to have some quality family time, I was a little tense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rushing my daughter downstairs after her shower, impatiently asking my son to get drinks for everyone, and just generally irritated in the direction of my husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because, dang-it, we were going to connect tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I caught myself, took a deep breath, tried to listen to their conversation.  I smiled and laughed at their stories, stealing glances at the clock as I counted down how many minutes we had to "relax and enjoy" each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a good 10 minutes to spare and that is when I said, "Hey guys, want to move over by the fire and do our advent devotion together?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though I am usually a stickler about everyone cleaning up their own plates, I was saying, "Just leave your plate there. come on, let's get going." My daughter still had spaghetti hanging from her mouth as I pulled her over to the living room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you sensing this is not going to be good?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, you are right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The translation of the verse from Isaiah in our big white Bible just confused the kids. While I was trying to get them off their heads and sit properly on the couch, they got in a pillow fight. So, I get louder and louder trying to tell them what I think "binding up the broken-hearted" means. While my husband is trying to figure out if he should read the verse himself or yell at the kids or pour me a drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the middle of the madness, I stand up and say good-bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It seemed the most gracious thing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I grabbed my keys, went downstairs, and off to church to teach a class on happy marriage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two hours later, I came home to two kids tucked in bed and a cute husband sitting by the fire with his eggnog listening to christmas music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hugged the kids good-night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoyed a quiet evening with my man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No one said, "I am so sorry about the way we acted."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Mom, why are you such a freak?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a new understanding of why it is important to "say grace" whenever two or more are gathered, especially at dinner time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let us whisper "grace" into our own hearts and the ears of those who are kind enough to share their homes, meals and lives with us, even when we act like a freak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-8514897152707484857?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/8514897152707484857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=8514897152707484857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/8514897152707484857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/8514897152707484857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-11th.html' title='december 11th'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H-ZL7ObXNZw/TuYOqDhQkbI/AAAAAAAAByg/sLPNgrHnWh8/s72-c/DSC_0387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-7419968552776907215</id><published>2011-12-10T13:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T14:06:05.103-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent calendar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='december'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>december 10th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PEoo45Nps1U/TuPMaxoWOCI/AAAAAAAAByU/riTfKYaBw1k/s1600/DSC_0385.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PEoo45Nps1U/TuPMaxoWOCI/AAAAAAAAByU/riTfKYaBw1k/s320/DSC_0385.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684611915042928674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the Advent Calendar Today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Read the &lt;a href="http://www.d365.org/followingthestar/"&gt;Advent Devotion&lt;/a&gt; and then look for an opportunity to show kindness or appreciation for someone throughout your day."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a packed morning beginning with a swim meet and everyone was moving in different directions the rest of the day.  Today's advent mission had to be something the kids could do on their own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I read the &lt;a href="http://www.d365.org/followingthestar/"&gt;devotion &lt;/a&gt;on my iphone during some of the down time at the meet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Peace. One definition of peace is “normal.” It is the state that is without war and without violence. I am not sure I would claim it as normal. I look around and what I normally see is stress, anxiety, worry, and chaos. People running from one activity to the next, working on a paper and project, and studying for a test — this seems to be normal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can we decide that our new normal is PEACE?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;a href="http://www.d365.org/followingthestar/"&gt;Michelle Thomas-Bush&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I had to do was look around the giant middle school event and see the stress, anxiety, worry and chaos that surrounded me.  As well as courage, excitement and the thrill of the competition.  We watched friends and family cheer on the winners and celebrate the last guy to complete his laps.  In the midst of all that chaos there was a sweet sweet spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As my son climbed out of the water of his last race, he found out that he had been disqualified for not touching the side with both hands.  We said we were really proud of him anyway. Even though he was bummed, he was also relieved to be warm and to be done, so we quickly walked out to the car to move on with our full day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we were driving I started thinking about the Advent Mission: to show someone kindness.  I asked B if he had a chance to do that at the meet.  He said he cheered on his friends but he didn't say or do anything thinking about who needed kindness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I asked him what he would think about offering himself kindness for being disqualified.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He thought that was a great idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our own anxious hearts are desperate for kindness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, let us see our anxiety, worry, chaos, and stress as exhausted, confused, and overwhelmed parts of us.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Give yourselves the same kindness and aprecitation that you would give to someone else who was working so hard on your behalf.  Especially during the Holidays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-7419968552776907215?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/7419968552776907215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=7419968552776907215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/7419968552776907215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/7419968552776907215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-10th.html' title='december 10th'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PEoo45Nps1U/TuPMaxoWOCI/AAAAAAAAByU/riTfKYaBw1k/s72-c/DSC_0385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-1129490222361388163</id><published>2011-12-10T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T13:12:53.844-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent calendar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='december'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>december 9th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UROPZc1xWTE/TuPFsqfOGUI/AAAAAAAAByI/Wqr2MtjevTM/s1600/DSC_0384.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UROPZc1xWTE/TuPFsqfOGUI/AAAAAAAAByI/Wqr2MtjevTM/s320/DSC_0384.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684604525781850434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the Advent Calendar Today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Want to go grocery shopping today? Neither do I.  Today, let's show some appreciation to the people who help us at the store all of the time. When we get our groceries, we will deliver a gift."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It might not seem life changing to you, but when one of my friends introduced me to online grocery shopping, food changed for me and my family.  I don't know if I just can't handle the stress of choosing between 34 versions of everything on my list or if that my list is just another piece of paper I can't find when I need it, if I bothered to write one...for these reasons and so many more, I LOVE &lt;a href="http://www.harristeeter.com/shopping/express_lane/express_lane.aspx"&gt;Harris Teeter's Express Lane&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can place my order online in less than 20 minutes.  I am usually sitting in my kitchen, so I can look at my fridge and pantry to see what I do and don't need. I pull into the lovely drive through, push a button, say my name and a beautiful human brings out my sorted and bagged food, placing it right in my trunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, all this to say, a gift to our grocery-store friend was a gift of deep appreciation for all the ways she has helped us this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After I got the kids from school, we went shopping for a few gifts and found a big mug gift with chocolate, hot chocolate and cookies in it.  It was not our usual helper, but we were happy just the same to share a gift of Christmas with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As soon as my daughter handed the gift to her saying, "Merry Christmas!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The woman said, "I will make sure and get this to the woman who is regularly here."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She shut the trunk and moved on quickly, so I trusted the gift was going to go to whoever needed a little treat this day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a common theme in my life these days (&lt;a href="http://jwbcounseling.blogspot.com/2011/12/widows-mitethe-artists-courage.html"&gt;The Widow's Mite/The Artist's Courage&lt;/a&gt;): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We offer our gifts and then we release them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What joy to imagine the things that what we choose, create and share with another might have a purpose beyond our vision and plans.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-1129490222361388163?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/1129490222361388163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=1129490222361388163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/1129490222361388163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/1129490222361388163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-9th.html' title='december 9th'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UROPZc1xWTE/TuPFsqfOGUI/AAAAAAAAByI/Wqr2MtjevTM/s72-c/DSC_0384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-6627409916851104656</id><published>2011-12-09T06:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T06:44:18.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>december 8th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BfeNNQs3pXc/TuIZgvSgs6I/AAAAAAAABx8/eZJbuUCKyQo/s1600/DSC_0383.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BfeNNQs3pXc/TuIZgvSgs6I/AAAAAAAABx8/eZJbuUCKyQo/s320/DSC_0383.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684133729935602594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the Advent Calendar Today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"It is my turn to give: Order anything you want at Sonic after school today."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I forgot to write that they should read the &lt;a href="http://www.d365.org/followingthestar/"&gt;Advent Devotion&lt;/a&gt; as well. But after they opened up box #8, they went straight to the computer and I heard the now familiar music of follow the star.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the drive to school I asked them what the devotion was about.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;B (my 12 year old) : Mom, it was freaky.  It was about God burning up the earth and heaven.  Even the people in heaven are going to get burned up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: Where was the scripture from?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;B: Probably Revelations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: Oh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(thinking...this doesn't seem very Christmasy at all.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The verse was actually from 2Peter. It is about holiness and godliness and waiting. And blazing fires.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We didn't ever make it to Sonic.  For reasons connected to bad attitudes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, shall we call it a bad advent day?  A day when God's word does not make sense.  A day when we miss out on new good things because we are so angry that everything isn't going our way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As one of my dear friends says, "It all belongs."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What else do I really have to offer God, but all of me? Today that includes my bad attitude, my disappointments, and my mistakes. Only when all of me is offered can I appreciate and receive the gift of being unconditionally welcomed and comforted by the One who is holy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"On this Advent road, the star lights our path with hope and comfort."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.d365.org/followingthestar/"&gt;Follow The Star&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/8072143740345724983-6627409916851104656?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/6627409916851104656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=6627409916851104656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/6627409916851104656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/6627409916851104656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-8th.html' title='december 8th'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BfeNNQs3pXc/TuIZgvSgs6I/AAAAAAAABx8/eZJbuUCKyQo/s72-c/DSC_0383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-1387322743204147050</id><published>2011-12-07T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T09:44:35.519-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent calendar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='december 7th'/><title type='text'>december 7th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G2dLKQbIG9Y/Tt-cWZlWDNI/AAAAAAAABxw/3jITH0mkllQ/s1600/DSC_0382.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G2dLKQbIG9Y/Tt-cWZlWDNI/AAAAAAAABxw/3jITH0mkllQ/s320/DSC_0382.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683433163403431122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the Advent Calendar Today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Have a family advent time this morning or this evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first week of advent is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you think so far?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is it better to give than receive?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reflections on &lt;a href="http://www.d365.org/followingthestar/"&gt;Today's Devotion&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is a day of giving thanks for those who paved the way for us, just like John did for Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even Jesus had someone pave the way for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another example of humility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WE need each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not having a car this week has been a gift for me on many levels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have spent more hours in the car than anywhere else since August.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As a result of car issues, I have had 3 days at my home sweet home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of our friends let us borrow their car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another friend drove me around town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A teacher drove my son to play practice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom did the after school crazy car schedule for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am very aware of my "neediness" these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While I am intentional this advent season, to encourage my children to give, it seems the lesson for me is in learning to receive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is new for me to welcome my own neediness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In welcoming my need (as a blessing, not a curse)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can graciously receive the gifts that my dear friends and family share with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, is it better to give than to receive?  There are precious gifts in both packages, the ones we thoughtfully place in the hands of others and the ones that are wrapped especially for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May you receive the joy of both giving and receiving Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-1387322743204147050?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/1387322743204147050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=1387322743204147050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/1387322743204147050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/1387322743204147050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-7th.html' title='december 7th'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G2dLKQbIG9Y/Tt-cWZlWDNI/AAAAAAAABxw/3jITH0mkllQ/s72-c/DSC_0382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-3975425664917101204</id><published>2011-12-07T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T08:58:39.390-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent calendar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='december 6th'/><title type='text'>december 6th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nBdVyeci48/Tt-YlJuKGxI/AAAAAAAABxk/2zAO7PeMGNI/s1600/DSC_0381.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nBdVyeci48/Tt-YlJuKGxI/AAAAAAAABxk/2zAO7PeMGNI/s320/DSC_0381.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683429018796956434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the Advent Calendar today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Read today's &lt;a href="http://www.d365.org/followingthestar/"&gt;devotion&lt;/a&gt; and then leave the house early to eat breakfast at Starbuck's.  Remember to get your teacher's treats and tip your Barista generously!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As a result of being a one car family, all four of us drove together this morning.  It felt so old fashioned.  Amazed at how fast my kids got ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our time at Starbuck's was the perfect way to begin the day because both kids had their first finals.  They had put in a lot of studying and been under a lot of stress. (I hate the idea of stress and kids, but such is life.)  They bought cinnamon rolls for their teachers.  Learned how to tip at a coffee shop (and they learned what Barista means.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We dropped them off at school with big tests ahead of them and big smiles on their faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hopefully, we will get to the devotion this evening.  It is finally sinking in for me that I am the one who needs these devotions. They may or may not settle into my kids hearts, but they are helping me tremendously.  I will receive them as my gift of sanity and simplicity.  Surely my kids will notice and appreciate that gift of Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-3975425664917101204?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/3975425664917101204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=3975425664917101204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/3975425664917101204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/3975425664917101204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-6th.html' title='december 6th'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nBdVyeci48/Tt-YlJuKGxI/AAAAAAAABxk/2zAO7PeMGNI/s72-c/DSC_0381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-4919025291024279671</id><published>2011-12-05T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T18:26:32.677-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='december 5th'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent calendar'/><title type='text'>december 5th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9LyYDTX2xAI/Tt16ki9rIfI/AAAAAAAABxY/QVRKswdjvPE/s1600/DSC_0373.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9LyYDTX2xAI/Tt16ki9rIfI/AAAAAAAABxY/QVRKswdjvPE/s320/DSC_0373.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682833073090798066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the Advent Calendar today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Think of how much your teachers do for you every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Write a letter to one who you are especially thankful for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow morning deliver it with a treat from Starbuck's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't forget to read today's &lt;a href="http://www.d365.org/followingthestar/"&gt;advent devotion&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because of school we didn't get to the advent calendar/devotion until tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nights like tonight remind me of why I have not tried to do something like this in a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids were hysterical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; We tried to get them to refocus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We asked for their thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They told us about a girl at school who just got her braces off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And showed us pictures they discovered while looking up the Bible verse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They thought they were the funniest people ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And could not stop laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am really proud of both my husband and myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because we laughed with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We looked at the pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We let go of our agenda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We let ourselves appreciate what was sacred about this night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And sent the kids to bed early. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-4919025291024279671?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/4919025291024279671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=4919025291024279671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/4919025291024279671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/4919025291024279671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-5th.html' title='december 5th'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9LyYDTX2xAI/Tt16ki9rIfI/AAAAAAAABxY/QVRKswdjvPE/s72-c/DSC_0373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-433106190014634882</id><published>2011-12-04T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T20:03:25.935-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent calendar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comfort'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='december 4th'/><title type='text'>december 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N-OSqmN5jx8/Ttw7bOP2w8I/AAAAAAAABxM/_i2bJZrit98/s1600/DSC_0379.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N-OSqmN5jx8/Ttw7bOP2w8I/AAAAAAAABxM/_i2bJZrit98/s320/DSC_0379.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682482168701830082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the Advent Calendar today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Read today's &lt;a href="http://www.d365.org/followingthestar/"&gt;Advent Devotion&lt;/a&gt; online and then make packages of the dog treats to deliver to our neighbor-pups."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids spent the night with their grandparents last night, so they did not open the calendar until they got home this evening.  It was a good thing, too, because I had to change it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have been having car problems.  Not just with one car, but both.  This meant I was at home all day and would not be able to take them on the errand required for the activity I originally planned behind door #4. We were only able to make the dog treats yesterday, not deliver them (they were supposed to sit out overnight), so I decided to make delivery today's advent mission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is amazing how much you can do when you are stuck at home. At first, I was only frustrated with what I would not be able to do, including run by the store. It ended up to be such a gift, to sit at home and see all I already have.  I found dinner ingredients behind some ice cream in the freezer.  The gift tags to finish wrapping presents were made from index cards and old ribbon instead of the cute ones I planned on getting from target.  And the mission today was simply to walk outside our front door share the gifts we had already finished that were setting on our kitchen counter .  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The scripture in the &lt;a href="http://www.d365.org/followingthestar/"&gt;devotion&lt;/a&gt; today begins, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Comfort, O Comfort my people, says your God..." (Isaiah 40:1)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Comfort.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How can we experience it deeply?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How can we offer it genuinely and generously? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sit. Still. Breathe. Look around at what you have. From the precise spot you are in this very moment.  You don't have to drive anywhere to find it.  You don't have to accomplish anything to get it.  Right here is the only place Comfort ever promises to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Comfort, O Comfort.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt it today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as I scrounged around for dinner ingredients,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as I hung the last ornament,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as I yelled at my kids to stop fighting over the computer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as we tried to figure out our car situation, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as I listened to my daughter read the devotion to our family,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as I bickered with my husband,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as I sit here now, with everyone else in bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and only the christmas lights to keep me company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Comfort, O Comfort...to you my friends, right where you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-433106190014634882?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/433106190014634882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=433106190014634882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/433106190014634882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/433106190014634882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-4th.html' title='december 4th'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N-OSqmN5jx8/Ttw7bOP2w8I/AAAAAAAABxM/_i2bJZrit98/s72-c/DSC_0379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-8171470430086275868</id><published>2011-12-03T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T13:07:20.013-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent calendar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='december 3rd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>december 3rd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NbkAGPOZHTg/TtpIIplDmVI/AAAAAAAABwc/m-DuY1cdFtE/s320/DSC_0378.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681933193318734162" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the Advent Calendar today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Today, after reading the &lt;a href="http://www.d365.org/followingthestar/"&gt;Advent Meditation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's show some love to our neighbor dogs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We will make &lt;a href="http://www.bullwrinkle.com/Assets/Recipes/Apple%20Cinnamon%20Drops.htm"&gt;homemade dog treats&lt;/a&gt;-apple cinnamon."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Both kids loved today's mission.  They were so excited to dig in and cook up these treats.  We used the last apple in our fruit bowl in this recipe.  While my daughter was chopping it up, I asked the kids about the devotion today.  My son re-read it to us.  The advent devotion today talks about loving the church the way God loves us.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I asked them if they knew what a church is? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My daughter said, "It is a place where people gather to worship."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I said, "Who is the church?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She said, "All the people who gather to worship."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I said, "So when we love others, we are actually worshiping God.  Actually, when we honor anything in creation we worshiping God, even the dogs in our neighborhood."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She took in a deep breath and said, "O my gosh, Mom! Do you know what I just realized? I am worshipping God all of the time."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I said, "I can't believe we are putting a juicy Honey Crisp Apple in these dog treats."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Avery said, "Mom, we are worshipping GOD. Don't you think He deserves a delicious apple?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watch and wait. When I am looking, I can see that the real gifts of Christmas always come at the perfect time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yzfVB3jUrxk/TtqNSX5XB1I/AAAAAAAABww/kyrvK1sXDz4/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682009226673063762" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a4je-Nrdrwg/TtqNSfQtZTI/AAAAAAAABwo/nTaHY-1vSe4/s320/photo-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682009228650046770" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-8171470430086275868?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/8171470430086275868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=8171470430086275868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/8171470430086275868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/8171470430086275868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-3rd.html' title='december 3rd'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NbkAGPOZHTg/TtpIIplDmVI/AAAAAAAABwc/m-DuY1cdFtE/s72-c/DSC_0378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-4600065489679518873</id><published>2011-12-02T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T05:33:26.120-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent calendar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='december 2nd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>december 2nd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mp74lBoENjE/TtjMKuQOndI/AAAAAAAABwQ/belG9wIr5fc/s1600/DSC_0377.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mp74lBoENjE/TtjMKuQOndI/AAAAAAAABwQ/belG9wIr5fc/s320/DSC_0377.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681515414514736594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the Advent Calendar today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Read today's &lt;a href="http://www.d365.org/followingthestar/"&gt;Advent Devotion online&lt;/a&gt; and then look up Acts 20:35 in the Bible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~Why do you think the Bible says it is better to give then receive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~Do you really believe that is true?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The devotion today read that because of God's grace, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we are not lacking anything while we wait (1 Cor. 1:3-7).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We partially decorated our Christmas tree.  And then it was time to go to bed.  I looked at the tree this morning and thought, &lt;i&gt;there's another thing I need to finish before I can set back and enjoy the holidays&lt;/i&gt;.    I think it is my favorite Christmas tree we have ever had.  It is tall and proud, well-lit and quite unaffected by it's spaces without ornaments.  The devotion today reminds me that just because something is unfinished, it doesn't mean that it is incomplete.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So far, the theme of this time in Advent is waiting and giving.  When we make a choice to give while we sit in the space between wanting and getting, we realize what we have.  We notice the completeness of God's grace.   We notice the spaces in other people's lives.  We notice that we are not alone on this journey of waiting.  There is comfort and companionship here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My 12 year old had school this morning, my 10 year old did not.  My son woke up my daughter 3 hours before her preferred waking time so that they could open the advent calendar together.  I don't yet know what she thought of today (other than she is still a little ticked for not getting tiny treats in there) because she quickly returned to her snug bed. But when I asked him about the message today, he said it was about giving being better than getting.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He said, "It really is better because it just feels so good when someone likes what you got for them. But, I am a kid so it is hard for me to really BELIEVE that."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not just a kid thing thing, though.  Over the years I have waited for many things, believing that only when I had them, I could be complete: the new house, the healthy baby, the parent to make it through surgery okay,  the bank to not overdraft, the house to be clean, the book to be published, the debt to be paid off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What better lesson to teach my children then that life is about waiting, about not always having all of our expectations fulfilled?  That in the space of expectation, the lack of everything we want, grace is found.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have no idea how much I am dying to go buy a bunch of tiny things for my daughter today.   I am questioning my own plan.  But I will wait in the discomfort of the incompletion (as I sip my coffee and relish the incompleteness of my Christmas tree) and trust that the gift of grace will find it's way in my home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-4600065489679518873?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/4600065489679518873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=4600065489679518873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/4600065489679518873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/4600065489679518873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-2nd.html' title='december 2nd'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mp74lBoENjE/TtjMKuQOndI/AAAAAAAABwQ/belG9wIr5fc/s72-c/DSC_0377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-2812916992140038269</id><published>2011-12-01T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T10:27:40.371-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent calendar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='december 1st'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>december 1st</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgVUf7tkH6Y/TtfC045pLUI/AAAAAAAABwE/kMp8tY1K8oo/s1600/DSC_0375.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgVUf7tkH6Y/TtfC045pLUI/AAAAAAAABwE/kMp8tY1K8oo/s320/DSC_0375.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681223668834315586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inside the Advent Calendar today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Have you ever wondered why this is called an advent calendar? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Your latin class will help you figure it out and so will Wikipedia :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Light a candle and read today's advent message &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;using the &lt;a href="http://www.d365.org/followingthestar/"&gt;Devotional Link&lt;/a&gt; in our bookmark bar."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The scripture was Mark 13:35-37.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was about keeping awake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I asked the kids what they thought that meant. Did it mean Jesus doesn't want us to sleep?  They thought He was saying to stay awake so you don't miss Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like that. Not missing out on sleep, of course. But staying aware, above the stress and shopping lists, the decorating and the cooking, so that I don't miss the presence of God working in and through my world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When my son was telling my husband about what we read, he said, "We read about staying awake to God and not letting ourselves be distracted by commercialism." (huh.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My daughter said, "So are we going to get any candy today? Any presents?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I said, "You did get a present."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I mean it.  It is always hard to do to the thing for my kids that may not be the next dream come true moment for them.  But their lives are pretty dreamy.  An opportunity to teach my children about the things nearest and dearest to my heart is a gift of christmas that I can easily forget to share with them when I am busy trying to make all their Christmas morning wishes come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-2812916992140038269?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/2812916992140038269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=2812916992140038269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/2812916992140038269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/2812916992140038269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-1st.html' title='december 1st'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgVUf7tkH6Y/TtfC045pLUI/AAAAAAAABwE/kMp8tY1K8oo/s72-c/DSC_0375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-8446427857761367909</id><published>2011-12-01T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T10:08:14.076-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent calendar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>a sacred December</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vFNWgcW34UQ/TtfCcTPUpEI/AAAAAAAABv4/F9aWJQH8AdY/s1600/DSC_0374.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vFNWgcW34UQ/TtfCcTPUpEI/AAAAAAAABv4/F9aWJQH8AdY/s320/DSC_0374.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681223246407836738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's hard to find tiny things to fit in our Advent Calendar.  And, although I love the idea of little treasures to count down until Christmas, along with Happy the Elf hiding cleverly each day, and the chocolate calendar count down, and the lego calendar, and the 3 adorable Playmobil calendars, well...it just becomes too much.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In years past, we have had candy, christmas book titles, little stamps, little ornaments, notes that led them to different pre-christmas presents like luggage for a trip or pajamas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This Christmas my kids are 10 and 12 years old.  I decided this was a good year to use the Advent Calendar to help us as a family find the sacred in this holiday.  As I last posted, it is a struggle for me to not lose myself, my patience, my joy in this season of expectation.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One thing we will be doing is visiting this website each morning: &lt;a href="http://www.d365.org/followingthestar/"&gt;followingthestar&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will post each day what the kid's find in the advent calendar and how it all works out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-8446427857761367909?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/8446427857761367909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=8446427857761367909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/8446427857761367909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/8446427857761367909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/12/sacred-december.html' title='a sacred December'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vFNWgcW34UQ/TtfCcTPUpEI/AAAAAAAABv4/F9aWJQH8AdY/s72-c/DSC_0374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-750400781815598097</id><published>2011-11-29T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T09:22:36.473-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Great Expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EOxDehZeCdU/TtUTM9XmGyI/AAAAAAAABvg/y5HHuYaHCiU/s1600/DSC02493.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EOxDehZeCdU/TtUTM9XmGyI/AAAAAAAABvg/y5HHuYaHCiU/s320/DSC02493.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680467618350635810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;        &lt;p class="p1"&gt;The word of the day: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;expectation&lt;/span&gt;, noun.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;1. the act of expecting or state of being expected; anticipation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ex. the expectation of a good harvest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(SYN) hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;2. something expected or looked forward to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;expr. expectations, good reasons for expecting something; prospects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ex. He has expectations of money from a rich uncle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;Here I am, going along in my little world of growth and grace, and then SLAM-right into the great wall of expectations. All of my heart's freedom, strength, and anticipation turn on me and suddenly, I am the one people are looking to with expectations. This is my 13th year of playing Santa and being Christmas Morning Mama. I feel like the only way to get through it is to hold my breath, click on one more link that drains my credit card, and dream of January.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;But, I absolutely cannot stand any season of my life to go to waste. How can I access peace of mind while rushing through department stores with "Peace on earth. Good will to men" playing in the background? If there is any truth I know, it is that true love, joy, peace, patience, etc. have no power at all if they are delicately balanced on my circumstances. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;Giving and receiving gifts has become an obligation for me. Without all of the materialism and commercialism (and probably some more isms I don't even know about), finding a present that is a tiny representation of how I feel about someone is a precious opportunity. Opening my heart to receive what someone has thoughtfully chosen for me with graciousness is a lesson. To give and receive, not from a place of meeting expectations, but of sharing the smallest piece of God's goodness, is just about the most appealing thing I could be doing with my life right now.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;So, Christmas, I've got something to say to you: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;You will not steal my joy, you cannot have my peace. I will not even let you try my patience.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;For the rest of these December days, I will be open to discovering and sharing the real gifts I have been given, and my heart and my hands will be open to receiving them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p2"&gt;(I wrote this 4 years ago on My Messy Sanctuary, but it is my Christmas devotion every year.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-750400781815598097?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/750400781815598097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=750400781815598097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/750400781815598097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/750400781815598097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/11/great-expectations.html' title='Great Expectations'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EOxDehZeCdU/TtUTM9XmGyI/AAAAAAAABvg/y5HHuYaHCiU/s72-c/DSC02493.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-6365729895129309959</id><published>2011-08-08T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T18:35:45.908-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manic monday'/><title type='text'>Manic Monday: do you have time for a story?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PJfSbYcTSJk/TkBro_8QOpI/AAAAAAAABu0/5kH4Ph4dtQk/s1600/messy%2Broom.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PJfSbYcTSJk/TkBro_8QOpI/AAAAAAAABu0/5kH4Ph4dtQk/s320/messy%2Broom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638625085570955922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you have time for a story?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My amazing friend asked me this question when I dropped by her house for just a few minutes yesterday morning.  Of course, I did not really have the time.  I made the time.  Because Christina's stories are always worth the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her question made me think how many days I rush through, even the really fun fabulous days of summer, without paying attention to the story it is telling me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Other days, the story that needs to be told will not wait for me to finish writing my grocery list.  It won't even wait for me to get dressed for the day.  It demands to be told RIGHT NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my first Manic Monday in many many weeks.  Today was the day I was going to finally get to just a few things on my Manic list.  I was on my back porch, drinking my coffee, still in my jammies, relishing one of the last long mornings of the season, when my daughter ran out to tell me that she needed my help. Her hamster, Lily, was missing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please note the picture above.  See how there is a place for my daughter to play? An area of uncovered carpet. No. That space was not there this morning. Not a smidge of carpet in sight. Just a lot of dolls, stuffed animals, clothes, and tiny treasures for a cute chubby orange hamster to hide and crawl over and under for hours upon hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My son and I ran upstairs to help Avery. We locked ourselves in the bedroom, hoping to trap Lily in one space.  Being the mother of the year that I am, I started to solve this problem by blaming my daughter for her messy room and her desire to have a hamster in the first place.  Thankfully, I remembered my reading from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/More-Language-Letting-Meditations-Meditation/dp/1568385587"&gt;More Language of Letting Go&lt;/a&gt; yesterday. Melody Beattie said that when we have problems, we often spend our energy on blaming ourselves and others for those problems instead of using the energy we have to solve the problem.  (Thanks, Melody!) Because I was mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all decided to work together to solve this problem.  Which meant we had to clean up that room.  We stayed focused, got all those toys off the floor. Once in a while we spied Lily's adorable face and all three of us humans, on our hands and knees, chased her all around the room.  We cautiously moved furniture as not to crush that little beast.  We tried to create barricades. She was unstoppable. Uncatchable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After an hour and a half, we just had to leave the room.  Avery thought to put Lily's cage on the floor and put some food all around it. With a hope and a prayer, we closed the door and went to Sam's to get some groceries.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The entire day, I had to live with the fact that there was a hamster running free in my house and there was nothing I could do but wait...wait for it to go back to it's house, wait for it to run into bed with me, wait for it to be dead in the toilet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After HOURS of comforting a little girl who at 10 already suffers from all of the fear, pain and regret of a mom who failed her little one, I finally heard a glimmer of hope in Avery's voice as she called down to that she heard a noise in the back of her closet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We tiptoed into her room, slowly and carefully pulling everything out of there.  That little critter is so fast and squrimy.  We could not catch her...but look where she caught herself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bcH7d_Aj--s/TkCJlRRrseI/AAAAAAAABvE/1_EOlPFUhzQ/s1600/lily.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bcH7d_Aj--s/TkCJlRRrseI/AAAAAAAABvE/1_EOlPFUhzQ/s320/lily.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638658006853595618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inside the candy claw machine.  Seriously the best place anyone could be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She threw quite a fit while we got her back into her actually cage, which included peeing all over me.  She initially escaped because she has figured out how to use her little body to push up the side of the cage.  We have now duct taped her cage closed.  It is all so exhausting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really wanted to write a status update about our adventures with Lily today. But I didn't want to make my story as few words as possible.  Would I have liked this story to fit into 140 charters or less? Yes. Yes, I would.  But real stories aren't head lines.  They are filled with blame and frustration, thrills and fears.  They take hours and days and weeks and years to tell themselves.  I want to make time for the stories my life has to tell.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I want to hear your's too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-6365729895129309959?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/6365729895129309959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=6365729895129309959' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/6365729895129309959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/6365729895129309959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/08/manic-monday-do-you-have-time-for-story.html' title='Manic Monday: do you have time for a story?'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PJfSbYcTSJk/TkBro_8QOpI/AAAAAAAABu0/5kH4Ph4dtQk/s72-c/messy%2Broom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-5508829822408671807</id><published>2011-06-14T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T05:17:00.401-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manic monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='values'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playshops'/><title type='text'>Manic Monday: what do I really value?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A_6wMSH4mok/TfdLVjqPvMI/AAAAAAAABuM/IKFl5MDh7oE/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A_6wMSH4mok/TfdLVjqPvMI/AAAAAAAABuM/IKFl5MDh7oE/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618041893889752258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of the natural routines and norms of my life fly out my car window in the summer. There seems to be a party every night. A quick trip here and there. Repacking before even having a chance to unpack. Can't figure out when to buy groceries because they are going bad while we hop and skip around town meeting friends, swimming, staying out as late as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going to the gym?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Paying bills?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Planning meals?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That all seems SO last season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you remember that summer between 9th and 10th grade? When the boys turned into large, low voice creatures?  It was only 3 short months and they morphed into another human all together.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Growth spurts, hormonal shifts, late night conversations that change your life.  I think that is what summer is all about.  A break away from all routine that can provide us with new insight into ourselves, into our desires and, for me, a fresh perspective on the life I am living.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have created this life. Some of it intentionally and more than I care to admit, quite a bit of it I created passively.  Letting things creep into my life that are not me. And they have taken over.  I have beautiful shelves and storage spaces in my house full of things that don't matter to me. And yet there is no place left for those things I value. I find them in stacks and piles, underneath the recycling. (The recycling that never gets recycled.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tuesday, June 21st at 9:30, &lt;/span&gt;we will be hosting the &lt;a href="http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/02/playshop-schedule-for-2011.html"&gt;PLAYshop&lt;/a&gt; that is based on Chapter 4 in Unwritten Travels: Your Travel Guide. It could not come at a better time for me.  This summer, my values are shifting as I learn more who I really am. This season of life requires a different focus on some values that have been dormant for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Won't you join us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;To register for the PlayShops email us at UnwrittenTravels@gmail.com. include your name, email, mailing address, phone number, and the session number(s) you want to attend. Each session has a 5 person minimum and a 12 person maximum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Payment must be received in order to hold your place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.wix.com/jennyblaxx/unwritten-travels#!__play" style="color: rgb(128, 0, 64); text-decoration: none; "&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to send your payment for your PlayShop. Click on the PLAY tab and you will click on the note that says "Reserve your spot."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-5508829822408671807?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/5508829822408671807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=5508829822408671807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/5508829822408671807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/5508829822408671807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/06/manic-monday-what-do-i-really-value.html' title='Manic Monday: what do I really value?'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A_6wMSH4mok/TfdLVjqPvMI/AAAAAAAABuM/IKFl5MDh7oE/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-2769638385493675207</id><published>2011-05-10T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T08:07:53.800-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playshops'/><title type='text'>Summer PLAYshops</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Session Four – &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Why do you waffle and waver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Why aren’t you "fulfilled?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Why do you have conflicts with others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tuesday June 21, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9:30-12 AM &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cost: $55 (includes themed snack and supplies)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Location: The Mooreland House, Brentwood TN &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(directions will be sent with registration confirmation)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Life is full of tough choices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;When you become intentional about your values you can begin to live in harmony with who you are created to be. In this PlayShop you will identify the personal rules you live by and the rules you have for others.  You will take a look at your personal compass and see how it is directing your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Session Five – &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Where did you come from? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Where do you want to go from here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tuesday August 23rd, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9:30-12 AM &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cost: $55 (includes themed snack and supplies)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Location: The Mooreland House, Brentwood TN &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(directions will be sent with registration confirmation)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Your past does not have to define you, but it is where your story begins. If you try to get through life with out an appreciation for the entire experience of your background, you will stop your own growth and pass on the same story to the generations that come after you. In this PlayShop you will determine how your past has prepared you for your present and decide what legacy you want to leave. Today is someone’s yesterday. Examine your beginning to see how it impacts your now. Redeem it for your future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To register for the PlayShops email us at UnwrittenTravels@gmail.com. include your name, email, mailing address, phone number, and the session number(s) you want to attend. Each session has a 5 person minimum and a 12 person maximum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Payment must be received in order to hold your place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.wix.com/jennyblaxx/unwritten-travels#!__play"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to send your payment for your PlayShop. Click on the PLAY tab and you will click on the note that says "Reserve your spot."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We cannot wait to get started on all the fun with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-2769638385493675207?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/2769638385493675207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=2769638385493675207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/2769638385493675207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/2769638385493675207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/05/summer-playshops.html' title='Summer PLAYshops'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-8360837418259890580</id><published>2011-04-25T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T10:57:37.701-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul-searching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playshops'/><title type='text'>Soul-Searching PLAYshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-frgeOj0G0ZM/TbW1nRO1WEI/AAAAAAAABsA/jqPlG31vADA/s1600/photo-20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-frgeOj0G0ZM/TbW1nRO1WEI/AAAAAAAABsA/jqPlG31vADA/s320/photo-20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599581397950224450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;style&gt;@font-face {   font-family: "Times New Roman"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1&lt;/style&gt;Where is my purse? Where are my keys? Where is that water bottle I just had in my hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;have&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; to search for what is urgent.&lt;br /&gt;If we can’t find our keys, we can’t go to work; so we search. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;We even search when we don’t really know we are doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;We listen to a report on the news about an issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;We search our hearts and our minds instinctively to decide how we feel about that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;At Playshop session three, we searched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;We searched for ways that we could connect with our Spirits. We searched inside to begin to find out what we believe about spiritual things. It may not seem like an urgent thing. You can go about your day with out doing it. But whether we realize it or not, we are instinctively searching our souls throughout the day. Those decisions we make about the issues are tied to what we believe about God. The messages we are telling ourselves about ourselves are tied to what we believe about who we are created to be. Soul searching is urgent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Those of us who have begun the search can promise you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And speaking of promises, you may just remember some that you have forgotten, and you may just be surprised to see how some of the promises of your heart are beginning to come true as you live in the truth you come to know in the Spirit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;We also painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;We stopped our minds from racing with thoughts of our to-do lists even if only for a minute or two. We learned from each other. We left with new tools to use so that we can begin to listen to something other than the surface static that tends to fill our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;We had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Who says searching has to be boring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Remember going to slumber parties and having scavenger hunts. Playshop session three is like that. It’s like a slumber party for a few hours where you go on a scavenger hunt to find items that are inside you. Everybody wins, and everyone ends up with a prize.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-8360837418259890580?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/8360837418259890580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=8360837418259890580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/8360837418259890580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/8360837418259890580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/04/soul-searching-playshop.html' title='Soul-Searching PLAYshop'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-frgeOj0G0ZM/TbW1nRO1WEI/AAAAAAAABsA/jqPlG31vADA/s72-c/photo-20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-5799928265041719494</id><published>2011-04-15T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T08:01:41.532-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manic monday'/><title type='text'>Manic Monday: the mom list</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ze-E2cvY7DA/Tah6_URyJ9I/AAAAAAAABro/92FLZU5VYYg/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ze-E2cvY7DA/Tah6_URyJ9I/AAAAAAAABro/92FLZU5VYYg/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595857765201487826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is your brain as full as mine?  I know it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wake up with that list already running ahead of us. We have insane ideas of how much a human can actually accomplish in a day.  We have the things to do and the things we thought we were going to do, but they rarely factor in time and energy for realizing our car is out of gas, or someone suddenly needs to be dropped off on the other side of town, or we are out of an essential ingredient for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while I am navigating my days and the many many unplanned needs that come up throughout a day, I am wondering if you can imagine what my brain does with the small bits of information that come out of my little people's mouths all day every day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, I need index cards for Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, pizza day is Tuesday, I need money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, I don't have any socks that fit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, you promised Michaela would get to sleep over this year and the year is almost over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, when are you going to pay me for that job I did last week (or last month or last year)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really care about my kids.  I also know that these little things are really important.  So I listen and I nod my head and I say to them, "Okay. I'll get to that." But the problem is that there is NO ROOM left in my brain to actually retain that information.  I promise, it is not for a lack of caring, it is for a lack of brain space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, my refrigerator has some space on it.  A few months ago, we created the mom list.  At the top it says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTENTION: MOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the kids (who have all sorts of extra brain room) are responsible for writing these things down on that list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job is to check in with that list every week and get those things accomplished.  I can't tell you how helpful this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My kids don't have to repeat the request (again and again and again) in hopes that it finally makes it to my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Getting these things done is really not that hard, and usually it is only one or two errands that otherwise would have been several trips if I took requests one at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It makes my kids responsible for what they can manage (they have to get it to the list).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It makes me do a little check in every week with what they are needing.  Sometimes those needs are physical, but sometimes those needs reflect something else.  Like asking for a date with me or with their dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be wondering, but what about those things that don't come up until the night before?  These are some things I ask myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Is it a reasonable request and something I can run to the store or borrow from a neighbor RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Is this REALLY going to be the worst thing in the world for my child to not have index cards or buy something at the bake sale tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Is my child at an age where it is time to begin learning the simple lesson of, "If I forget something, Mom will not always be able to magically make it all happen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating a bologna sandwich rolled up on a hot dog bun while everyone else is eating pizza will not shatter my child's self-esteem.  And it won't shatter your child's either.  We all have limitations of time, money and energy.  Being a mom is not about making your child's life easy, but about helping your child learn the skills for managing life when everything doesn't go as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my kids are throwing these requests out to me while I am on the phone or navigating directions while driving, it is easy to miss what they are really trying to communicate.  There is a new security now offered to my kids.  Now they know that even though I can't get to it right this second, I will get to it eventually, or maybe they will find another solution in the meantime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a good lesson for them and for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-5799928265041719494?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/5799928265041719494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=5799928265041719494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/5799928265041719494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/5799928265041719494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/04/manic-monday-mom-list.html' title='Manic Monday: the mom list'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ze-E2cvY7DA/Tah6_URyJ9I/AAAAAAAABro/92FLZU5VYYg/s72-c/DSC_0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-1568433175214209855</id><published>2011-04-13T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T13:04:02.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manic Money: my secret relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GKRUGoIf3Ss/TaX358tv3rI/AAAAAAAABrA/xhr2sMwUk9U/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GKRUGoIf3Ss/TaX358tv3rI/AAAAAAAABrA/xhr2sMwUk9U/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595150687000321714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm a user.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run through my days, my errands, my meals and swipe my card at every stop.  "Would you like your receipt?" the clerk or machine always asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," I say&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes I admit to them my reason why,&lt;br /&gt;"Because if I don't keep the receipt it doesn't seem like I've really spent the money."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While we have an idea of a budget and we have most of our bills set up on auto pay from our account, for the most part, I have chosen to remain in denial about money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use it of course.  I spend it on all the things I need and want.  All the things that must be purchased to run this home, this family, this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Denial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Defense_mechanism" class="mw-redirect" title="Defense mechanism"&gt;defense mechanism&lt;/a&gt; postulated by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sigmund_Freud"&gt;Sigmund Freud&lt;/a&gt;,  in which a person is faced with a fact that is too uncomfortable to  accept and rejects it instead, insisting that it is not true despite  what may be overwhelming &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Evidence"&gt;evidence&lt;/a&gt;" (from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Denial"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first step in getting honest about my relationship with money has been a simple one.  I now ask for a receipt for everything I purchase.  I not only look at the total but I allow it to find access to my brain.  That's it.  Nothing major.  Just a nod of acknowledgement at this resource I depend on all of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went through all of my receipts.  Not for the purpose of balancing my checking account (I am not THAT serious yet!), but for getting a visual picture of not only how I spend my money, but how I spend my time and my energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MBM2YWJPNZ0/TaX9-jyUmRI/AAAAAAAABrI/VEI3uuI8EnA/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MBM2YWJPNZ0/TaX9-jyUmRI/AAAAAAAABrI/VEI3uuI8EnA/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595157363277732114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few of the uncomfortable facts that have kept me in denial about money:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Money is a limited commodity and sometimes there may not even be enough for my needs, much less my wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Meeting someones expectation especially when it comes to birthdays and holidays is often more important to me than paying that overdue medical bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My anxiety over not having enough space, time, understanding or MONEY finds a little relief in purchasing something that symbolizes comfort to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This secret relationship is a deep and complicated one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I hate money and love what it gives me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can money be important to me and at the same time not be controlled by it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I be a responsible "user" and not be stressed out all of the time about where it is going and that there never seems to be enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more questions that answers so far.  But I am hoping that if I start respecting money, it might show me some respect right back (by not flying out of my bank account).   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-1568433175214209855?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/1568433175214209855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=1568433175214209855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/1568433175214209855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/1568433175214209855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/04/manic-money-my-secret-relationship.html' title='Manic Money: my secret relationship'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GKRUGoIf3Ss/TaX358tv3rI/AAAAAAAABrA/xhr2sMwUk9U/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-3667506340779739507</id><published>2011-04-04T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T19:33:40.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manic monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harris teeter express lane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grocery shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meal planning'/><title type='text'>Manic Monday: grocery shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rwrU4DMld98/TZpz9vwHv8I/AAAAAAAABqQ/DC3t2AVGFbA/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rwrU4DMld98/TZpz9vwHv8I/AAAAAAAABqQ/DC3t2AVGFbA/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591909391961407426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One  of the very nicest things about life is the way we must regularly stop  whatever it is we are doing and devote our attention to eating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;~Luciano Pavarotti and William Wright, &lt;i&gt;Pavarotti, My Own Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I wish I felt a little more like Pavarotti when it came to food.  I wonder if he made the meal plans, did the grocery shopping, carried the food into the house, put all the groceries away. Then cooked, served and cleaned up all of these meals he enjoyed so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I LOVE eating. If it is really good food. But I don't often make really good food. So mostly when I do love eating it is because I was eating out. somewhere. else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a week gets started before I have made it to the grocery store, our family ends up eating out meal after meal after meal.  Which means we all enjoy the food, but our bank account does NOT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;Wow, it adds up fast! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today's Manic Monday Mission was to plan some delicious and healthy meals, buy the groceries and actually cook the food that I buy.  It sounds simple enough, doesn't it? So, why is it so hard?  Because meals get lost or preempted by everything else on my to-do.  And it is a big thing to get lost, because everyone (including myself) is always hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few sources that help me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.harristeeter.com/shopping/express_lane/express_lane.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harris Teeter Express Lane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know about drive-thru grocery shopping?  If you hate grocery shopping (like me) or you just don't have the time to go to the store (or you would rather spend the time you do have horse-back riding, reading, or napping), you can place your orders online and pick them up for a $5 fee.  This service has CHANGED my life. Go buy it. Go try it. Do it. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cook-Your-Meals-Lazy-Way/dp/0028626443/ref=cm_cr_pr_product_top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cook Your Meals the Lazy Way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this cook book in a clearance bin for $3.97 several years ago and it still remains one of my favorite recipe books.  In fact, tonight I made the Cauliflower Curry (with chicken instead of pork) and it was yum.  There are so many recipes I go back to in the book. They are always simple, tasty and the writers are quite funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick Pork Curry with Cauliflower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 medium onions&lt;br /&gt;3 T. oil&lt;br /&gt;4-6 cloves garlic (pressed)&lt;br /&gt;1lb. pork cubes&lt;br /&gt;1/4 c. curry paste&lt;br /&gt;1 head cauliflower&lt;br /&gt;3 c. water&lt;br /&gt;1 beef stock cube&lt;br /&gt;2T. tomato paste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. chop the onion&lt;br /&gt;2. heat oil in large saucepan over medium heat. add onions and garlic. cook until brown.&lt;br /&gt;3.  add pork and brown, stir in curry paste.&lt;br /&gt;4.  break the cauliflower directly into the pot. add water, stock cube and tomato paste. raise the heat and bring to boil.&lt;br /&gt;5.  cover loosely, lower heat and cook for 20 minutes. serve with white rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some other fun food books that I found at the library this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Relax-Its-Only-Dinner-Splendidly/dp/0684811669"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Relax, It's Only Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Cheryl Merser&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;She wrote this for people just like me, who get a little freaked out at cooking dinner every night and crazy freaked out at having company for dinner.  Ms. Merser is also very funny and cares only about making good food without much of a fuss. I got some really great ideas from this clever book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Art-Eating-Learned-Spending-Stove/dp/1592405258"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the art of eating in: how I learned to stop spending and love the store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Cathy Erway&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;This is a story of a woman who lived in New York and stopped eating out and began cooking food for herself and her friends for every meal (something unheard of in NY where there are some apartments that don't even have kitchens).  Although she includes some recipes, the most enjoyable part of the book for me was hearing how differently she had to think, plan and socialize in order to eat in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for this week, all is good in our refrigerator and pantry.  It really is one of the nicest things in life when there is food in the house and dinner on the stove. Even if I am the one who gets it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-3667506340779739507?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/3667506340779739507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=3667506340779739507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/3667506340779739507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/3667506340779739507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/04/manic-monday-grocery-shopping.html' title='Manic Monday: grocery shopping'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rwrU4DMld98/TZpz9vwHv8I/AAAAAAAABqQ/DC3t2AVGFbA/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-8170423792394224584</id><published>2011-03-28T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T07:11:41.857-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the joy diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manic monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='martha beck'/><title type='text'>Manic Monday: Are you a mouse or an eagle?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l9Mo8KkiKmU/TZDb-lsLrsI/AAAAAAAABqI/kuOV9TtmD40/s1600/DSC_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l9Mo8KkiKmU/TZDb-lsLrsI/AAAAAAAABqI/kuOV9TtmD40/s320/DSC_0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589209005882584770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In her happy happy book, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Joy-Diet-Daily-Practices-Happier/dp/0609609904"&gt;The Joy Diet&lt;/a&gt;, Martha Beck writes about the necessity of being able to alternate your perspectives between Eagle Eye and Mouse in a Maze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eagle Eye is when you are able to see the big picture, what you are really working for, what life is really about.  When you look at your day/week/month/year from the Eagle perspective, you have a mission for yourself, for your time.  Eagles love vision statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mouse in a Maze is being able to see the obstacles and details of this moment, this step, at this time, this thing that needs to get done.  Mice love to-do lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our personalities are usually bent in one direction or the other.  But, according to dear Martha, if we really want to live happy, joyful lives, we need to be flexible moving through our maze while also rising above it to see where we are really going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manic Mondays are essential for me because I have to have scheduled disciplined time to manage my to-do list.  It is my natural bent to ignore paperwork and instead work on mission statements, creative projects and help others set and reach their goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have awe-inspired appreciation for my friends who are good at getting things done. In fact, I could not do my life without their skills supporting me in my visionary life.  But, if checking it off your list is the way you mostly manage your life, you may need to schedule structured time into your week to stop and look at what significant purpose you are moving toward.  Where I have to teach myself to put down my books and my journals, other people may need to dedicate time and focus to picking up some books that inspire them, or commit to journal for even 20 minutes each week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be encouraged in your strengths! You are doing good things and getting good things done but don't let those strengths steal your joy.  I am thrilled to have found this fun Beck-inspired journal : click &lt;a href="http://marthabeck.com/flyers/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://marthabeck.com/flyers/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;for some simple fun ways to keep joy in your life regardless of if you choose to take your journey by foot or by flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your stronger skill set?&lt;br /&gt;Are you good at getting things done?&lt;br /&gt;Are you a pro at seeing the big picture?&lt;br /&gt;Who can you ask to help you with your weaker skill?&lt;br /&gt;How can you use your skills to help support someone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-8170423792394224584?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/8170423792394224584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=8170423792394224584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/8170423792394224584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/8170423792394224584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/03/manic-monday-are-you-mouse-or-eagle.html' title='Manic Monday: Are you a mouse or an eagle?'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l9Mo8KkiKmU/TZDb-lsLrsI/AAAAAAAABqI/kuOV9TtmD40/s72-c/DSC_0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-2594222295880173579</id><published>2011-03-14T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T12:20:14.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day light savings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manic monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time-management'/><title type='text'>Manic Monday: losing an hour...or more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ryx_oyp6Fvo/TX5hVq2IfsI/AAAAAAAABpw/lvrmsYRfAEs/s1600/manic%2Bmonday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ryx_oyp6Fvo/TX5hVq2IfsI/AAAAAAAABpw/lvrmsYRfAEs/s320/manic%2Bmonday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584007612892479170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I try to take one day at a time, but sometimes several days attack me&lt;br /&gt;at once." ~&lt;a href="http://www.ashleighbrilliant.com/"&gt;Ashleigh Brilliant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone seriously feeling the loss of that hour? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually feel at least an hour behind, so I sort of feel like everyone else joined my boat today.  Except some people don't seem phased by the LOSS OF AN HOUR at all.  As if they have so well-managed their lives that even a depletion of one of our precious 24 hours does not rock their world. I do not write this blog for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I received an email that changed my life.  It was only 3 short sentences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I only check e-mail once a week.&lt;br /&gt;If your email is a timely manner, please call or text me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT? WHAT?WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;(If you know that song, that line will be more fun for you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it amazing when you witness someone else living a life that you did not even know you were allowed to live?  Check my email once a week? For real? Could I continue being productive? Could I stay connected? Could I get everything done that I am "supposed" to be getting done with out checking my email, um, every 15 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all let me say, I love email.  I love the internet.  I love my iphone. I love blogs. I love facebook.  I am even beginning to love texting. (although, I still can't figure out the twitter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a teenager, I lived in a isolated environment.  When I was a stay-at-home mom with my babies, I was very isolated.  I don't do isolation. I am the kind of person who begins to wither away when I lose touch with the big wonderful world out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love people and I love the opportunities that technology offers me to stay connected with my friends and family even though we have crazy busy lives and we live scattered all over the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in case you didn't get the message, that is a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; BUT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;staying&lt;/span&gt; connecting is exhausting.  Staying means you never get a break.  Staying means you walked into the world of being connected and you took off your coat and shoes and you decided to stay.  In fact, you decided to change into your comfy clothes and snuggly slippers and you really stayed.  connected.  all of the freaking time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every text, every email, every phone message, even the messages between other friends that have nothing to do with me bling through on my phone.  And if they are not blinging at me, I am checking to see if I missed anything while I was going to the bathroom or blow drying my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would worry that you might think me neurotic (me? neurotic?) except that I know I am not alone.  This is, in fact, the world we live in.  And I thought everyone lived in this world until I received that profoundly simple email this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on a Manic Monday Mission to explore how I could use my beloved technology for all of the ways it enhances, improves, and simplifies my life without letting it steal more hours from me than day light savings time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-2594222295880173579?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/2594222295880173579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=2594222295880173579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/2594222295880173579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/2594222295880173579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/03/manic-monday-losing-houror-more.html' title='Manic Monday: losing an hour...or more'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ryx_oyp6Fvo/TX5hVq2IfsI/AAAAAAAABpw/lvrmsYRfAEs/s72-c/manic%2Bmonday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-159791818856857136</id><published>2011-03-07T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T11:04:49.021-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manic monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='details'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five Minutes on Mondays'/><title type='text'>Manic Monday: all the time I need</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JpLmOGpu3HM/TXUj9xTQi6I/AAAAAAAABpg/sqpCcpmsb6I/s1600/monday%2Bpile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JpLmOGpu3HM/TXUj9xTQi6I/AAAAAAAABpg/sqpCcpmsb6I/s320/monday%2Bpile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581406857308703650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"We never shall have any more time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We have, and we have always had, all the time there is."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Arnold Bennett, How to Live on 24 hours a day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;(found in Slow Down and Get More Done by Marshall Cook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was awake before the kids this morning.  For some reason I thought it would be the perfect morning to create a flyer for my business.  Only to realize I needed some serious graphic design skills that I do not have.  Then I thought I should update some information on my web site.  And I sort of deleted my website.  But then I found it.  Right at the time that I was supposed to be headed out the door to officially start Manic Monday doings. I had forgotten to eat, was still in my pajamas,  and I had not even started to prep and plan the day for my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the mess I am!  I quickly got dressed and gulped down a protein drink. I must have ran up and down my steps 8 times remembering, forgetting and then remembering again all the things I needed to have on hand to actually get my to-do list done today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did it get to be 12:41 pm already?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here I am.  Thankful beyond belief for a space in my schedule, not only to get things done, but time to figure out what it is that I really need to get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the tips I am learning on how to focus and accomplish things in my crazy life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  when I think of projects, ideas, etc. write them down on a list, don't dive right into the project&lt;br /&gt;2. look at my calendar and find spaces of time to dedicate to those particular projects&lt;br /&gt;3.  write down people's names next to those projects in which I may need their expertise&lt;br /&gt;4.  do some research and know exactly what I want before I purchase products and services&lt;br /&gt;5.  realize that there are only so many hours a day (even on Manic Monday).  I can choose to use this time to work on a project OR catch up on several little things on my to-do list.  I cannot do both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a little to-do list kind of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  send of an important payment&lt;br /&gt;2.  make some bank deposits&lt;br /&gt;3. calculate mileage for 2010&lt;br /&gt;4.  schedule a time and list resources for creating flyer&lt;br /&gt;5.  follow up on several emails regarding new office space&lt;br /&gt;6. read today's chapter in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Five-Minutes-Mondays-Unexpected-Fulfillment/dp/0137007787"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Five Minutes on Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am kind of "wishing it was Sunday because that is my fun day," I am also learning that (in Hebrew) the word for work is also the word for prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Both {prayer and work} are seen as instruments of personal and social change which, when operated in harmony, reinforce each other.  Just as we pray for the blessing of spiritual sustenance, we work for the blessing of physical sustenance."&lt;br /&gt;(from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Five-Minutes-Mondays-Unexpected-Fulfillment/dp/0137007787"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Five Minutes on Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; by Alan Lurie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you are spending your Manic Monday working on a big project or  attending to important details, I pray that your work brings harmony and sustenance to all areas of your life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-159791818856857136?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/159791818856857136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=159791818856857136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/159791818856857136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/159791818856857136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/03/manic-monday-all-time-i-need.html' title='Manic Monday: all the time I need'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JpLmOGpu3HM/TXUj9xTQi6I/AAAAAAAABpg/sqpCcpmsb6I/s72-c/monday%2Bpile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-6633766997251973327</id><published>2011-02-21T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T07:26:40.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manic Monday: write my story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cj2uhLB0efg/TWJ8OzdbSSI/AAAAAAAABpI/IB3mFW2jwlo/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cj2uhLB0efg/TWJ8OzdbSSI/AAAAAAAABpI/IB3mFW2jwlo/s400/DSC_0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576155882411739426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Don't try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure  out what you have to say. It's the one and only thing you have to offer."  &lt;b&gt;~ &lt;a href="http://www.kingsolver.com/biography/"&gt;Barbara Kingsolver&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over Christmas break my kids got into a discussion on the best memories of their childhood. It was a very sweet time to listen to the little things that meant the most to them, but it was also amusing to me to think that my 9 and 11 year old were reflecting on their childhood as if it is over.  When does our life become our story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unwritten Travels was created (and titled accordingly) to provide a context for writing the story of your life.  We are so busy living and doing and becoming that sometimes we don't realize our life has been weaving a story behind us.  The other Jenny and I love calling out those stories in women.  We can't wait to hear your story and we can't wait for that "aha" moment when you realize the story your life has been telling you, telling the world.  It is a beautiful moment.  It is why we do what we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, imagine my surprise when the other Jenny asked me to tell my story to a group of women next week.  I immediately starting trying to figure out what do other people would want to hear from me.  I am thankful to come across Ms. Kingsolver's quote this morning.  She is challenging me to tell my story because it truly is all I have to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; ~write my story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is some inspiration from &lt;a href="http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2009/07/discussion-questions-chapter-five.html"&gt;Chapter Five: A Walk Down Memory Lane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just in case you are feeling brave enough to write your story today.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-6633766997251973327?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/6633766997251973327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=6633766997251973327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/6633766997251973327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/6633766997251973327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/02/manic-monday-write-my-story.html' title='Manic Monday: write my story'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cj2uhLB0efg/TWJ8OzdbSSI/AAAAAAAABpI/IB3mFW2jwlo/s72-c/DSC_0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-4247629130471951216</id><published>2011-02-14T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T06:52:06.860-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manic monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Manic Monday: what I can Love about today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8I1fp9p87gQ/TVmbiN22veI/AAAAAAAABoo/mL1DZ1yzY1k/s1600/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8I1fp9p87gQ/TVmbiN22veI/AAAAAAAABoo/mL1DZ1yzY1k/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573657025985297890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities."&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/J%C3%A1nos_Arany"&gt;Janos Arany&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's is my favorite day of the year and not one I would normally spend "getting things done" but, it is Monday so I decided just because I don't LOVE what I have to do today, I can LOVE where I am and what I drink while I cross off those pesky things on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things Manic today are getting done at Starbuck's with a cup of Verona in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get information about a new insurance (almost as lovely as taxes)&lt;br /&gt;send out a reminder note about our upcoming &lt;a href="http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/02/playshop-schedule-for-2011.html"&gt;PLAYSHOP!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Our first PlayShop of the year is only ONE week away!)&lt;br /&gt;review my schedule for the week&lt;br /&gt;confirm appointments&lt;br /&gt;reschedule dentist and carpet cleaner (because I had overbooked my week)&lt;br /&gt;prioritize Manic Monday Missions for the rest of February&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer is now running on reserve battery power.&lt;br /&gt;Next week I will add &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bring all power cords&lt;/span&gt; to my list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love to You and Yours Today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-4247629130471951216?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/4247629130471951216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=4247629130471951216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/4247629130471951216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/4247629130471951216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/02/manic-monday-what-i-can-love-about.html' title='Manic Monday: what I can Love about today'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8I1fp9p87gQ/TVmbiN22veI/AAAAAAAABoo/mL1DZ1yzY1k/s72-c/DSC_0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-7408423672260082265</id><published>2011-02-07T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T06:49:05.145-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manic monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taxes'/><title type='text'>Manic Monday: balancing budgets and taxes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TVAAd3mfyPI/AAAAAAAABoY/aTEnvFdY50U/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TVAAd3mfyPI/AAAAAAAABoY/aTEnvFdY50U/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570953252198926578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Do the hard jobs first.  The easy jobs will take care of themselves. &lt;br /&gt;Do the thing you fear to do and keep on doing it. &lt;br /&gt;That is the quickest and surest way ever yet discovered to conquer fear."&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dale_Carnegie"&gt;Dale Carnegie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hardly type the word budget with out gulping.  Numbers scare me.  I don't really know how to make sense of them. Unfortunately, they are woven into every area of my life.  I must make sense of them.  Without my numbers in order how do I know if I have met my goals for last year? How can I know if it is even possible for me to accomplish what I have set out for myself this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Manic Monday Mission is to get all of my income and expenses organized and ready for April.  This is also the day I review my budget for this year and create a regular "check in" for balancing all of my accounts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the questions I asked myself last week was "Who can I contact to help me?" The things I fear doing the most are the things I am not good at. Rather than put them off until the night before (paying extra fees, of course), I will seek out support and wisdom from professionals who can help me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a wonderful tax man.  And I have (gulp) scheduled an appointment with him. But, I also need help getting ready for the tax man.  So, I have called my wonderful friend who is very good with numbers and very patient with me.  She is coming over this week to hold my hand as we wade through the piles of paper that I fear the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do Today:&lt;br /&gt;1.  get all papers in order to review and analyze on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;2. thank God for friends who are good at things that I am not!&lt;br /&gt;3. be done with the thing I fear the most this first week of February&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-7408423672260082265?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/7408423672260082265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=7408423672260082265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/7408423672260082265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/7408423672260082265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/02/manic-monday-balancing-budgets-and.html' title='Manic Monday: balancing budgets and taxes'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TVAAd3mfyPI/AAAAAAAABoY/aTEnvFdY50U/s72-c/DSC_0033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-3615342050833752310</id><published>2011-02-05T14:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T14:38:30.389-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playshop leadership training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playshops'/><title type='text'>PlayShop Schedule for 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TU3Nyuil1iI/AAAAAAAABoI/T_eLHSb2NMM/s1600/confetti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TU3Nyuil1iI/AAAAAAAABoI/T_eLHSb2NMM/s320/confetti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570334585497441826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;style&gt;@font-face {   font-family: "Times New Roman"; }@font-face {   font-family: "georgia"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }a:link, span.MsoHyperlink { color: blue; text-decoration: underline; }a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed { color: purple; text-decoration: underline; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Who Needs a PlayShop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Women who want to give of themselves without losing who they were created to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 153, 51);"&gt;Women who want to connect with other women in a way that is meaningful, life-giving and fun.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Women who answer, "I don't know,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;when asked, "What do you want? What do you need? What do you love?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Don't let the word PLAY fool you!  You won't believe how much you will learn about yourself while having a very good time.  You might even practice some Laugh Therapy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;This year we are offering several PlayShops through the year in the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Nashville/Brentwood/Franklin areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Read through the descriptions below and find the sessions that speak to your challenges, your personality and your longings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;PlayShops are led by Jenny Black, MMFT and Jenny Watson, Life Coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Session One: Who Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Tuesday, February 22nd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Choose from the 9-12 AM session or the 6-9 PM session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;a&gt;Cost: $55 &lt;/a&gt;(includes themed snack and supplies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Location: Brentwood (directions will be sent at registration)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 153, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;You know about your physical DNA, now discover the DNA of your desires, your heart, and your soul.  Find out what you love and what makes you smile. Get the answer to the questions you’ve asked yourself for years. “So that’s why I do that!” "So that’s why I feel that way!” "So that’s why that bugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 153, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;me so much!” This PlayShop will give you a place to connect with yourself so that you are able to be your true Self in your relationships, your work and your community.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 153, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Session Two – When can you fit it all in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Tuesday, March 15th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Choose from the 9-12 AM session or the 6-9 PM session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;a&gt;Cost: $55&lt;/a&gt; (includes themed snack and supplies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Location: Brentwood (directions will be sent at registration)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 153, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Is your life so full that it is spilling all over the place?  Discover how to show up in your own life. We will take a look at the 24/7 that you’ve been given. Learn to schedule what you love into your day. Who are the people that you want to make time for? Learn the difference between “Time Management” and “Choice Management.” In this PlayShop you will become aware of just how extraordinary even the ordinary can be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Session Three – What do you believe? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Tuesday, April 12th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Choose from the 9-12 AM session or the 6-9 PM session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;a&gt;Cost: $55&lt;/a&gt; (includes themed snack and supplies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Location: Brentwood (directions will be sent at registration)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 153, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;What do your beliefs actually mean to your life? The quiet places of your soul are easy to rush past in the busy-ness of life.  Find out how and why to create sacred space so that your soul can thrive.  In this PlayShop you will investigate what you really believe about the creator of your soul and identify the promises that are written on your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Session Four – Why do you waffle and waver? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Why aren’t you "fulfilled?" Why do you have conflicts with others?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;June (exact date TBA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Choose from the 9-12 AM session or the 6-9 PM session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;a&gt;Cost: $55&lt;/a&gt; (includes themed snack and supplies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Location: TBA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 153, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Life is full of tough choices.  When you become intentional about your vaules, you can begin to live in harmony with who you are created to be. In this PlayShop you will identify the personal rules you live by and the rules you have for others.  You will take a look at your personal compass and see how it is directing your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Session Five – Where did you come from? Where do you want to go from here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;            August (exact date TBA) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Choose either the 9-12 AM session or the 6-9 PM session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;a&gt;Cost: $55 &lt;/a&gt;(includes themed snack and supplies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Location: TBA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 153, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Your past does not have to define you, but it is where your story begins. If you try to get through life with out an appreciation for the entire experience of your background, you will stop your own growth and pass on the same story to the generations that come after you. In this PlayShop you will determine how your past has prepared you for your present and decide what legacy you want to leave. Today is someone’s yesterday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Examine your beginning to see how it impacts your now. Redeem it for your future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Session Six* – How can you connect what you now know about yourself with the demands of real life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;September (exact date TBA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Choose either the 9-12 AM session or the 6-9 PM session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;a&gt;Cost: $55&lt;/a&gt; (includes themed snack and supplies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Location: TBA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;*prerequisite for this class: must have already attended a PlayShop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 153, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 153, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;You know what you want. You know what you need, but you can't figure out how to fit YOU in between meetings and laundry.  In this PlayShop you will develop a vision for your life and learn how to get the support you need in order to make your vision a reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Session Seven: PlayShop Leadership Training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;October (exact date TBA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;9am-3pm (there will be an afternoon lunch break)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;a&gt;Cost: $325&lt;/a&gt; (includes snacks, supplies and complete curriculum)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Location: TBA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;*prerequisite for this class: must have already attended a PlayShop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 153, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 153, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;You think you would be great at leading a PlayShop. In this PlayShop Leadership Training, you will get all the information and the curriculum that you need to start leading PlayShops (and share the fun!) in your community.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;To Register:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;send an email to Unwrittentravels@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;include your name, address, phone number and which sessions you are attending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;visit &lt;a href="http://www.wix.com/jennyblaxx/unwritten-travels"&gt;UnwrittenTravels.com&lt;/a&gt; (click on PLAY to find the links) and make your payment online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your place in our PlayShops will be reserved once payment has been received. (Limit 12 persons per session).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you will then receive confirmation of your PlayShop Session with all necessary information for your particular session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-3615342050833752310?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/3615342050833752310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=3615342050833752310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/3615342050833752310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/3615342050833752310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/02/playshop-schedule-for-2011.html' title='PlayShop Schedule for 2011'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TU3Nyuil1iI/AAAAAAAABoI/T_eLHSb2NMM/s72-c/confetti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-6613028213643538472</id><published>2011-01-31T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T07:37:00.143-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manic monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planning'/><title type='text'>Manic Monday: do the right thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TUbMGwdn4PI/AAAAAAAABn0/PDHqpYfsN88/s1600/DSC_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TUbMGwdn4PI/AAAAAAAABn0/PDHqpYfsN88/s400/DSC_0112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568362405750628594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“If  you really want to advise me, do it on Saturday afternoon between 1 and  4 o'clock. And you've got 25 seconds to do it, between plays. Not on  Monday. I know the right thing to do on Monday.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alex_Agase"&gt; ~Alex Agase&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I find myself a bit jealous of Mr. Agase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows the right thing to do on Monday? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is not pulled in eighteen different directions knowing that they all NEED to be done and something that SHOULD have been DONE will be left UNDONE at the end of this day? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These January Mondays have been flying up in my face faster than I can check my list to see what is most essential for me to do.  I don't even feel like I have had the mental space to make a to-do list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night as I was on my way to bed,&lt;br /&gt;I walked past the pathetic potted plant in my library&lt;br /&gt; (oh, that's right I have the stuff to re-pot it, must put that on my list),&lt;br /&gt;went to give my kids one last kiss good-night&lt;br /&gt;(oh, I must remember to rent that steam cleaner and clean that nasty stain),&lt;br /&gt; and then I saw the box of hair color on my bedroom floor&lt;br /&gt;(when am I going to get around to coloring my hair?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See,"&lt;br /&gt;I said to myself,&lt;br /&gt;"These are the kinds of things you need to write on your &lt;a href="http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2010/11/manic-monday.html"&gt;Manic Monday&lt;/a&gt; list." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went into my office and looked under piles for my big blue sketch book that holds my brain.  I turned to the Manic Monday Page and oh dear...we need to get a &lt;a href="https://app.e2ma.net/app/view:Join/signupId:1412527/mailingId:208403726/acctId:1405770"&gt;Jen(s)&amp;amp;Tonic&lt;/a&gt; sent out, and I must renew my professional membership, and there are those library books that are overdue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am going to believe that planning is better than doing.  I need to get my list in order. I need to see how I can create space in my life to get these things done (both the urgent and the important). Maybe I will get to one of these to-do things today, but I am confident that the best use of my time will be to set out a plan for February. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will make every &lt;a href="http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2010/11/manic-monday.html"&gt;Manic Monday&lt;/a&gt; have a theme?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Monday: budget, finances and giving&lt;br /&gt;2nd Monday: business and professional life&lt;br /&gt;3rd Monday: home and family&lt;br /&gt;4th Monday: personal development&lt;br /&gt;(the occasional) 5th Monday: anything that doesn't fit into one of these categories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What really needs to be done?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What can I delegate?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who can I contact to help me?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;How can I create a calendar/schedule that supports my goals and vision &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;(instead of making me crazy rushed and busy)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-6613028213643538472?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/6613028213643538472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=6613028213643538472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/6613028213643538472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/6613028213643538472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/01/manic-monday-do-right-thing.html' title='Manic Monday: do the right thing'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TUbMGwdn4PI/AAAAAAAABn0/PDHqpYfsN88/s72-c/DSC_0112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-2807369826379612975</id><published>2011-01-24T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T14:25:10.154-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manic monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naps'/><title type='text'>Manic Monday: make my bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TT32o0a1UuI/AAAAAAAABnk/PMXjNbTjhOA/s1600/DSC_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TT32o0a1UuI/AAAAAAAABnk/PMXjNbTjhOA/s400/DSC_0108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565875895626191586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"When the solution is simple, God is answering."&lt;br /&gt;~Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever eaten scrambled eggs and brain?  I think I have. Or maybe the image was so vivid, that I imagined myself seeing it, eating it, gagging...what a lovely image I have painted for you.  I hope you are still reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had one severe case of scrambled brain since the beginning of December.  Today's Manic Monday task had to be something simple.  Something that would make me feel accomplished with minimal work.  Something that set the tone for my day.  It had to be something that made me feel pampered and refreshed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha!&lt;br /&gt;Make my bed.&lt;br /&gt;Do you make your bed every day? &lt;br /&gt;I suppose if I did it would not feel like such an accomplishment. &lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it does feel this wonderful every single time and that is why one would make her bed daily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is still a scrambled mess, but my tidy bed invites me to take the next simple step toward clarity: an afternoon nap. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(No, I don't care that it will mess up my throw pillows.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do today:&lt;br /&gt;~make my bed&lt;br /&gt;~take an afternoon nap in my fresh clean sheets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-2807369826379612975?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/2807369826379612975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=2807369826379612975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/2807369826379612975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/2807369826379612975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/01/manic-monday-make-my-bed.html' title='Manic Monday: make my bed'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TT32o0a1UuI/AAAAAAAABnk/PMXjNbTjhOA/s72-c/DSC_0108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-664523901630295146</id><published>2011-01-17T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T17:38:49.403-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manic monday'/><title type='text'>Manic Monday: support a cause</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.snowleopard.org/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TTTrCi0XDkI/AAAAAAAABmc/Fis4BBEpTOQ/s320/sl-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563329868648091202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are many embarrassing  on my to-do list.  Not that the actual things on the list are embarrassing (okay, a few are, but I don't want to gross you out.) It is the amount of time that they have been on my list that qualifies me for some kind of impressive procrastination award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard of &lt;a href="http://www.snowleopard.org/"&gt;Snow Leopard Trust&lt;/a&gt;?  If you have then you are way ahead of me.  One day, ummm 3 or 4 years ago, my daughter was determined to save the snow leopards.  She saved her own money, found loose change around the house and car, and she shared her concern with friends and family who also donated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the kind of thing a mom like me dreams her child will do some day.  I was amazed and proud and also extremely busy.  I did manage to keep all that change in a special place (pat back) and then I actually deposited it in my bank (pat back again) so I could make the donation online. &lt;br /&gt;And then I completely forgot about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionaly, my daughter would say,&lt;br /&gt;"Did you ever give that money to the snow leopards?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would say,&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah, I will try to remember to do that this week."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To do Today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~place online donation to the &lt;a href="http://www.snowleopard.org/"&gt;Snow Leopard Trust&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks, if it were not for &lt;a href="http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2010/11/manic-monday.html"&gt;Manic Monday&lt;/a&gt; those poor little snow leopards  would never see the money my sweet daughter saved up for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of Manic Monday, it is done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-664523901630295146?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/664523901630295146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=664523901630295146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/664523901630295146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/664523901630295146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/01/manic-monday-support-cause.html' title='Manic Monday: support a cause'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TTTrCi0XDkI/AAAAAAAABmc/Fis4BBEpTOQ/s72-c/sl-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-1314501152906828604</id><published>2011-01-10T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T10:51:38.970-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manic monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow days'/><title type='text'>Manic Monday: rethinking normal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TStSqcTFuLI/AAAAAAAABkk/t8Rir2C8Amw/s1600/DSC_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TStSqcTFuLI/AAAAAAAABkk/t8Rir2C8Amw/s320/DSC_0049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560629054023252146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;normal |ˈnôrməl|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;adjective&lt;br /&gt;conforming to a standard; usual, typical, or expected &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NORMAL &lt;/span&gt;weeks actually happen in my life.  You know, days without sick kids, snow, holidays, dentist appointments, traveling, trainings...&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, this is normal, isn't it?  What is usual, typical and expected around here is  the unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Do Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  get kids report cards turned in&lt;br /&gt;2. organize schedule (and brainstorm plan B) for this week&lt;br /&gt;3. help daughter with journals that are due (if she does in fact have school tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;4. get kids organized for (fingers crossed) school tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;5. figure out how I am going to be okay if (gulp) my kids don't go to school tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you deal with life when it doesn't go your way? &lt;br /&gt;Does routine bring out your best?&lt;br /&gt;Or are you the queen of spontaneity? &lt;br /&gt;Are you able to adapt when plans keep changing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any tips or hints for surviving cabin fever would be appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-1314501152906828604?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/1314501152906828604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=1314501152906828604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/1314501152906828604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/1314501152906828604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/01/manic-monday-rethinking-normal.html' title='Manic Monday: rethinking normal'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TStSqcTFuLI/AAAAAAAABkk/t8Rir2C8Amw/s72-c/DSC_0049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-2718075964775970768</id><published>2011-01-03T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T09:43:26.236-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manic monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year&apos;s resolution'/><title type='text'>Manic Monday: Etch A Sketching</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TSIFK4C2JfI/AAAAAAAABkA/iEsJqnozhJY/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TSIFK4C2JfI/AAAAAAAABkA/iEsJqnozhJY/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558010574529766898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"In the late 1950's, a man by the name of Arthur Granjean invented something he called, "L'Ecran Magique," the magic screen, in his garage." ~from &lt;a href="http://www.ideafinder.com/history/inventions/etchsketch.htm"&gt;Etch A Sketch History&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TSIFK4C2JfI/AAAAAAAABkA/iEsJqnozhJY/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, how I love January. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is that wonderful time of year where I feel like my life gets shaken clean.  I have 12 months to create something that did not exist last year at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this first Manic Monday of the new year has a broader purpose than simply getting things done.  (Especially since I am on vacation :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Monday of all Mondays.  The Monday that impacts how the rest of my Mondays the rest of this year.  Today I will be working on my goals for 2011. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a moving ahead kind of person, so although goals are easy and fun for me, it takes me some discipline to look back on 2010 and take notice and pride in what was accomplished last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To-do Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  list accomplishments, both big and small from last year&lt;br /&gt;2. ideas for how to make the good things from last year GREAT&lt;br /&gt;3.  list 25 goals for 2011&lt;br /&gt;4. choose 1 goal to focus on in January&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing more fun to me than setting my goals for the new year is to hear about your dreams and goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most proud of accomplishing this year?&lt;br /&gt;What is one thing you would like to see happen in 2011?&lt;br /&gt;What kind of support would help you to accomplish these things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see&lt;a href="http://www21.flickr.com/photos/etcha/"&gt; the sketches&lt;/a&gt; we all create.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-2718075964775970768?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/2718075964775970768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=2718075964775970768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/2718075964775970768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/2718075964775970768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2011/01/manic-monday-etch-sketching.html' title='Manic Monday: Etch A Sketching'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TSIFK4C2JfI/AAAAAAAABkA/iEsJqnozhJY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-6345440443780942690</id><published>2010-12-27T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T09:02:12.825-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manic monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Manic Monday: all is calm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TRjBtDMCo0I/AAAAAAAABjw/I2ntpCnlN2s/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TRjBtDMCo0I/AAAAAAAABjw/I2ntpCnlN2s/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555403120055591746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Music is the silence between the notes."&lt;br /&gt;~Claude Debussy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world has never had so much volume than in these past few days.  Christmas was full of laughter, music, food, and so many people I love dearly.  Yet I wake up this morning to complete silence.  My son is sick. My daughter is with her grandma and my husband is away at his grandma's funeral.  This is one of those times when the music of my life is made sacred by the silence.  When I realize how very rich I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we are having a big family party to celebrate my brother and his beautiful new wife.  In just a few hours, it will be so manic around here. But in this quiet moment, I know that my life is not made up of a million things to check off of my to-do list.  It is made up of a million people who love me and who I love.  We cook together, clean together, play games together, we sing together.  We celebrate life together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do today:&lt;br /&gt;~remember Granny&lt;br /&gt;~dispense medicine to my sick boy&lt;br /&gt;~vacuum floors&lt;br /&gt;~process credit card information&lt;br /&gt;~love well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer for you today is that you know you how much you are loved.  That you realize your to-do list is not what defines you.  I hope that you (and I!) can look up from our lists to see all the love that surrounds us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-6345440443780942690?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/6345440443780942690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=6345440443780942690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/6345440443780942690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/6345440443780942690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2010/12/manic-monday-all-is-calm.html' title='Manic Monday: all is calm'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TRjBtDMCo0I/AAAAAAAABjw/I2ntpCnlN2s/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-5157287855760511902</id><published>2010-12-13T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T10:59:45.573-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manic monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neighbors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='still in my pajamas'/><title type='text'>Manic Monday: impossible things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TQY52_KdHEI/AAAAAAAABjE/VNUgjrLGxa8/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TQY52_KdHEI/AAAAAAAABjE/VNUgjrLGxa8/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550187207611718722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."&lt;br /&gt;~Lewis Carroll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 10 days of travel and conferences, today was the day things were supposed to get back to normal. And if you are in Nashville, you know that this Manic Monday is anything but ordinary.  There are 4 inches of snow on the ground. All the kids are out of school and this kind of adventure, layered on top of the anticipation of Christmas, has both of my children functioning at 10x their normal intensity.  Squeals are louder, crying is longer, fights are more fierce, needs are more needy.  It feels a bit more like panic Monday to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where on most Mondays, my to-do list feels daunting, today, it feels like a lovely, calm place to escape the chaos right outside my office door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow days, like sick days and vacation days and special holidays require me to downshift letting go of my plan and opening myself up to a different day then I had anticipated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this Manic Monday, the impossible dream (that I had even before breakfast) was that I would get back on top of my life today. Friends, that is not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My agenda got hijacked. And it is time for me to surrender.  Before I could even get those words typed out, my son had just finished a pot of homemade hot chocolate and all the neighbors that were sledding outside were ready to thaw out. A new plan quickly developed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manic Monday To Do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  make 2 more batches of hot chocolate&lt;br /&gt;2. get the fire place warmed up&lt;br /&gt;3. remove 10 pairs of boots&lt;br /&gt;4. put all wet clothes in dryer&lt;br /&gt;5. set out legos and crayons/coloring books&lt;br /&gt;6. sit back with my dear neighbor and watch 10 happy kids enjoy this snow day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the neighbors just left to go have lunch in their own respective houses. My daughter said this was the best day of her life.  My son said, "Thank you for doing all that, Mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, I am still in my pajamas. Still working on that first cup of  coffee.  I wasn't ready for this day, but this day was more than ready  for me.  Although this office is a lot more peaceful, I am glad I got pulled out into the chaos.  Because that is where my real life is...&lt;br /&gt;impossible as it sometimes seems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-5157287855760511902?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/5157287855760511902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=5157287855760511902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/5157287855760511902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/5157287855760511902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2010/12/manic-monday-impossible-things.html' title='Manic Monday: impossible things'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TQY52_KdHEI/AAAAAAAABjE/VNUgjrLGxa8/s72-c/DSC_0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-1854027374075536082</id><published>2010-11-29T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T08:51:21.570-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manic monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting things done'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to-do list'/><title type='text'>Manic Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TPPMoLJTKlI/AAAAAAAABi8/bHc9JmM1NdY/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TPPMoLJTKlI/AAAAAAAABi8/bHc9JmM1NdY/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545000556781840978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Manic Monday: a little manic on Monday. free to be Me the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I am a little manic on Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For years, I thought if I was only smarter, more systematic, that if I created enough structure and organization in my life, I could...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;keep my house clean&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get all my kid's school projects, forms, applications, etc. in on time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pay my bills regularly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;keep my house filled with groceries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have a meal/menu plan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;save money with coupons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stick with an exercise routine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;register my car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;call the insurance company&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;live on a budget&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;then I would be free to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;play with my kids&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sit and have coffee or a glass of wine with my husband &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;write a book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get a Master's degree&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;start my own business&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pick up a hobby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;run a playshop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;meet up with friends for lunch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;host a holiday dinner party&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Being a Real Grown-up in Real Life has way too many details for me.  Not only are those "have to's" necessary but they are also extraordinarily boring to me.  I would wake up every day with this long list of things I hated doing and the list never ended.  So, I never was free to move onto the list of dreams. And that =depression for this Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I decided to start dreaming. In spite of the dozens of books I have on Organizing my Real Life, I had to acknowledge who I really am and THAT woman is not me.  I moved on to the part of my life that was LIFE to me.  So I went back to school, I met with &lt;a href="http://bloominginautumn.blogspot.com/"&gt;the other Jenny&lt;/a&gt; to work on &lt;a href="http://www.wix.com/jennyblaxx/unwritten-travels"&gt;Unwritten Travels&lt;/a&gt;, I started writing a blog.  In the mean time, I discovered &lt;a href="http://www.zumba.com/us/"&gt;an exercise&lt;/a&gt; that is now one of my favorite things about my life, I tossed a load of laundry in here or there (helped that this was the year my kids and hubby were old enough to wash their own clothes) , the dishes kept getting clean and my children somehow got fed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you, it is fun to be me.  So fun, in fact, I lost all sense of structure in my life.  I continued to miss due dates on bills, drove around with expired tags for a couple of months, never got the kids signed up for sports in time, forgot to schedule that dental cleaning, and my family ate out all of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when being me doesn't feel so fun.  It feels like I am trying to do what I want to do while being haunted by the unwritten list of what I need to do.  Thus explained my stress, anxiety, and overall crankiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter Manic Monday.  One day.  One hour (sometimes as many as 3) dedicated to getting things done.  Not because I love making a list or checking things off.  Not because having everything in order brings me a deep feeling of contentment.  But because I need to be free to live my LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am.  Looking another Manic Monday in the face.  Can I tell you how much I dread this?  I have to walk smack into the middle of my stress and anxiety and not walk out of it until at least one of those daunting tasks is complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today I will: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;schedule the dr. appointment to get Avery's stitches taken out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;organize child care for my kiddos when I am in training next week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;schedule my hair appointment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;What? Those things don't seem daunting to you? Well, they don't seem so scary to me anymore either.  That is the magic of Manic Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-1854027374075536082?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/1854027374075536082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=1854027374075536082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/1854027374075536082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/1854027374075536082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2010/11/manic-monday.html' title='Manic Monday'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TPPMoLJTKlI/AAAAAAAABi8/bHc9JmM1NdY/s72-c/DSC_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-8490162870677362253</id><published>2010-11-06T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T11:12:37.464-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrassment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trying new things'/><title type='text'>freestyle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TNWMvmsZSSI/AAAAAAAABig/DN9f6kZXRnY/s1600/DSC02396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TNWMvmsZSSI/AAAAAAAABig/DN9f6kZXRnY/s320/DSC02396.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536486066390386978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freestyle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;|ˈfrēˌstīl|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;adjective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;denoting a contest or version of a sport in which there are few restrictions on the moves or techniques that competitors employ : freestyle wrestling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;noun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;a contest of such a kind, in particular a swimming race in which competitors may use any stroke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When bathing suit shopping last summer, I narrowed my options down to two: one that looked really cute and one that was very practical for swimming.  I, of course, choose the cute one. Because what I really needed was a bathing suit that worked well for sitting on the side of the pool, laying out while reading a good book or visiting with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been in need of a practical bathing suit because I don't swim.  Now, I can swim. Like in order to keep my head above water. But, I don't know how to swim laps.  And apparently I have always wanted to because I signed my kids up for swim team so that THEY would have a skill I wish I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer, I watched my kids succeed and fail as they pushed themselves beyond what they believed they were capable of doing.  I was able to visibly observe their self-esteem growing as they overcame their fear of embarrassment and the exhaustion of an hour of practice while also developing a skill they can use for the rest of their lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we go to the indoor pool on a regular basis, where both of my kids jump in the swim lanes with all the older folks and do their own little exercise routine.  I have watched them with great pride and pleasure as well as giving them little tips on how they could improve (keep your legs straight, take bigger breaths, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surprised myself last week when I had the desire to jump in the pool and do some laps with my kids. I am a sit in the hot tub kind of girl.  I am not a jump in the cold water kind of girl. But I REALLY wanted to swim laps. So, I asked my kids if they would teach me some basic techniques that I could begin practicing.  We started with freestyle.  That sounds like me, sort of create your style kind of stroke. How could I mess this up?  Plus, it looks so easy and relaxing when the kids do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my streamline like they told me and then began kicking and moving my arms. I was just about to take my first breath when I smashed into the lane beside me.  I popped my head up and saw that both of my kids and the life guard on duty were laughing so hard they couldn't breathe.  The life guard actually said, "Did you mean to do that?"  All of them were hoping that I was trying to be funny, because they wanted to be laughing with me, not at me.  So, I laughed along with them...and then continued to bang into the side of the lane three more times.  My daughter said, "Mom, you are really good with your legs.  How about we try a stroke that only uses legs."  I said,  "Shouldn't I keep trying this first stroke until I get better?"  She said, "Well, it is really your arms that make you look so funny."  (Not banging into the side of the lane?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was embarrassing my kids more than I was embarrassing myself because I couldn't see what I looked like.  So, I told the kids to go play in the big pool while I practiced.  Guess what?  I didn't get better.  The life guard had to stop watching me in order to stop laughing.  Even if I was able to get my legs and arms to move the right way and stay in my lane, I still couldn't figure out how to breathe.  I was exhausted about 3/4ths of the way to the "finish line."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been the kind of person who is good at something right from the start.  There are few things in my life about which anyone has ever said I was "naturally gifted." This meant that whenever I tried something new, instead of feeling better about myself, I often felt worse.  I began believing things like, "I'll never be good at anything." and "Other people can do those activities for fun because they don't look like fools while doing them." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older I get, the happier I am that I have a long history of embarrassing moments in my life.  Being used to that feeling, I am able to see all of the reasons why my "freestyle moment" was a good moment instead of slapping an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll never do that again!&lt;/span&gt;  label on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got in the water with my kids. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was able to offer them an opportunity to be the expert on a subject I knew nothing about.  I gained a new respect for their talent and their perseverance. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will check in with myself before tweaking my kid's performance especially when I have never tired to do what I am asking them to do. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; I showed them that even at 35 years old with a strong self-confidence, I get embarrassed and people laugh at me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Best of all, I loved it.  There was a quietness and a focus under that water that was wonderful.  I loved it so much that I am going to try it again.  And I hope that every time I try something new, I will bring that much laughter into the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-8490162870677362253?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/8490162870677362253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=8490162870677362253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/8490162870677362253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/8490162870677362253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2010/11/freestyle.html' title='freestyle'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TNWMvmsZSSI/AAAAAAAABig/DN9f6kZXRnY/s72-c/DSC02396.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-808122629508718123</id><published>2010-10-10T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T19:34:41.082-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journaling questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sight-seeing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super-mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joan Anderson'/><title type='text'>super-heros, super moms and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TLHwoqhoGXI/AAAAAAAABiI/7sgJcghA1rc/s1600/DSC_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TLHwoqhoGXI/AAAAAAAABiI/7sgJcghA1rc/s320/DSC_0050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526462799161071986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am not a super-hero.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have always detested the term “super-mom” mostly because I will never be one. I want to be a mom but I also want to be alone for some time every day. I want to work and I also want to play. I want to be learning something new every day and I want to have a life of adventure.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to spend no time cleaning or cooking but I want my house to be clean and I want to serve healthy meals to my family each evening.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to wake up early and stay up late, but I also want a goodnight sleep.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Did I come up with these unrealistic expectations of life all by myself?&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or do you have them, too?&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because the to-do list that goes along with this life is something only a super-hero (or &lt;a href="http://bloominginautumn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jenny Watson&lt;/a&gt;:) could accomplish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is why I love &lt;a href="http://www.wix.com/jennyblaxx/unwritten-travels"&gt;The Sight-Seeing Chapter: taking a fresh look at your life&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is no such thing as a plan I can create and then stick to for the rest of my life. Just as my roles, responsibilities, and resources are evolving every season, so must my perspective and my plan.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What’s working in my life?&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What is not working?&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How can I set up a life that supports the person I want to be? The marriage I want to have? The family I want to grow (just to be clear, I mean &lt;i&gt;grow-up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; not grow in numbers) and not go crazy between now and then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I wrote out my daily schedule, squared my exhausting moments, triangle-d my exhilarating moments, heart-ed my relational moments, and circled my alone times, I discovered the theme of my summer to be SQUARE-CIRCLE-SQUARE-CIRCLE.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Which translated means exhausted/recovering/exhausted/recovering. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The other morning when my husband was leaving for work he said, “Will you please take a nap today?”&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was really hoping I could stay awake for our stay-at-home date that evening.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am often too tired to enjoy my favorite moment of every day which is when my husband and I finally get to connect after the kids have gone to bed.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;In her book, &lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/features/unfinished/author.html"&gt;A Weekend by the Sea&lt;/a&gt;, Joan Anderson writes that our time management goal is “to stop doing time and start being in time.”&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to live the days that have been gifted to me.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to enjoy my children.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to be fully present for my husband, my friends, and my clients.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to celebrate important moments of life.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to notice the simple pleasures that sparkle around my busy days.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to know God more fully today.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to be as much me as God created me to be.&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;This picture is from a serious of art cards I made for myself.  I stick them next to my rear view mirror where I see them often. I use them for journaling, praying, hoping, and getting perspective. This was my first art card. A super-mom, no doubt. So why did she inspire me?  Well, I noticed this little smirk on her face. And it made me realize that a super hero knows her purpose. She is practical about her strengths and her limitations. She knows what her kryptonite is and she stays away from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Being a real hero means letting people believe whatever they want to believe about you, while you know what is really important, when to take action and when you have to sit back and recharge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thoughts to Journal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;What’s working in my life?&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;What is not working?&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;How can I set up a life that supports the person I want to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;For the relationships I  want to have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;For the people I want to nurture?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-808122629508718123?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/808122629508718123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=808122629508718123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/808122629508718123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/808122629508718123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2010/10/super-heros-super-moms-and-me.html' title='super-heros, super moms and me'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TLHwoqhoGXI/AAAAAAAABiI/7sgJcghA1rc/s72-c/DSC_0050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-7922010455411392228</id><published>2010-09-20T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T17:43:55.220-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stores that carry Unwritten Travels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>Daisy Chain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TJf-FMoNNmI/AAAAAAAABh8/6FFHiDetRWs/s1600/daisy+side.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 71px; height: 331px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TJf-FMoNNmI/AAAAAAAABh8/6FFHiDetRWs/s400/daisy+side.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519159233608496738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;p { margin-bottom: 0.08in; }a:link { color: rgb(0, 0, 255); }&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;You walk into a store and your heart starts beating faster the minute you walk in the door. Research says men are visually stimulated, but researchers just haven’t tested women who have just seen pieces of clothing that scream, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wear me and you will have fun and feel beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The Daisy Chain is a fabulously unique boutique. Walk around the mall. Go in every store, and then go to The Daisy Chain. You will not find these brands anywhere else in town, or at least I haven’t. But it’s not just the clothes. It’s way more.  &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Do you ever look at celebrities and think, “Oh how I wish I had a stylist who could help me find clothes that are right for me. I need help developing a personal style. Wish I could afford that!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Well, you can because it’s free at this store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The staff range in age from high school students to mature women, but what they have in common is that Courtenay Jackson, the store owner, has empowered them with her own vision. She envisions a place where moms and teen daughters can shop together and both find treasures that look great on them. I know there are many of us who hate having a sales person follow you around while you are shopping. But, this is a no-pressure zone. The staff has an uncanny way of looking at the pieces you are choosing, discerning your taste and then comes the best part. They actually help you find the pieces that fit your style and fit your body.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Since you know there are two Jennys that write on this site, I feel it necessary to divulge which one is writing this article. Jenny B. could put on a sack, tie a rope around it, and she would look amazing, but this article is written by Jenny W. Let’s just speak the truth here, at my age and slight pudginess, it is harder for me to live out externally the hot babe that I am internally. I have even gone into the dressing room at The Daisy Chain with my girdle underwear that I bought off of a TV infomercial, and the staff there has treated me like I am a beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;My wardrobe is becoming more and more filled with signature pieces from this store. When I am out with friends they will see things and comment that the item “looks like me.” I have a style. When I really want to look my best, I consistently pull out the items in my closet from my Daisy Chain shopping experiences.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;While you will pay more for clothes here than at TJ Maxx or many places in the mall, the value is huge. Do you have many articles in your wardrobe that fit and are fine, but you don’t get excited about wearing them? The items you invest in here will be your “go to “ items. They are high quality. I am building a wardrobe year by year, still wearing the first items I bought seasons ago. You get a personal stylist with your purchase, and they carry jewelry, shoes and handbags, so you can get everything in one place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The store is small, but there are 100’s of items because Courtenay purchases one item in its available sizes, so you know you won’t see everyone in the same piece. Shirts range in price from $30.00 to $80.00. Dresses go from $70.00 to $140.00.  But if you get on the store’s mailing list, you receive monthly coupons that can be used on two items per month. If you want to receive the coupons, find out more about the store and check it out in greater detail, go to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.daisychaintn.com/"&gt;www.daisychaintn.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and then become a facebook friend.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;While the clothes in themselves could be considered wearable art, that isn’t actually the only art in the shop. The Daisy Chain has gifts from dishes to stationary, each of which is also unique.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;So, go to the store to renew your exterior. While you are there, purchase a copy of &lt;i&gt;Unwritten Travels &lt;/i&gt;to revamp your interior for a whole new you. You will walk around town and hear people whisper, “Who is that? She must be someone famous.” Just smile, look great and either leave them guessing, or be kind and send them to Courtenay.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-7922010455411392228?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/7922010455411392228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=7922010455411392228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/7922010455411392228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/7922010455411392228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2010/09/daisy-chain.html' title='Daisy Chain'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TJf-FMoNNmI/AAAAAAAABh8/6FFHiDetRWs/s72-c/daisy+side.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-7827184393163479015</id><published>2010-09-15T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T18:12:38.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what&apos;s inside your refrigerator?'/><title type='text'>what's inside?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, we took the dare! Melinda made the suggestion that we reveal to you the inside of our fridge. Make sure to &lt;a href="http://secureyourownmask.blogspot.com/"&gt;check out her blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fridge that will inspire you to whip up a snack:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 3 favorite things (jenny w.) - fake cucumber slices chilled to put on my eyelids&lt;br /&gt;                                leftover spaghetti that tastes even better the second time around.&lt;br /&gt;                                pepperjack cheese and garlic stuffed olives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TJftfjRJPDI/AAAAAAAABh0/QuV8CS60mWg/s1600/DSC01224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TJftfjRJPDI/AAAAAAAABh0/QuV8CS60mWg/s400/DSC01224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519140994664709170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am almost embarrassed about my refrigerator. It really isn't that messy ever, but it because I'm into "systems." Every Wed. morning our trash comes, so every Tuesday night or Wed. morning, I throw out anything old and kind of visually inventory what we have. Also, have a separate frig in the garage and a separate freezer in the pantry, so I am set on refrigerator and freezer space.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TJftfjRJPDI/AAAAAAAABh0/QuV8CS60mWg/s1600/DSC01224.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the fridge that will inspire you to order out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, here's mine (jenny b)...I hope you will still come over to my house for dinner sometime:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TJEyro4XgzI/AAAAAAAABhs/CVGcXxKPgpk/s1600/DSC_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TJEyro4XgzI/AAAAAAAABhs/CVGcXxKPgpk/s400/DSC_0086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517246743795172146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My 3 favorite things:&lt;br /&gt;hint water (no sweetener just a hint of raspberry/lime or cucumber)&lt;br /&gt;trader joe's turkey bacon&lt;br /&gt;coke zero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the most surprising, disturbing or unusual thing inside your fridge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, we showed you ours :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-7827184393163479015?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/7827184393163479015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=7827184393163479015' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/7827184393163479015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/7827184393163479015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2010/09/whats-inside.html' title='what&apos;s inside?'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TJftfjRJPDI/AAAAAAAABh0/QuV8CS60mWg/s72-c/DSC01224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-2795876399815934918</id><published>2010-06-12T09:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T10:08:55.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stores that carry Unwritten Travels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spruce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>Spruce~Inspired Living</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TBO-TSLqFcI/AAAAAAAABhE/cLm0Nkwt0uE/s1600/129431_image_4_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TBO-TSLqFcI/AAAAAAAABhE/cLm0Nkwt0uE/s320/129431_image_4_main.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481934409947551170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walked in to a store one day, and immediately my blood pressure went down. At the same time, my senses were heightened in the loveliest way. If it’s true that, “it’s in the details” then there is a store in Brentwood on Church Street that is doing &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;“it”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; right.    &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Walk in to hear a playlist of jazzy, folksy, music that sounds how I sound in my fantasy life. Passing by one display of bath products I literally had to sit down on one of the many pieces of furniture available for purchase just to soak up the aroma for a while.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Noticing the tag line after the store’s name, I realized that &lt;a href="http://unwrittentravels.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unwritten Travels&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and the store, Spruce share an ideal – inspired living. I had to meet the person who was obviously inspired when they opened this store and was pleased to talk to one of the owners, Alicia Helm.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Alicia and her business partner, Ashley met while renting space in the same location to sell products that brought beauty into a woman’s life. They were both drawn to home décor and gifts and their tastes were very similar. They call their style “transitional.” I just call it lovely, comfortable and inviting but not fussy. They decided they would open their own place for other women to rent space to sell beautiful things. As they grew and their vision developed, they decided as of March 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; of this year to switch to doing their own buying for all of the products they carry, resulting in a store with an identity all it’s own.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spruceliving.net/"&gt;Spruce&lt;/a&gt; has gifts - wedding gifts, baby gifts, stationary, yummy candles and bath products for your best friend. They have furniture, paintings and unique things that my grandmother would have called knick-knacks, but seem like necessities that you can’t live without when you are in the store. A favorite of mine is the beautiful hourglass that looks like blown glass with black sand inside. Surprisingly affordable too!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;You could shop other places and check things off of your to-do list, but if you want to feel like you are treating yourself while you are running an errand go to Spruce. While there, decide to spruce up your life by purchasing a copy of &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://unwrittentravels.com/"&gt;Unwritten Travels&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; Whether you are buying a gift for someone else or for yourself, &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;experience&lt;/i&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.spruceliving.net/"&gt;Spruce&lt;/a&gt; is actually a gift you are giving yourself in itself. Can you purchase an inspired life? Give it a try. The surprise will be a pleasant one.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-2795876399815934918?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/2795876399815934918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=2795876399815934918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/2795876399815934918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/2795876399815934918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2010/06/spruceinspired-living.html' title='Spruce~Inspired Living'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TBO-TSLqFcI/AAAAAAAABhE/cLm0Nkwt0uE/s72-c/129431_image_4_main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-7650086114187657388</id><published>2010-06-09T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T12:17:19.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's inside YOUR purse?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;In Jenny Black's Purse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TA_4aeofHOI/AAAAAAAABgs/a38aXYGY1VA/s1600/DSC_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TA_4aeofHOI/AAAAAAAABgs/a38aXYGY1VA/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480872405316345058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wallet (ID, check cards, check book, pens,  money)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="georgia" style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cell Phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div face="georgia" style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Broken button&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Toss up game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Frindle by  Andrew Clements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tide stick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wax candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tic tacs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Two check books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pouch with  pencils, pens, paperclip white out, eye makeup brush, emory board&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Moose Farkle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Perfume sample&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;10 pens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 highlighters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a plastic fork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;two  zotz, one zots wrapper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;b-12 folic acid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;white out pen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nike ipod  shoe thingy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sudafed PE sinus headache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;An extra pen cap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A Tampon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3 store receipts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hole  puncher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lip gloss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Blush  brush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 binder clips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a green wizzy whistle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;old  grocery list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;purple sharpie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;empty ibuprofen bottle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bouncy  ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hair band &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bits  of trash, pebbles, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a white rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;business cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;In  Jenny Watson's Purse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TA_5OTCq57I/AAAAAAAABg0/aseKZUZSpWQ/s1600/DSC01015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TA_5OTCq57I/AAAAAAAABg0/aseKZUZSpWQ/s320/DSC01015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480873295558141874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Six lipsticks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Car Keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Cell Phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;A Nail File&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Gum &amp;amp; Mints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Business Cards&lt;/span&gt; in a Very Cute Case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;A old-fashioned telephone/address book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;A Camera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;My to-do list &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;A box of pens, pencils and a highlighters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;A wallet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;with my checkbook in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;A credit card/store bonus card holder &lt;/span&gt;– &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;receipts and bank deposit slips tucked in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A polkadot cosmetics case&lt;/span&gt; –&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; It holds reading glasses, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Band-aids, hand lotion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; ibuprofen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;a pre-pasted toothbrush, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;a little flashlight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;plastic utensils, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;a tape measure, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and dental floss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-7650086114187657388?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/7650086114187657388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=7650086114187657388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/7650086114187657388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/7650086114187657388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2010/06/whats-inside-your-purse.html' title='what&apos;s inside YOUR purse?'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/TA_4aeofHOI/AAAAAAAABgs/a38aXYGY1VA/s72-c/DSC_0023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-7654087194727697959</id><published>2010-05-10T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T18:42:27.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='website'/><title type='text'>new &amp; improved website</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S-i1El7WgdI/AAAAAAAABe8/GYdYTfQJp48/s1600/jenny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S-i1El7WgdI/AAAAAAAABe8/GYdYTfQJp48/s320/jenny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469820837946622418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unwrittentravels.com"&gt;Unwritten Travels.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so thrilled to finally have our new website up and running. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For two women who are NOT technically savvy, this process has taken us longer than we originally hoped.  Although this is our new and improved website, like anything new it probably has its glitches and typos.  If you see them, let us know so we can fix them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have fun clicking through our pages...&lt;br /&gt;visit us @&lt;a href="http://www.unwrittentravels.com"&gt;unwrittentravels.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-7654087194727697959?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/7654087194727697959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=7654087194727697959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/7654087194727697959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/7654087194727697959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-improved-website.html' title='new &amp; improved website'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S-i1El7WgdI/AAAAAAAABe8/GYdYTfQJp48/s72-c/jenny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-1500283355310974197</id><published>2010-05-04T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T06:51:02.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='community service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nashville'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disaster relief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='southern women&apos;s show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bellevue'/><title type='text'>after the rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S-AGY7DgCZI/AAAAAAAABe0/CEvffHWjGQQ/s1600/sunshine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S-AGY7DgCZI/AAAAAAAABe0/CEvffHWjGQQ/s320/sunshine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467376972866783634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yesterday was one of my favorite days of my life.  Anyone who still has their life and their loved ones is feeling thankful right now. So many in our community have lost so much.  Although our house stayed safe and dry and we had water and electricity, I was separated from my kids during the worst part of the flood.  We had very spotty Internet/phone connection, so only once in a while were we able to get through the line to find out they were okay.  In fact, they were more than okay, happily playing with cousins at the grandparent's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of my kids had minor issues when they were born.  My son had to be swooped away to have his lungs cleared.  My daughter had the cord around her neck when she was coming into the world.  That moment the nurses and doctors said my babies were okay and placed them in my arms, those were the best moments. Ever.  Like yesterday.  The grandparents delivered my exhausted, dirty children to me and even though they are so very big now, I wanted to hold them forever.  I even sneaked into their room in the middle of the night for some extra snuggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up this morning READY to do SOMETHING to help in all of the devastation that surrounds me.  I have been wondering how I can help, what can I do that would be truly beneficial to my community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are familiar with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maslow%27s_hierarchy_of_needs"&gt;Maslow's hierarchy of needs&lt;/a&gt;, you know that some of our basic needs (the foundation upon which the rest of our existence is built upon) are: breathing, water, food, sleep, excretion, employment, resources, housing, safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to one of my favorite books, &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.donnaawilkinson.com/works.htm"&gt;The Only 127 Things You Nee {a guide to life's essentials}&lt;/a&gt;.  The author, Donna Wilkinson, says your foundational needs are a healthy body, a good night's sleep, regular exercise, clothing, shelter and safety.  You are probably very aware right now of the people around you who do not have their basic needs met.  Being the amazing women we are (with tender hearts and a powerful desire to help), I bet you, like me, can't stand not being in the midst of the relief.  Right now, I am on the edge of my seat waiting for my kids to wake up so that we can find out how to &lt;a href="http://www.crosspoint.tv/flood/happenings/flood/0000/00-00/flood-relief-day-2"&gt;help in the Bellevue area&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I remember the words I tell women every day, the words inspired by my friend Melinda in her blog, &lt;a href="http://secureyourownmask.blogspot.com/"&gt;Secure Your Own Mask First&lt;/a&gt;, "When traveling with small children, please secure your own mask first."  Precious women who I know to be the caretakers of the men, women and children of this world, as you are assisting those traumatized by the circumstances around us, you MUST secure your own mask first.&lt;br /&gt;What does this mean for you (and, yes, for me)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are one of those not directly affected by the flood, if you still have shelter and clothing... then&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; take care of your body,&lt;br /&gt;eat healthy food,&lt;br /&gt;get exercise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(don't push your body beyond it's capacity, an injury will make you completely unable to help), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and get a good night's sleep&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Make sure your children are getting the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recovery from this disaster will take a very long time.  Let us not use up all of our resources by Day 2.  Don't let yourself get so exhausted that you can't even help yourself.  Remember in times like these there are always layers of need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now we are in the&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Heroic Phase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  This is a time where we are struggling to save whatever and whomever we can.  It is a time of great fear, anxiety and shock and it usually lasts up to a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next 3 to 8 weeks, we will be entering the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Honeymoon Phase&lt;/span&gt;.  An overwhelming gratitude for what we have, what we have been spared from, a new appreciation for any walls and floors we can call our homes.  During this time relief efforts will be at the highest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then hits the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Disillusionment Phase&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; which will probably last until the rest of the year.  Reality will set in, outside help will diminish, insurance issues will become frustrating.  We will struggle with the fact this town will never be the same, that our many losses can never be recovered.  There will be much grief, anger, sadness and isolation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years after this one, we will be in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Reconstruction Phase&lt;/span&gt;.  Life will begin to feel normal again.  We will be proud of our city, what we have overcome and the progress we made working together as a community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Check out more information on these phases of disaster relief  &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.georgiadisaster.info/PublicSafety/.../PS09relief_operations.pdf"&gt;&lt;cite&gt;from  Georgia Disaster Relief. &lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my message to you today is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't wear yourself out being the hero&lt;/span&gt; (unless, of course your job/skills lend you to being a helper during this first and short phase of disaster recovery).  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Save your resources, especially your emotional ones, for the long haul.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what else we all need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Wilkinson, The next layer of "essentials" are love and connection, a sense of control, mindfulness and acceptance, the ability to be real, physical and mental exercise, a sense of oneness and connection, time for reflection, a sense of awe and wonder, a sense of purpose, and meaningful ritual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing like a disaster to give us the opportunity and drive to pursue these "above and beyond" essentials.  Remember there is a time and seasons for everything.  Pay attention to what phase you are equipped to serve and when you need to store up so you are ready to give when it is your time.  It is not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;selfish &lt;/span&gt;to take care of our self it is ultimately &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;self-less&lt;/span&gt;, so that you are fully equipped when your time to serve presents itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I wrote this entire blog to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-1500283355310974197?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/1500283355310974197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=1500283355310974197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/1500283355310974197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/1500283355310974197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2010/05/after-rain.html' title='after the rain'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S-AGY7DgCZI/AAAAAAAABe0/CEvffHWjGQQ/s72-c/sunshine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-1637656556932831566</id><published>2010-03-31T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T15:01:34.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='order your copy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purchasing books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='website'/><title type='text'>under construction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S7PF3JSbhZI/AAAAAAAABeI/yyfZvat0AcA/s1600/DSC_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S7PF3JSbhZI/AAAAAAAABeI/yyfZvat0AcA/s320/DSC_0046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454921124852499858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are making some changes on our website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You will NOT be able to place an order online until further notice.&lt;br /&gt;BUT you can order Unwritten Travels by sending us an email at: unwrittentravels@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;and we will process your order that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the inconvenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S7PF3JSbhZI/AAAAAAAABeI/yyfZvat0AcA/s72-c/DSC_0046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-6473257257317782245</id><published>2010-03-25T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T09:10:23.916-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='groups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chapter four'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playshops'/><title type='text'>our beloved books</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S6v6VmAtprI/AAAAAAAABeA/FvscLAmc5Lw/s1600/DSC_0094.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S6v6VmAtprI/AAAAAAAABeA/FvscLAmc5Lw/s320/DSC_0094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452727022749853362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"She knew my life through my books."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~Jeanine (PlayShop Girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Assignment was to bring a book (or two or three) to the PlayShop that has impacted, changed or clarified your values.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what we came up with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Complete-Idiots-Guide-Organizing-Your/dp/0028633822#reader_0028633822"&gt;Complete Idiots Guide to Organizing Your Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.suemonkkidd.com/DanceOfTheDissidentDaughter/default.aspx"&gt;The Dance of the Dissident Daughter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onemonthtolive.com/"&gt;30 Days to Live&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jeffvanvonderen.com/?page_id=87"&gt;Tired of Trying to Measure Up&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=gXk5wYNESPsC&amp;amp;dq=Wally+Lamb&amp;amp;printsec=frontcover&amp;amp;source=an&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;ei=cwGsS5zoM5G1tgeUlbDUDw&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=book_result&amp;amp;ct=result&amp;amp;resnum=10&amp;amp;ved=0CCYQ6AEwCQ#v=onepage&amp;amp;q=&amp;amp;f=false"&gt;I Know This Much is True&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0312321597/ref=s9_asin_image_1?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=center-2&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=1J417EVJANM3BVS5QVXK&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=101&amp;amp;pf_rd_p=278240301&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=507846"&gt;What Happy People Know&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(there is also What Happy Women Know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/websters-american-dictionary-language-1828-edition/noah-webster/9780912498034/pd/9803X"&gt;American Dictionary of the English Language&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Future-Grace-John-Piper/dp/1576733378"&gt;Future Grace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Return-Prodigal-Son-Story-Homecoming/dp/0385473079#reader_0385473079"&gt;Return of the Prodigal Son&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.suemonkkidd.com/WhenTheHeartWaits/default.aspx"&gt;When the Heart Waits&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elizabethgilbert.com/eatpraylove.htm"&gt;Eat, Pray, Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Little-Prince-Antoine-Saint-Exup%C3%A9ry/dp/0156012197"&gt;The Little Prince&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Addicted-Mediocrity-Contemporary-Christians-Arts/dp/0891073531#reader_0891073531"&gt;Addicted to Mediocrity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laneburg (not yet available for purchase)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elizabethgilbert.com/committed.htm"&gt;Committed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Other Favorites:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fabermazlish.com/miva/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&amp;amp;Product_Code=5&amp;amp;Category_Code=5"&gt;How to Talk so Your Kids Will Listen and Listen so Your Kids Will Talk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(looks like there is even a Teen Version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alice-miller.com/books_en.php?page=7"&gt;Drama of the Gifted Child&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Bluest_Eye"&gt;The Bluest Eye&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Traveling-Mercies-Some-Thoughts-Faith/dp/0385496095"&gt;Traveling Mercies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0894864025/drirensgetwithth#reader_0894864025"&gt;Co-Dependent No More&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.harrietlerner.com/pages/dance_of_anger.htm"&gt;The Dance of Anger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jeffvanvonderen.com/?page_id=87"&gt;Families Where Grace is in Place&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell us about a book that has inspired your life in the comment box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-6473257257317782245?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/6473257257317782245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=6473257257317782245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/6473257257317782245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/6473257257317782245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2010/03/our-beloved-books.html' title='our beloved books'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S6v6VmAtprI/AAAAAAAABeA/FvscLAmc5Lw/s72-c/DSC_0094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-9159032805224817992</id><published>2010-03-13T19:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T19:51:02.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 13: the family pack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S5xbDMqV0QI/AAAAAAAABdw/FVkZC6zO_6g/s1600-h/DSC_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S5xbDMqV0QI/AAAAAAAABdw/FVkZC6zO_6g/s320/DSC_0062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448329759708008706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today officially began Spring Break for us and we decided to vacation at home this year.  We went to the Discovery Science Museum today so I filled my lunchbox to the brim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch for 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Strawberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yogurt &lt;/span&gt;(low-fat vanilla for grown-ups, Collision for kids)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cucumber Slices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Turkey and Cheese Sandwiches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Honey Crisp Apples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE also decided, instead of spending 3.00 a pouch on dip-n-dots, that we would go to the grocery and stock up on ice cream for the entire week.  I just slurped down a root beer float. Have to balance out all this healthy eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-9159032805224817992?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/9159032805224817992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=9159032805224817992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/9159032805224817992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/9159032805224817992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-13-family-pack.html' title='day 13: the family pack'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S5xbDMqV0QI/AAAAAAAABdw/FVkZC6zO_6g/s72-c/DSC_0062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-2268072893726704949</id><published>2010-03-13T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T19:40:48.177-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 12'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lunch box resolution'/><title type='text'>day 12: grab and go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No picture yesterday (day 11) because (please don't hate me) I was at the spa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the entire day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a massage, a facial, a manicure, a pedicure and....lunch.  Oh, and it was a beautiful lunch set in my own private dining area with a glass of white wine.  It was bliss.  I am realizing I did not understand about bliss until yesterday.  Now I know.  And I want more bliss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now you understand why I was in some kind of dream-like haze on Friday morning&lt;br /&gt;enjoying an hour in my journal, savoring my coffee, watching the episode of "Gray's" I missed last night and loving the fact that the kids were still sleeping when I looked at the clock and then had to run out the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, It was a grab and go day.  Open up the fridge.  What can be thrown into my lunchbox today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mini Cheese&lt;br /&gt;Leftover tacos al carbon &lt;/span&gt;(still wrapped in foil from Las Palmas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Leftover salad from last night&lt;/span&gt; (stored in a gallon size baggie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-2268072893726704949?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/2268072893726704949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=2268072893726704949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/2268072893726704949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/2268072893726704949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-12-grab-and-go.html' title='day 12: grab and go'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-7315165154761912136</id><published>2010-03-13T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T19:30:47.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 10: brown rice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S5xWe9tJLJI/AAAAAAAABdo/obwJU8IAiAg/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S5xWe9tJLJI/AAAAAAAABdo/obwJU8IAiAg/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448324739171429522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Earlier in the week, I made a batch of brown rice (i do not love brown rice because I can't figure out how to steam it just so), It was fine and it served as a basis for my lunches this week.  I would add leftover meat, cheese, veggies, etc. and viola, a nutritious meal on the go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in my lunchbox:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Rice and Veggie Medley&lt;br /&gt;Yogurt&amp;amp;Strawberries&lt;br /&gt;Spinach&amp;amp;Carrots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-7315165154761912136?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/7315165154761912136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=7315165154761912136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/7315165154761912136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/7315165154761912136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-10-brown-rice.html' title='day 10: brown rice'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S5xWe9tJLJI/AAAAAAAABdo/obwJU8IAiAg/s72-c/DSC_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-2411741576265381753</id><published>2010-03-09T17:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T17:28:15.110-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 9'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lunch box resolution'/><title type='text'>day 9: two cuties for lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S5byrDBykZI/AAAAAAAABdg/Smnyzi4xv5E/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S5byrDBykZI/AAAAAAAABdg/Smnyzi4xv5E/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446807620712305042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I began this resolution, it didn't occur to me that I would eat at home.  At the same time I started packing my lunches, I also tried to be more intentional about un-scheduling my days which means I have been home with good food in my house.  This is a modern day miracle people. Thus day 7 &amp;amp; day 8, I was eating left over beef stew homemade by my very own mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(thanks, ma.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my lunchbox today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 cuties-sweet little clementines&lt;br /&gt;2 servings of mixed green salad and Italian dressing&lt;br /&gt;2 servings of rice and chicken&lt;br /&gt;2 servings of vegetables (artichokes, red onion, broccoli) with mini fresh mozerella&lt;br /&gt;snack pack of sweet baby pickles&lt;br /&gt;2 coke zeros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my first lunch shared with a friend.  It was the other Jenny, of course! &lt;br /&gt;And my favorite lunch so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-2411741576265381753?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/2411741576265381753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=2411741576265381753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/2411741576265381753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/2411741576265381753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-9-two-cuties-for-lunch.html' title='day 9: two cuties for lunch'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S5byrDBykZI/AAAAAAAABdg/Smnyzi4xv5E/s72-c/DSC_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-3349423692182821223</id><published>2010-03-06T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T13:33:58.327-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lunch box resolution'/><title type='text'>day 6: my polkadot cooler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S5LIGqDYciI/AAAAAAAABdM/-aKei4WOWaI/s1600-h/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S5LIGqDYciI/AAAAAAAABdM/-aKei4WOWaI/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445634916137595426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my first weekend since beginning my lunchbox resolution and this morning I realized I had not really thought that through.  We were at home for lunch so I really wasn't sure what could I pack in my lunchbox.  And I wanted to pack something.  Because I like it being day 6 on March 6. Its the little things that help me make to sense of my world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is a GORGEOUS day and people all over town are smiling because the skies are blue and the sun is shining!  We spent the morning at the park, so I decided to use my lunchbox as a cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my lunchbox today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4 Capri Suns&lt;br /&gt;2 Coke Zeros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lots of Ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(next time I will have a freezer bag to contain the ice as it melts...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are enjoying the beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S5LITzlxj8I/AAAAAAAABdU/_AyJ5rW4GoE/s1600-h/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S5LITzlxj8I/AAAAAAAABdU/_AyJ5rW4GoE/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445635142036066242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-3349423692182821223?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/3349423692182821223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=3349423692182821223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/3349423692182821223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/3349423692182821223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-6-my-polkadot-cooler.html' title='day 6: my polkadot cooler'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S5LIGqDYciI/AAAAAAAABdM/-aKei4WOWaI/s72-c/DSC_0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-8047783015841193766</id><published>2010-03-05T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T05:10:38.029-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lunch box resolution'/><title type='text'>day 5: in my lunchbox</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S5D_qaNt4rI/AAAAAAAABdE/SZnXVGWUeNE/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S5D_qaNt4rI/AAAAAAAABdE/SZnXVGWUeNE/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445133053547373234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is Friday, and we are coming to the end of things to put in our lunchboxes around here.  I am not the queen of grocery shopping, so I am quite proud of myself for having enough food to fill 15 lunches this week.  The kids also packed a lunch every day for the first time ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I scraped up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Avocado&lt;/span&gt;-this time with lime and kosher salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Carrots&lt;/span&gt;-to dip in the avocado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yogurt&lt;/span&gt;-with granola and craisins to mix in&lt;br /&gt;my beloved &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Coke Zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-8047783015841193766?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/8047783015841193766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=8047783015841193766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/8047783015841193766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/8047783015841193766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-5-in-my-lunchbox.html' title='day 5: in my lunchbox'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S5D_qaNt4rI/AAAAAAAABdE/SZnXVGWUeNE/s72-c/DSC_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-2609753732795175763</id><published>2010-03-04T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T14:25:20.396-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lunch box resolution'/><title type='text'>day 4: in my lunchbox</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S5AxMpHd4mI/AAAAAAAABc8/boDn1rhU_Jk/s1600-h/DSC_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S5AxMpHd4mI/AAAAAAAABc8/boDn1rhU_Jk/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444906042756293218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sandwich&lt;/span&gt;: boars head honey turkey and vermont white cheddar on whole grain wheat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Avocado Delicousness&lt;/span&gt;: avocado, green onions and fresh squeezed lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;(eventually spread the avocado dip onto my sandwich)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yogurt&lt;/span&gt;: low-fat vanilla with walnuts and craisins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Coke-Zero&lt;/span&gt;: ran into Starbuck's and they gave me a cup of ice with a lid and a straw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot imagine how much I look forward to eating my lunch. Okay, maybe you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-2609753732795175763?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/2609753732795175763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=2609753732795175763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/2609753732795175763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/2609753732795175763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-4-in-my-lunchbox.html' title='day 4: in my lunchbox'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S5AxMpHd4mI/AAAAAAAABc8/boDn1rhU_Jk/s72-c/DSC_0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-712050905369143220</id><published>2010-03-03T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T05:28:20.548-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lunch box resolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 3'/><title type='text'>day 3: in my lunchbox</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S47jCfZnM5I/AAAAAAAABc0/RhgJG77N8n4/s1600-h/DSC_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S47jCfZnM5I/AAAAAAAABc0/RhgJG77N8n4/s320/DSC_0090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444538631465677714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fruits and Veggies:&lt;/span&gt; grapes, a little bit of spinach and some carrots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheese&lt;/span&gt;: mini babybel light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gnocci:&lt;/span&gt; leftovers from dinner earlier in the week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yogurt&lt;/span&gt;: low-fat vanilla, with almonds and craisins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a picture of the food because I started eating it up before I could get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;I was that hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-712050905369143220?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/712050905369143220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=712050905369143220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/712050905369143220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/712050905369143220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-3-in-my-lunchbox.html' title='day 3: in my lunchbox'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S47jCfZnM5I/AAAAAAAABc0/RhgJG77N8n4/s72-c/DSC_0090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-5564354192252939178</id><published>2010-03-02T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T05:42:14.240-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snacks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 2'/><title type='text'>day 2: a snack pack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S40UB0MQdsI/AAAAAAAABcs/PrBzO6DQ76U/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S40UB0MQdsI/AAAAAAAABcs/PrBzO6DQ76U/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444029545983276738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can I tell you how much fun I had carrying my lunchbox around Brentwood?&lt;br /&gt;It, of course, inspired better lunches for my kids.  They were having so much fun packing their own lunchboxes last night.  They have NEVER been the kids with the best lunch. Until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I have been invited to eat at The Green Apron (my friend, Christina's house) for lunch today, I am packing a snack in my polka dot pack. We are on &lt;a href="http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2009/07/discussion-questions-chapter-three.html"&gt;week 3&lt;/a&gt; of our &lt;a href="http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2009/12/workplayshop-coming-in-january.html"&gt;PLAYshop&lt;/a&gt; and today we will have coffee, fruit and nuts as our morning treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my lunchbox:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;grapes&lt;/span&gt;-in season and on sale at Kroger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;half and half&lt;/span&gt;-i can't take my coffee without it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-5564354192252939178?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/5564354192252939178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=5564354192252939178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/5564354192252939178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/5564354192252939178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-2-snack-pack.html' title='day 2: a snack pack'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S40UB0MQdsI/AAAAAAAABcs/PrBzO6DQ76U/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-7942328512935771759</id><published>2010-03-01T07:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T07:55:54.288-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lunch box resolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='polenta'/><title type='text'>day 1: in my lunch box</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S4vhCrgs8GI/AAAAAAAABck/3vVqmt1oIyg/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S4vhCrgs8GI/AAAAAAAABck/3vVqmt1oIyg/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443692010763251810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did I say I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;needed&lt;/span&gt; to go to the grocery store?  When I took a peek into my less than stocked fridge (behind several containers of spoiled food that I could have packed for lunch last week)&lt;br /&gt;I found the ingredients to pack this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;in my lunchbox:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;salad&lt;/span&gt;: romaine lettuce, carrots, walnuts, craisins, green onions with a splash of balsamic vinegar and honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;polenta&lt;/span&gt;: baked with roasted red pepper, spinach, red onions, garlic and asiago cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;yogurt&lt;/span&gt;: organic, low-fat, vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;drink&lt;/span&gt;: i always have a bottle of water in my bag, but today I added a coke zero as my happy treat (along with a cute little valentine's napkin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-7942328512935771759?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/7942328512935771759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=7942328512935771759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/7942328512935771759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/7942328512935771759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-1-in-my-lunch-box.html' title='day 1: in my lunch box'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S4vhCrgs8GI/AAAAAAAABck/3vVqmt1oIyg/s72-c/DSC_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-7656189908982763934</id><published>2010-03-01T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T05:05:57.874-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day #1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lunch box resolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='March'/><title type='text'>my lunch box resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S4u1uV_6VmI/AAAAAAAABcU/z8ZBvoaY420/s1600-h/DSC_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S4u1uV_6VmI/AAAAAAAABcU/z8ZBvoaY420/s320/DSC_0089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443644382391195234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two months into 2010 and I am making my first resolution.  Not for the year, but for the 30 days of March.  This year is just really beginning for me. My new motto is "March is the new January." Here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lunch issues. Rarely am I home during the lunching hour. I am out and about and suddenly starving so I drop in on one of my favorite restaurants, maybe meet a friend, and proceed to spend anywhere $8.00-$18.00 every week day.  That ends up being between $200-$500 a month.  I could have a new car for that amount of money!  I am essential eating a car payment. For a very nice car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should know, I did attempt to stop eating out a few weeks ago.  It did not work.  I am the kind of person who needs accountability.  And I have to make it fun.  Thus I am posting every day this month what I pack in my pink and green polka dot lunch box.  (I found this Fit and Fresh product at TJ Maxx for &amp;amp;12.99.)  As you can see below, inside of my lunchbox is a container with a substantial space below an ice pack and two smaller containers above it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I packing in my lunch box today?  I don't know.  I really need to go to the grocery store.  I was going to go on Saturday, but I had a free day and Kroger didn't sound like my idea of fun.  I was going to go yesterday, but I got really tired, too tired for that kind of shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I must go because old ham and American cheese are not the kind of thing that inspires the beginning of a resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will check back into today with my menu for Day #1.  I know, you can hardly stand the suspense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I need your ideas.  What do you pack in your lunch?  What delicious and healthy food do you suggest for my lunch box? Let me know if you pack a lunch this month and maybe we can have a picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S4u1uj4rBiI/AAAAAAAABcc/-74CROus3gU/s1600-h/DSC_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S4u1uj4rBiI/AAAAAAAABcc/-74CROus3gU/s320/DSC_0093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443644386118927906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-7656189908982763934?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/7656189908982763934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=7656189908982763934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/7656189908982763934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/7656189908982763934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-lunch-box-resolution.html' title='my lunch box resolution'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S4u1uV_6VmI/AAAAAAAABcU/z8ZBvoaY420/s72-c/DSC_0089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-6470062860985334821</id><published>2010-02-01T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T08:30:05.557-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='59 seconds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jounaling'/><title type='text'>59 Seconds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S2cA0Nf4ubI/AAAAAAAABcE/XzGrxQakhxE/s1600-h/il_430xN_34118956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S2cA0Nf4ubI/AAAAAAAABcE/XzGrxQakhxE/s320/il_430xN_34118956.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433312372422392242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia,serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;Monday:&lt;/span&gt; Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;-  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia,serif;" &gt;Think back over the past week and list 3 things for which you are grateful.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia,serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/span&gt; Terrific Times&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia,serif;" &gt;Think about one of the most wonderful experiences of your life.  Write a description of that experience and how you felt.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia,serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/span&gt; Future Fantastic&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia,serif;" &gt;-Spend a few moments writing about your life in the future.  Imagine that you've worked hard, acheived, and become the person you really want to be.  Your personal and professional life feel like a dream come true.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia,serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;Thursday:&lt;/span&gt; Dear...&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia,serif;" &gt;think about someone who is important to you.  Write a short letter to this person describing how much you care for them and the impact they have had on your life.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:georgia,serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt; Reviewing the Situation&lt;/span&gt; -  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:georgia,serif;" &gt;Think back over the past 7 days and make a note of 3 things that went really well for you.  Jot down a sentence about why you think each even turned out so well.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are from the Daily Journal Assignments in &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://59seconds.wordpress.com/"&gt;59 Seconds&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;by Richard Wiseman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;I made 5 different index cards, one for each assignment, to keep in my journal.  Hope you have as much fun with this as I think you will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-6470062860985334821?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/6470062860985334821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=6470062860985334821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/6470062860985334821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/6470062860985334821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2010/02/59-seconds.html' title='59 Seconds'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S2cA0Nf4ubI/AAAAAAAABcE/XzGrxQakhxE/s72-c/il_430xN_34118956.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-95649971100484495</id><published>2010-01-14T07:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T09:10:47.764-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playshops'/><title type='text'>10 Reasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S087q3K7c7I/AAAAAAAABb0/xpTru6cNQrU/s1600-h/DSC_0027.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S087q3K7c7I/AAAAAAAABb0/xpTru6cNQrU/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426621683555070898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...why the Unwritten Travels Work(PLAY)shop will be the best $ you spend all year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Six weeks of fun and inspiration for less than you'd pay for 1 hour of therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  It's scientifically proven that money can buy happiness!&lt;br /&gt;   (When you spend it on experiences that connect you with others)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Access to your very own Life Coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Finally getting an opportunity to spend time with the kind of people you wish you could spend more time with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Free childcare for  your kids while you are having fun with grown-ups&lt;br /&gt;  (and you won't even have to sweat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You will be having so much fun that it will surprise you that you are learning so much about your amazing self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You will receive one free session of counseling/life coaching to give to one of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;  (Hey, they don't have to know you got it free.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You will realize you aren't the only one who doesn't have it all together, and just maybe that won't even be the goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. There might be snacks. Enough said right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. It is only possible to invest yourself into your life once you have invested in yourself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-95649971100484495?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/95649971100484495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=95649971100484495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/95649971100484495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/95649971100484495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2010/01/10-reasons.html' title='10 Reasons'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/S087q3K7c7I/AAAAAAAABb0/xpTru6cNQrU/s72-c/DSC_0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-195132097438034474</id><published>2009-12-17T08:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T08:46:32.176-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='january'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year&apos;s resolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maryland Farms YMCA'/><title type='text'>Work(PLAY!)shop: Coming in January!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SypfeY2XnOI/AAAAAAAABbI/X1p0XpJd8R4/s1600-h/unwritten+travels+poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SypfeY2XnOI/AAAAAAAABbI/X1p0XpJd8R4/s400/unwritten+travels+poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416246477537647842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="GBThreadMessageRow_Date"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Begins January 26-March 9 (no class Feb 16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="GBThreadMessageRow_Body"&gt;&lt;div class="GBThreadMessageRow_Body_Content"&gt;Meets every Tuesday from 9:30-11:00&lt;br /&gt;6-week course&lt;br /&gt;@Maryland Farms YMCA (Brentwood, TN)&lt;br /&gt;Cost: $75/members, $100/non-members&lt;br /&gt;Book included!&lt;br /&gt;email us to register: unwrittentravels@gmail.com       &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/8072143740345724983-195132097438034474?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/195132097438034474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=195132097438034474' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/195132097438034474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/195132097438034474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2009/12/workplayshop-coming-in-january.html' title='Work(PLAY!)shop: Coming in January!'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SypfeY2XnOI/AAAAAAAABbI/X1p0XpJd8R4/s72-c/unwritten+travels+poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-810082134021935403</id><published>2009-12-15T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:31:36.222-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='december'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scavenger hunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='souvenirs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>December Scavenger Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SyeakBsIWnI/AAAAAAAABbA/X7nYYYcxzv4/s1600-h/DSC04277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SyeakBsIWnI/AAAAAAAABbA/X7nYYYcxzv4/s320/DSC04277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415467020655811186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;advent&lt;/span&gt;, noun.&lt;br /&gt;  a coming or arrival, especially of something infrequent or unusually important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you love finding the perfect gift?  It makes Christmas for me.  I can't wait to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; person open &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; gift on December 25th.  It is easy to rush through all of the to-do's of the holiday and forget to notice those things you may love very best about this season of Merry and Bright.  Take some time to look for the little gifts this month has for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a canned food drive or a salvation army volunteer ringing their bell with a smile&lt;br /&gt;~a fire in a fireplace&lt;br /&gt;~a cookie plate left for Santa&lt;br /&gt;~a menorah being lit&lt;br /&gt;~friends sharing a laugh&lt;br /&gt;~children writing letters to Santa&lt;br /&gt;~a person bundled up in the cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write a story, take a picture, sing a song about what you see.&lt;br /&gt;Post your treasures in the comment box or on your blog (make sure to leave us a link).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-810082134021935403?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/810082134021935403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=810082134021935403' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/810082134021935403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/810082134021935403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-scavenger-hunt.html' title='December Scavenger Hunt'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SyeakBsIWnI/AAAAAAAABbA/X7nYYYcxzv4/s72-c/DSC04277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-8254912358782023496</id><published>2009-12-05T05:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T06:39:09.887-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='souvenirs'/><title type='text'>Souvenirs from November</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/Sxpob7XT_lI/AAAAAAAABa0/8XpXrE3erfY/s1600-h/DSC_0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/Sxpob7XT_lI/AAAAAAAABa0/8XpXrE3erfY/s320/DSC_0196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411752731240300114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every family has their specialty and my family's, more specifically, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my Mama's pies&lt;/span&gt; are legendary.  She is an award winning pie-maker. It is the crust, it is the apples from upstate New York, it is the unsalted butter and only the highest quality of vanilla.  This year we had Pecan, Apple, and Pumpkin pies served with ice cream, fresh whipping cream and Starbuck's Thanksgiving Blend coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/Sxpnz_-BwfI/AAAAAAAABak/T38CWCWpwgY/s1600-h/DSC_0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/Sxpnz_-BwfI/AAAAAAAABak/T38CWCWpwgY/s320/DSC_0198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411752045281657330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the first year in our new house and our first time to ever host &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving Dinner&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I was determined to be a real grown up and roast a turkey all by myself.  I used a rosemary-orange recipe and woke up at 6:00 am to begin the cooking.  In my fear of under cooking the giant bird, I (you guessed it) made something more like turkey-jerky.  I loved every bite. And I was happy Mom brought a turkey, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SxpnzRcy7xI/AAAAAAAABac/6sPCio4Mttw/s1600-h/DSC_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SxpnzRcy7xI/AAAAAAAABac/6sPCio4Mttw/s320/DSC_0223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411752032794242834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had 16 guests for dinner and everyone brought so much food.  In addition to the classic turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes, and green been casserole, we had corn pudding, macaroni and cheese, blueberry salad, fresh cranberry-orange sauce, and yeasty cinnamon rolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Our family&lt;/span&gt; has grown so big and it is not often that I get to spend a whole day with both of my parents, my brother and my sister.  Now it seems like we were only living together under one roof for a few years.  I become especially mindful of the brevity of this time with my little ones and abundantly grateful for the every day opportunity to make new memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Announcing &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the winner&lt;/span&gt; of the November Scavenger Hunt: Korisa Burden @craftykorisa.blogspot.com.  Congratulations!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-8254912358782023496?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/8254912358782023496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=8254912358782023496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/8254912358782023496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/8254912358782023496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2009/12/soveniers-from-november.html' title='Souvenirs from November'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/Sxpob7XT_lI/AAAAAAAABa0/8XpXrE3erfY/s72-c/DSC_0196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-1142198195437370079</id><published>2009-11-18T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T19:08:35.848-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chapter five'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scavenger hunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='souvenirs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>November Challenge: Scavenger Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SwS0IPCEryI/AAAAAAAABaE/fTHSbdWDbfo/s1600/DSC_0610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SwS0IPCEryI/AAAAAAAABaE/fTHSbdWDbfo/s320/DSC_0610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405643506318618402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Your challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to take notice~&lt;br /&gt;take a picture, write a poem or a story, and/or post a thought regarding one or more of these November souvenirs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Baked pies&lt;br /&gt;2. Loved ones preparing food&lt;br /&gt;3. Family and Friends around the Thanksgiving table&lt;br /&gt;4. Holiday card photo shoot&lt;br /&gt;5.  Leftovers in the fridge&lt;br /&gt;6. Funniest or most meaningful quote/story from your Thanksgiving weekend&lt;br /&gt;7.  Homes turning on Christmas lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot wait to see what you find. We will be sending a little fall treasure to the reader who discovers our favorite souvenir of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a blog, post it on your blog and leave a link in the comments. &lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, leave your treasures directly in the comment box or email them to us at unwrittentravels@gmail.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-1142198195437370079?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/1142198195437370079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=1142198195437370079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/1142198195437370079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/1142198195437370079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-challenge-scavenger-hunt_18.html' title='November Challenge: Scavenger Hunt'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SwS0IPCEryI/AAAAAAAABaE/fTHSbdWDbfo/s72-c/DSC_0610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-7374914744277866263</id><published>2009-11-18T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T05:44:08.863-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what others are saying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just like the number'/><title type='text'>Just like the number</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SwlAE7qiwcI/AAAAAAAABaM/cBdaB0V0u_s/s1600/BlogHeader6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SwlAE7qiwcI/AAAAAAAABaM/cBdaB0V0u_s/s320/BlogHeader6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406923281114776002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We received the most beautiful review from blogger Angie Six on her blog &lt;a href="http://www.justlikethenumber.com/page_six/2009/10/unwritten-travels-book-review.html"&gt;Just Like the Number&lt;/a&gt;. Here is a little bit of what she said about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unwritten Travels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"There are lots of books out there to help nudge you along toward finding your true purpose or passions.  I've never seen one like this, though.  It's more like a whimsically illustrated journal.  And while there are definitely passages for you to read and reflect upon, the bulk of the book is recording your thoughts and reflections.  It's a guide, for sure, but you are in charge every step of the way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To see more of Angie's beautiful blog and read the rest of her review visit:&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justlikethenumber.com/page_six/"&gt;justlikethenumber.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-7374914744277866263?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/7374914744277866263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=7374914744277866263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/7374914744277866263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/7374914744277866263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-like-number.html' title='Just like the number'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SwlAE7qiwcI/AAAAAAAABaM/cBdaB0V0u_s/s72-c/BlogHeader6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-1159193393697233983</id><published>2009-10-04T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T09:27:27.717-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Out On the Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you are in the Nashville/Brentwood area this week, we will be out on the town&lt;br /&gt;Thursday and Friday (two days, two different locations).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;, stop in and see us at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brentwoodacademy.com/page.cfm?p=2088"&gt;The Market Street Festival&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SsjI6OlRAiI/AAAAAAAABZk/5bkfcnZdDsA/s1600-h/marketstreet09b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 132px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SsjI6OlRAiI/AAAAAAAABZk/5bkfcnZdDsA/s320/marketstreet09b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388777856821166626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;October 8th&lt;br /&gt;Noon to 8:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mapquest.com/maps?&amp;amp;city=Brentwood&amp;amp;state=TN&amp;amp;address=219%20Granny%20White%20Pike"&gt;Directions to Brentwood Academy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then on &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;, drop by and visit us at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.fellowshipnashville.org/content/Calendar/EventDetails.aspx?eventId=524"&gt;The French Market&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SsjI6Wi--aI/AAAAAAAABZs/X9vBu7f-q_s/s1600-h/Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SsjI6Wi--aI/AAAAAAAABZs/X9vBu7f-q_s/s320/Image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388777858959079842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;October 9th&lt;br /&gt;4:00-7:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mapquest.com/maps?name=Fellowship+Bible+Church&amp;amp;city=Brentwood&amp;amp;state=TN&amp;amp;address=1210+Franklin+Rd&amp;amp;zipcode=37027&amp;amp;country=US&amp;amp;latitude=35.994743&amp;amp;longitude=-86.811593&amp;amp;geocode=ADDRESS&amp;amp;id=22437229"&gt;Directions to Fellowship Bible Church&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-1159193393697233983?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/1159193393697233983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=1159193393697233983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/1159193393697233983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/1159193393697233983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2009/10/out-on-town.html' title='Out On the Town'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SsjI6OlRAiI/AAAAAAAABZk/5bkfcnZdDsA/s72-c/marketstreet09b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-4395075155523920655</id><published>2009-07-16T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T08:57:19.452-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='groups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chapter six'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book clubs'/><title type='text'>Discussion Questions: Chapter Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SmCfJ3GQf4I/AAAAAAAABY0/erccSiCjfq4/s1600-h/chapter+six+art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SmCfJ3GQf4I/AAAAAAAABY0/erccSiCjfq4/s320/chapter+six+art.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359458548328726402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1 – Read the story from John 4:7-30. Note how Jesus asked the woman He met at the well introspective questions about herself. He pointed her to the truth, and then she went back to her life. Look at what she did in verse 29 and the result in verse 30. Brainstorm together how you each can share your experiences going through this book with others in your city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 – Have you experienced any resistance from others around you as you have tried to make changes in your self and in your life? Share some of these with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 – What is one thing that you ABSOLUTELY have to have in your life? What is one thing that you want to RID yourself of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 – After sharing some of the questions from page 154 with someone else, what was a surprise you found. How did this help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5– Discuss the differences between being selfish and taking care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 – Share a hero you listed on page 159. What is it about their life that you admire? How can you emulate them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 – Think long term, small changes. Have each person share one resolution from page 160. Take a minute to list something you can do right now to begin to fulfill the goal. Commit together to a time- table to accomplish that one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 – Before you come to the discussion today. Stop at a store that sells paint. Select a paint sample strip with your favorite color on it. On the back, write down your name. Beside it write a definition of yourself. Keep this as a concrete souvenir, a bookmark from your journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 – Either as a group or individually, send an email to unwrittentravels@gmail.com. Tell us how the book impacted your life. What part did you like the best? The least?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-4395075155523920655?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/4395075155523920655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=4395075155523920655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/4395075155523920655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/4395075155523920655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2009/07/discussion-questions-chapter-six.html' title='Discussion Questions: Chapter Six'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SmCfJ3GQf4I/AAAAAAAABY0/erccSiCjfq4/s72-c/chapter+six+art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-1050265945359202012</id><published>2009-07-16T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T08:59:06.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chapter five'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='groups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book clubs'/><title type='text'>Discussion Questions: Chapter Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SmCfsjJ0CCI/AAAAAAAABY8/AH6MQlmeOek/s1600-h/chapter+five+art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SmCfsjJ0CCI/AAAAAAAABY8/AH6MQlmeOek/s320/chapter+five+art.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359459144270350370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1 - Bring in your favorite childhood snack to share during this time together. If anyone has any really funny childhood pictures, bring them along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 – Go around the group and give a one-word answer. When you first thought about taking a look at your past, did you feel mainly positive or negative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Now look on page 132, which word do you most relate to when thinking about your past? Grace, Appreciation, Resilience, Redemption Give a brief description of why this word resounds with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 – How did your role in your family of origin affect your life as an adult?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 – Can you describe one way you can see God’s hand in your past? Your present?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 – Write notes to yourselves to paste in your book on page 142. On the note list three things you can be thankful for about your past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 – Share something that a family member has done or said to you to make you feel loved and accepted. After listening to each other’s stories, pick one idea to share with someone you would like to bless in your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 – What was your favorite song from your past that you put on your soundtrack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 – What life lesson do you want to make sure you pass on to future generations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 – Share one of the moments of pure joy that you listed on page 144. Compare. Did any group members share similar moments? Are these moments something you can recreate as an adult? To do with your friends? With your children? Plan a joyful time to experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-1050265945359202012?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/1050265945359202012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=1050265945359202012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/1050265945359202012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/1050265945359202012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2009/07/discussion-questions-chapter-five.html' title='Discussion Questions: Chapter Five'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SmCfsjJ0CCI/AAAAAAAABY8/AH6MQlmeOek/s72-c/chapter+five+art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-994857869267303295</id><published>2009-07-16T13:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T09:08:25.463-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='groups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chapter four'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book clubs'/><title type='text'>Discussion Questions: Chapter Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SmCh5ev67aI/AAAAAAAABZE/5XN5KAmAYs0/s1600-h/chapter+four.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SmCh5ev67aI/AAAAAAAABZE/5XN5KAmAYs0/s320/chapter+four.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359461565449563554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1 – Share your top two or three values with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 – Give examples of how these values have impacted your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 – Any values conflict? Any values help or hurt the fulfillment of your goals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 – Read your descriptions of yourselves from page 118.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 – Trade addresses. Sometime this week mail a postcard to a partner from the group. On the postcard, tell them something you admire about them as you have become acquainted more intimately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 – Encourage each other. After each person who feels comfortable share one entry from page 121, write down the new perspective they are trying to develop with someone they love. Commit to pray for each other during the next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 – Share your ideas from the Road Trip on page 123. Write down some ideas from the group that you want to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 – Read some of the laws you have written on pages 124-125. Have one person be the recorder and write a “Ten Commandments” list for your group. This can be serious or humorous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 – What real law do you HATE? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 – Write down three words or phrases that describe how you would like to be remembered. Share one thing you will do NOW to be sure you are described in this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-994857869267303295?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/994857869267303295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=994857869267303295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/994857869267303295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/994857869267303295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2009/07/dis.html' title='Discussion Questions: Chapter Four'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SmCh5ev67aI/AAAAAAAABZE/5XN5KAmAYs0/s72-c/chapter+four.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-5094630341203099015</id><published>2009-07-16T13:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T09:09:58.176-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chapter three'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='groups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book clubs'/><title type='text'>Discussion Questions: Chapter Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SmCiRPXjG0I/AAAAAAAABZM/uihUD7tJYNA/s1600-h/chapter+three+art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SmCiRPXjG0I/AAAAAAAABZM/uihUD7tJYNA/s320/chapter+three+art.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359461973637667650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1 – During your meeting today, try to note any time you begin to lose focus and think about something unrelated to your time together. If you begin to think about what you need at the grocery store, etc. stop and share. You may be surprised how hard it is to concentrate on your time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 – Share what you noticed about your thoughts when you tried to stop and be quiet. What did this show you about your self?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 – When you tried to stop thinking about all of the external stuff, did any deep desires come to the surface?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 – Think about what aspect of God’s character most attracts you to Him. Some need God to be a righteous judge, some a father. Discuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 – List something that has changed about your spiritual beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 – From page 90, discuss how you think that someone’s thoughts about God affect their thoughts about who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 – From page 92-94, the Ecclesiastes passage, have each person in the group share one of their entries describing a “time” in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 – Discuss the season of life you are in right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 – Think of some ways you have been forgiven. How can this help you to forgive others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 – Share your poems from page 102. Have everyone share his or her new names.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-5094630341203099015?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/5094630341203099015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=5094630341203099015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/5094630341203099015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/5094630341203099015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2009/07/discussion-questions-chapter-three.html' title='Discussion Questions: Chapter Three'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SmCiRPXjG0I/AAAAAAAABZM/uihUD7tJYNA/s72-c/chapter+three+art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-6800179233476323688</id><published>2009-07-16T13:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T09:10:59.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chapter two'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='groups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book clubs'/><title type='text'>Discussion Questions: Chapter Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SmCihF76UII/AAAAAAAABZU/H8yBtQjbsT8/s1600-h/chapter+two+art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SmCihF76UII/AAAAAAAABZU/H8yBtQjbsT8/s320/chapter+two+art.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359462245983735938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1 – This may feel uncomfortable at first, but practice makes things easier. We are all good at pointing out our faults physically. On page 37 you were asked to list a feature about yourself that you love. Go around the group and complete this sentence out loud: The feature I love about my physical appearance is _____________________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 – Write a definition of yourself. Answer the questions: who, what, when, where and why as best you can. Act like you are writing a character description for a novel, the character is you. Read your definitions to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 – Share one of your ideas to reduce the impact of time eaters in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 – Page 46 asks – “Does your life look like the life you hoped it would be 10 years ago? Think forward. How do you hope you will be spending your time differently 10 years from now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 – Share how the to-do list worked for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 – Share some ideas you discovered that could change your ordinary day into your extraordinary day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 – Everyone share one free idea to do with your family or friends from page 53.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 – From page 54, discuss some of the things you have done to make your life work that you had no training to do. Share some of the areas from the “Road Trip” on that page that you want to learn more about. If someone in your group has expertise or book referrals about your topic, use each other for resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 – Share your experiences from intentionally listening to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 – What did you feel grateful for after taking a look at your self, your home, your schedule and your family and friends?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-6800179233476323688?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/6800179233476323688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=6800179233476323688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/6800179233476323688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/6800179233476323688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2009/07/discussion-questions-chapter-two.html' title='Discussion Questions: Chapter Two'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SmCihF76UII/AAAAAAAABZU/H8yBtQjbsT8/s72-c/chapter+two+art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-6588085696338801465</id><published>2009-07-16T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T09:12:04.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='groups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chapter one'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book clubs'/><title type='text'>Discussion Questions: Chapter One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SmCizLdzdGI/AAAAAAAABZc/Cm2s0zv2qbk/s1600-h/chapter+one+the+honeymoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SmCizLdzdGI/AAAAAAAABZc/Cm2s0zv2qbk/s320/chapter+one+the+honeymoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359462556705715298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1 – Why do couples go on a honeymoon after their wedding? What is the purpose? What did you feel when you thought of a honeymoon with yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 – Page 4 states “The things you love say something about you…listen.” Why is it important to know what you like and dislike? Is this superficial? Selfish? Necessary? Why? How does this relate to fulfilling your life purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 – Did anything surprise you about yourself as you completed this chapter? Did you see yourself as a unique creation? Look at the person on the right, share one thing you learned about your unique self with them. Listen to their revelation. Make sure you’ve listed those things on page 21-22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 – Write down one of your wishes from page 15 on an index card. Trade cards with a member of your group. Use their card for a bookmark. Pray and hope with each other that your dreams will come to fruition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 – Share some of your morning and evening rituals. Pick out a new idea to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 – Was there anything you realized you disliked but were doing unnecessarily due to someone else’s expectations? (Page 17 &amp;amp; 18)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 – You may want to provide colored pencils or markers to do your creative excursion together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 – Ask a few people to bring in CDs of their favorite songs. Listen to them together. (page 13 &amp;amp; 14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 – One of the main things women yearn for is to be heard and to be known. From completing this chapter you should know yourself better. Have each person in the group pick one of these questions and answer it out loud.&lt;br /&gt;  What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;  What are you good at?&lt;br /&gt;  What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 – Allow a few people to read their souvenirs from the chapter out loud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-6588085696338801465?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/6588085696338801465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=6588085696338801465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/6588085696338801465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/6588085696338801465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2009/07/honeymoon-discussion-questions.html' title='Discussion Questions: Chapter One'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SmCizLdzdGI/AAAAAAAABZc/Cm2s0zv2qbk/s72-c/chapter+one+the+honeymoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-1542211216523246526</id><published>2009-05-26T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:30:10.235-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='page 8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design your spot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chapter one'/><title type='text'>spotless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/Shx6HUZQuFI/AAAAAAAABYo/bKSnVXRVCTQ/s1600-h/spotless+art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/Shx6HUZQuFI/AAAAAAAABYo/bKSnVXRVCTQ/s320/spotless+art.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340277524306901074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Where, O where, is my spot?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can show you the kitchen, the family room, the dining room, the kid’s rooms, the master bedroom and certainly the laundry room.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But where is my spot?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On some days it is easier to find hidden pictures of Waldo than it is to find a spot just for me in my own house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; We recently moved into a new house.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In this house, I have my very own room, my study, my little get-away.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even with the actual space available to me, I have not taken ownership of it.      I do not have the resources (time or money) to create an official place of my own.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or at least, that is how it seems. Last weekend, as I sat working on these pages, I made a list of things I could do with no money and very little time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;1)&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;clean junk/trash/other people’s stuff out of the office&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;2)&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;choose a paint color/color scheme for the room&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;3)&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;find a wallpaper for focal wall&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;4)&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;vacuum the room&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;5)&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;create a basket of necessary treasures (markers, pens, scissors, tape, chocolate)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; My mom gave me full access to our attic when I was 11 years old.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was my hiding place.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My baby sister’s old crib became a little couch for me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some old lamps and suitcases made an eclectic reading area.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once in a while, I invited a friend (or a brother, if he was on his best behavior) to visit, but most of the time, it was just for me—to read, to think, to figure out who I was in this new phase of my life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I was up in that attic, I was not concerned with the perfect décor for my space.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was delighted at the junk I could arrange and re-arrange into a cozy corner where I could be whatever I wanted to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In order for me to truly inhabit this new space of mine in my grown up world, I had to take on that same perspective I had as a child.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In one corner, I have a bookshelf.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Each shelf houses a different aspect of my life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By the window, I have my desk (inherited by my husband’s grandmother).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We happened to have an extra mattress that is now piled high with a quilt from my grandmother and the pink fairy sheets that my daughter has outgrown. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sunday afternoon, I opened my windows, listened to the rain and had a rest on my lounge chair.  My room is not what I hope it will be, nowhere close to perfection, but it is comfortable and peaceful—which is exactly the kind of spot I need right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What steps (big or small) have you taken toward designing your own spot?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-1542211216523246526?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/1542211216523246526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=1542211216523246526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/1542211216523246526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/1542211216523246526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2009/05/spotless.html' title='spotless'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/Shx6HUZQuFI/AAAAAAAABYo/bKSnVXRVCTQ/s72-c/spotless+art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-1810269728239105295</id><published>2009-04-24T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T08:04:40.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='page 6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='page 5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chapter one'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the honeymoon'/><title type='text'>your favorite things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The way to love life is to love many things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Van Gogh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SfHL6p4YQ5I/AAAAAAAABYg/3xl22J2q3RA/s1600-h/present.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SfHL6p4YQ5I/AAAAAAAABYg/3xl22J2q3RA/s320/present.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328264042691183506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started Unwritten Travels today.  For the first time since our book was cut and pasted into a binder, I am filling in the blanks of my very own copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I am &lt;img src="file:///Users/jennyblack/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/jennyblack/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;overcommitted&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (spell check doesn't recognize that word, but I looked it up in the dictionary and that is the correct spelling.  Maybe my computer is using the red pen on my life, underlining that word to remind me that it is unhealthy and unproductive to be overcommitted.)&lt;/span&gt;, my house has a protective layer of dust and soap scum on all surfaces, and I am headed to a bridal luncheon in just a few minutes (for the stunning Elizabeth Mc Knight, doodler extrodinare of all things Unwritten), I actually sat on my back porch and filled out the list of my favorite things.&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, that was one sentence.  I need a blog editor.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It almost felt obsene. &lt;br /&gt;What buisness do I have thinking about my favorite things on a day like today, in a month like this month, where there is too much to do and not near enough time or energy to do it?&lt;br /&gt;But I did it anyway, because if I weren't me, I would be lecturing you on taking time for yourself ESPECIALLY  in the hardest times.  So I listened to me telling you that this is good for you&lt;br /&gt;~healthy actually, like eating vegetables, wholegrains and drinking lots of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was.&lt;br /&gt;I felt this tired part of myself stretch her little arms out, look up for the first time in a while, and remember that she matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My favorite color:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3191.visualblogging.com/archives/11518_1443007713/325180"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; yummy blue (the little sticks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favortie article of clothing:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com.sg/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;amp;item=250399097762"&gt;pink polka dot skirt&lt;/a&gt; that I am wearing tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite sport&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.zumba.com/us/"&gt;zumba&lt;/a&gt; (according to my definition of sport, anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite book:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Know_This_Much_Is_True"&gt;I Know This Much is True&lt;/a&gt; by Wally Lamb&lt;br /&gt;and anything by &lt;a href="http://www.marisadelossantos.com/"&gt;Marisa de los Santos&lt;/a&gt;. I wrote her last year on National Author's Day and she wrote me back the kindest letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite shoes:&lt;/span&gt; I am wearing them right now. Strapy floral wedge sandals.  They make me smile every time I peek at my feet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite gift(s) received:&lt;/span&gt; my camera, my engagement ring, my grandmother's ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfulness overwhems me as I reflect on the many things I love about my life.&lt;br /&gt;Well, my timer went off to alert me that I must get on with the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you learned about yourself from filling out Your Favorite Things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-1810269728239105295?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/1810269728239105295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=1810269728239105295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/1810269728239105295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/1810269728239105295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2009/04/your-favorite-things.html' title='your favorite things'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SfHL6p4YQ5I/AAAAAAAABYg/3xl22J2q3RA/s72-c/present.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-8067962230373120550</id><published>2009-04-07T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T14:20:29.005-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='southern women&apos;s show'/><title type='text'>showing off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/Sdu9YFK0fEI/AAAAAAAABX4/pMnF2e9kUZw/s1600-h/DSC_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/Sdu9YFK0fEI/AAAAAAAABX4/pMnF2e9kUZw/s320/DSC_0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322055606070443074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/Sdu9X1uPfCI/AAAAAAAABXw/UI3z4XAarcU/s1600-h/DSC_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/Sdu9X1uPfCI/AAAAAAAABXw/UI3z4XAarcU/s320/DSC_0041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322055601924045858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/Sdu9Y87JV9I/AAAAAAAABYI/JORnAARfsUQ/s1600-h/DSC_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/Sdu9Y87JV9I/AAAAAAAABYI/JORnAARfsUQ/s320/DSC_0049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322055621037086674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;What are my dreams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I who I want to be at this time in my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I give my life to others and still hold on to my unique self?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the questions we asked hundreds of women to ask themselves this weekend at the Southern Women's Show in Nashville, TN. &lt;br /&gt;We found the best way to describe our book is an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;activity book for real life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jenny Ann did a fantabulous job designing and building our booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a big glass &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Dream Jar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with pieces of paper for women to write down a dream they have for their life.  Some women did not have a dream. &lt;br /&gt;We told them they NEEDED our book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many women inspired us by their stories, their dreams, and the difficult and wonderful decisions they are making for good in their lives.  We talked to a woman who had survived four different types of cancer.  A financial adviser (with a name like a superhero) who realized that people did not need more money, they needed a vision for their life (and he thinks our book can help).  A woman who did not think she was smart enough to get her Master's Degree, but she pressed on and now she has her dream job as a librarian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to ALL who came by and visited our booth.&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to The Lisas, Linda, Mary Kay, Angela, and our sweet husbands, Steve and Adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-8067962230373120550?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/8067962230373120550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=8067962230373120550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/8067962230373120550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/8067962230373120550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2009/04/showing-off.html' title='showing off'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/Sdu9YFK0fEI/AAAAAAAABX4/pMnF2e9kUZw/s72-c/DSC_0043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-5853008633489028410</id><published>2009-04-01T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:30:54.541-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='southern women&apos;s show'/><title type='text'>Nashville Southern Women's Show 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SdQhqz5A0WI/AAAAAAAABXg/LKUzzNFy5m4/s1600-h/wsface08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SdQhqz5A0WI/AAAAAAAABXg/LKUzzNFy5m4/s400/wsface08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319914079198957922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow begins a big fun time for Unwritten Travels.  Thursday through Sunday we will be hosting a booth at the Southern Women's Show.  It would be a thrill to see you there.  We are in booth #1003.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-5853008633489028410?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/5853008633489028410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=5853008633489028410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/5853008633489028410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/5853008633489028410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2009/04/nashville-southern-womens-show-2009.html' title='Nashville Southern Women&apos;s Show 2009'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SdQhqz5A0WI/AAAAAAAABXg/LKUzzNFy5m4/s72-c/wsface08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-1884532286918299086</id><published>2009-03-25T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T19:29:25.679-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chapter one'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the honeymoon'/><title type='text'>below E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/ScqEfi1rtXI/AAAAAAAABXY/SQ5Ikpx-of4/s1600-h/DSC_0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/ScqEfi1rtXI/AAAAAAAABXY/SQ5Ikpx-of4/s320/DSC_0183.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317207987527071090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is this gauge in my car, right above the steering wheel.  It has a little red bar that points somewhere between an F and an E, letting me know how much gas is in my car.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, it attempts to let me know.  It tries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It just doesn't get my life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What if I did live that kind of life? Where each morning, I peacefully walked to my car (alone),  slipped my travel mug into my cup holder (that still knew how to hold cups), turned on music (that I loved) and paused to check my gas level. What if I had the kind of life that made room for thoughts like, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey, I've got some extra time and I'm almost below a 1/4 tank, I'll stop and get some gas on my way to wherever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This morning, my son was calling me out the front door (giving me a minute by minute countdown), while I was prodding my slow and steady daughter to move her lovely little self out the door.  I thought I gave them their lunch money, but just as we are pulling out of the driveway, we discover the checks never made it to the van.  Back into the house to get the checkbook.  Once again, almost late to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stop and check how much gas I have?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until the morning my car doesn't start.  Genius.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm out of gas.  So, I call a friend who picks my kids up and takes them to school.  They are tardy, of course. Good friends help when you are in a pinch.  They also don't laugh (okay, they don't laugh too long) when you tell them you forgot to fill up your tank (again).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My life has been &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;c r a z y&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But there is a point when life's circumstances start to seep into my mind, heart and soul and, pretty soon, it is not just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt; that's crazy, but me.  Crazy, exhausted, angry, impatient, and sick.  Without a little red bar, and absolutely no warning light to alert me, I suddenly realize my tank is empty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder, how long I have been running on fumes.  The difference between my van and me, is that I can keep going even on empty. I can go for quite awhile. Until I can't anymore.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday was that day for me.  The day that I dropped my kids off at school, and (after filling up my car), came home and took a morning nap.  There were a thousand things I needed to do yesterday (and I eventually got to most of my list) but nothing good or productive could come from me until I got some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The world is not going to stop and wait for us to fill up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check in with your tank. What do you need right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of my favorite things to do when I am weary: sit for an hour with my coffee, soak in a lavender bath, get in bed an hour (or two) early, and watch an old movie instead of cleaning one afternoon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You think we could be as kind to ourselves as we are to our cars? No car can run on empty and neither can we.  Good-bye, guilt and unrealistic expectations.  Hello, Sanity! It's good to see you again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-1884532286918299086?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/1884532286918299086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=1884532286918299086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/1884532286918299086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/1884532286918299086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2009/03/below-e.html' title='below E'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/ScqEfi1rtXI/AAAAAAAABXY/SQ5Ikpx-of4/s72-c/DSC_0183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-3615353527109333902</id><published>2009-03-23T06:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T14:29:27.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chapter two'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sight-seeing'/><title type='text'>an unwritten season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SceRoS6IfzI/AAAAAAAABXM/5AtDvTbI_Ks/s1600-h/DSC_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SceRoS6IfzI/AAAAAAAABXM/5AtDvTbI_Ks/s320/DSC_0158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316378006590619442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has been a while since I have journaled, taken pictures of my daily life, or celebrated a small moment just for me.  This has been a time of getting sick, getting better, doctor appointments, dental visits, getting sick again, antibiotics, and lots of cough syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to document moments that are less about living and more about surviving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I define an unwritten season: A time in my life that I want to put in the past, so I can live the life I really want...somewhere...out there...beyond today.  I want to wait for one of those days that I get to hike through the woods with my family, find a delightful treasure at the flea market, or go on a romantic date with my husband. Those are the days I want to write about.  Those are the days I want to represent my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wait for the perfect days, I won't write.  I will have no snapshots.  There are disappointing things about the best days, and beautiful moments even in the midst of the worse ones. Often, the richest seasons of my story have resulted from struggle, disappointment, failure and defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get bogged down by life. Motherhood.  Marriage.  Change.  Making ends meet.  Real life can be exhausting.  It is easy to disappear in our own lives and forget that everyday is our story, everyday is our life.  Beautiful stories are not made of perfect moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, while cleaning out bobby pins and cough drop wrappers from my bedside table, I found a packet of flower seeds.  They aren't blooming anytime soon (I haven't ever successfully grown anything from seed).  But they reminded me to slow down and smell the daisies &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;-even if they are only seeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-3615353527109333902?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/3615353527109333902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=3615353527109333902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/3615353527109333902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/3615353527109333902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2009/03/unwritten-season.html' title='an unwritten season'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SceRoS6IfzI/AAAAAAAABXM/5AtDvTbI_Ks/s72-c/DSC_0158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-6320804226736286177</id><published>2009-03-18T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T12:15:27.112-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what others are saying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveling companions'/><title type='text'>traveling companions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/ScFHpI_5tQI/AAAAAAAABXE/7zPDeSNf65M/s1600-h/header4+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 137px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/ScFHpI_5tQI/AAAAAAAABXE/7zPDeSNf65M/s320/header4+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314607807389611266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thoughts from one woman who is taking the journey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unwritten Travels&lt;/span&gt; is years worth of therapy in a book that’s so intriguing and introspective you’ll be excited to learn (or remember) the next thing about yourself. Don’t deny yourself this fun book. You will find some simple things to add into your life that will simply, easily brighten your days. And, it’s just too fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is for anybody who spends more time thinking about others than themselves. It’s just for you. It’s just about you. It’s fun and it’s surprising because it leads you to learn or maybe remember something about yourself that helps you do what you gotta do day to day – but a little more joyfully. No major life overhauls necessarily, but little things that only you know and appreciate and need to work into your life just because it brings you some joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly I liked this book because it was just fun to complete. It made me think. It made me remember. It made me act on some simple things that easily brighten my day. I documented some things about me that taught my husband things he didn’t know before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made changes to my life after reading this book. I made simple, easy additions that cost me my pocket change, but didn’t significantly subtract from my precious, precious TIME. These are things that would not likely be understood by others, but they bring joy to me. So, there’s new joy in my life because of this book. I bought a reading light and used it, I put linen spray on my sheets, I light candles with matches not butane, I clean my toothbrush tray more often, I use lamps instead of overhead lighting, I take the two seconds needed to spray some perfume each morning, and guess what – no one in my realm of responsibility is suffering. No one in my family is neglected. No one at work or home is bothered by these things. I wonder if they really even notice I’m doing them. I am better for making time to do these things. I’m better on the inside where everything else (how I treat people, how I think, what I think, why I do things), gets decided. I’m reminded I can make these gestures of kindness to myself with only positive impact to the people I’m trying to do my best for and with. Don’t deny yourself the chance to do the same. Just don’t."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Angela Vaden (Franklin, TN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-6320804226736286177?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/6320804226736286177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=6320804226736286177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/6320804226736286177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/6320804226736286177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2009/03/traveling-companions.html' title='traveling companions'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/ScFHpI_5tQI/AAAAAAAABXE/7zPDeSNf65M/s72-c/header4+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-919227641754616985</id><published>2009-03-14T12:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T07:00:02.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onthehomestretch.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><title type='text'>on air</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/Sb-sUay1fuI/AAAAAAAABW8/r9ghfvCWeIQ/s1600-h/0009-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/Sb-sUay1fuI/AAAAAAAABW8/r9ghfvCWeIQ/s320/0009-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314155552110378722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being on Debbie's show was one of my favorite things I have ever done.  I know, that sounds dramatic (my daughter gets it from someone...), but I am telling you, it was one of my top 10 best life experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress and anxiety are two things I am quite comfortable combating. Taking exams, writing papers, meeting deadlines, paying my bills, getting lost in rush hour traffic--those things can completely unravel me.  I thought, for sure, that being interviewed on a live show would be terrifying, in that bungee-jumping kind of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is because Debbie Alan is such a generous and enthusiastic person.  Jenny W. says that when Debbie smiles you feel her joy all the way to your toes.  How could we not feel comfortable with that level of encouragement?  Maybe it is because Jenny W. was jumping of the cliff with me and she manages to make even the most intense situations hysterically funny.  Our interview felt more like hanging out and laughing with a couple of friends for 45 uninterrupted minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only moment where I was truly scared was when Debbie asked me about our &lt;a href="http://unwrittentravels.com/main.sc"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.  There were some dark hours in the days leading up to Monday morning.  Our website had some kinks that our little brains did not believe we could solve.  Without a place to order our books, we could not go on Debbie's show (and sell our book).  Like we said in the interview (like Jenny W. said as she rescued me from drowning in silence), our website is in process.  Today you can order our book, but keep checking, because it is getting better by the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have not listened to the interview.  But, I am sure that if we could figure out how to get our book on &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Unwritten-Travels-Jenny-Black-Watson/dp/0974523887/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1237217801&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;amazon&lt;/a&gt; and how to set up a paypal account, I can surely figure out how to handle the weirdness that comes with listening to my less that cohesive thoughts streamed online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.jennifer-bradbury.com/"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt;, Christina and Sandra for calling in.  You are brave and kind friends to join us on a LIVE broadcast.  Your questions were wonderful and sparked great discussion. Thank you to Steve, Linda, and &lt;a href="http://www.keonikphotography.com/"&gt;Keoni&lt;/a&gt; for being there to take pictures and cheer us on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you missed it the first time... you can listen to our interview about Unwritten Travels&lt;br /&gt;on OntheHomeStretch.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:%20window.open('http://www.wsradio.com/player/wsradio-player-link.cfm?player=windows&amp;segdate=030909&amp;segment=2&amp;show=onthehomestretch','wind','toolbar=0,location=0,directories=0,status=0,menubar=0,resizable=0,width=500,height=290,scrollbars=no,top=200,left=200');%20void('');"&gt;discovering what we loved...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:%20window.open('http://www.wsradio.com/player/wsradio-player-link.cfm?player=windows&amp;segdate=030909&amp;segment=3&amp;show=onthehomestretch','wind','toolbar=0,location=0,directories=0,status=0,menubar=0,resizable=0,width=500,height=290,scrollbars=no,top=200,left=200');%20void('');"&gt;stay at home moms join forces with a new passion and purpose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:%20window.open('http://www.wsradio.com/player/wsradio-player-link.cfm?player=windows&amp;segdate=030909&amp;segment=4&amp;show=onthehomestretch','wind','toolbar=0,location=0,directories=0,status=0,menubar=0,resizable=0,width=500,height=290,scrollbars=no,top=200,left=200');%20void('');"&gt;does journaling give you the jitters?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-919227641754616985?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/919227641754616985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=919227641754616985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/919227641754616985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/919227641754616985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2009/03/links-to-our-interview.html' title='on air'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/Sb-sUay1fuI/AAAAAAAABW8/r9ghfvCWeIQ/s72-c/0009-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-5242031755019344064</id><published>2009-03-12T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T15:27:22.396-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sales'/><title type='text'>empty boxes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/Sbl09R-gJfI/AAAAAAAABWs/ynoYaHrlSu4/s1600-h/DSC_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/Sbl09R-gJfI/AAAAAAAABWs/ynoYaHrlSu4/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312405831606609394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I first started working on this post a few days ago, it was to announce to you that we had sold our first box of books.  Would you believe, only 10 days after the arrival of Unwritten Travels, we have 3 empty boxes?  It is so fun checking our website and seeing people we have known from childhood, supportive family members and friends sharing in our celebration by placing orders for books.  We are still awaiting our first stranger order.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you, dear loved ones, for helping us empty these boxes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-5242031755019344064?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/5242031755019344064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=5242031755019344064' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/5242031755019344064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/5242031755019344064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2009/03/empty-boxes.html' title='empty boxes'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/Sbl09R-gJfI/AAAAAAAABWs/ynoYaHrlSu4/s72-c/DSC_0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-8673530916364485216</id><published>2009-03-08T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T07:19:35.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radio'/><title type='text'>On The Home Strech</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SbPRwXg2w3I/AAAAAAAABWk/dnpj9NWgx7Q/s1600-h/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 145px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SbPRwXg2w3I/AAAAAAAABWk/dnpj9NWgx7Q/s320/logo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310819014475694962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Monday, March 9th @ 10:15-10:57 am CST, we are going to be interviewed about our book, Unwritten Travels on  "On the Home Stretch with Debbie Alan."&lt;br /&gt;Check out the &lt;a href="http://onthehomestretch.com"&gt;show's schedule&lt;/a&gt; for details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can listen to our interview (during that time) at: &lt;a href="http://www.OnTheHomeStretch.com"&gt;http://www.OnTheHomeStretch.com&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;You are also welcome to call in for a live interview. &lt;br /&gt;The number to call in LIVE is: 877-474-3302.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope you are able to join us for this exciting time in our journey.  Thank you for the many  ways you have supported us through the process of writing and publishing Unwritten Travels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many blessings on the dreams you are pursuing today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-8673530916364485216?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/8673530916364485216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=8673530916364485216' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/8673530916364485216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/8673530916364485216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-home-strech.html' title='On The Home Strech'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SbPRwXg2w3I/AAAAAAAABWk/dnpj9NWgx7Q/s72-c/logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-7002314175495523191</id><published>2009-03-05T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T09:17:08.877-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chapter six'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='website'/><title type='text'>the missing link</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SbAHXoo-NbI/AAAAAAAABWc/Zb-Y2HwQ3XM/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 164px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SbAHXoo-NbI/AAAAAAAABWc/Zb-Y2HwQ3XM/s200/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309752063297467826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I woke up this morning and checked our &lt;a href="http://unwrittentravels.com"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;. Excitedly, I see that the “About the Authors” link is up, but the link to purchase the book is not activated yet. It will be at any moment!&lt;br /&gt;I love our website so far. One purpose of the site is to provide the ability for people to buy our book. Currently, you can look at it, learn about it and learn a little about us, but you can’t buy it through this site. One part, one link, is not doing its job. It’s like that every day in the world. We are all created for a purpose. Our purpose is many times revealed in the dreams, passions and hopes we have for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When any one of us isn’t fulfilling our purpose,&lt;br /&gt;something in our world is not as good as it could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, many women will discover or remember their purposes, dreams, passions and hopes through playing through the pages of Unwritten Travels. Hopefully, they will be able to take some practical steps to begin to live their lives in accordance with these discoveries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait to see what happens.  – Jenny Ann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-7002314175495523191?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/7002314175495523191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=7002314175495523191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/7002314175495523191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/7002314175495523191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2009/03/missing-link.html' title='the missing link'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SbAHXoo-NbI/AAAAAAAABWc/Zb-Y2HwQ3XM/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-6027041105491353641</id><published>2009-03-03T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:20:39.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='order your copy'/><title type='text'>boxes and boxes of books</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/Sa25TEzWkhI/AAAAAAAABWM/9nTkCI2hZkQ/s1600-h/DSC00302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/Sa25TEzWkhI/AAAAAAAABWM/9nTkCI2hZkQ/s320/DSC00302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309103273097466386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/Sa25Sp5ldxI/AAAAAAAABWE/BG4bGXolDWs/s1600-h/DSC00301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/Sa25Sp5ldxI/AAAAAAAABWE/BG4bGXolDWs/s320/DSC00301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309103265875851026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/Sa25R3bzouI/AAAAAAAABV8/qvho2gX1vxA/s1600-h/DSC_0005-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/Sa25R3bzouI/AAAAAAAABV8/qvho2gX1vxA/s320/DSC_0005-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309103252329177826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our due date finally arrived!&lt;br /&gt;Here we sit, proud, proud Mommas gloating over our newest baby.&lt;br /&gt;5,000 babies to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to purchase a copy (or 5 copies*) of Unwritten Travels:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. From our web site: &lt;a href="http://unwrittentravels.com"&gt;unwrittentravels.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You can send a check for the amount of $24.99* to&lt;br /&gt;Unwritten Travels&lt;br /&gt;P.O. Box 2783&lt;br /&gt;Brentwood, TN  37024&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Buy a copy* from us in person (we will always be carrying around books with us).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*For a limited time only (I have always wanted to say that)&lt;br /&gt;you can buy 4 copies and get the 5th copy FREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-6027041105491353641?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/6027041105491353641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=6027041105491353641' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/6027041105491353641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/6027041105491353641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2009/03/boxes-and-boxes-of-books.html' title='boxes and boxes of books'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/Sa25TEzWkhI/AAAAAAAABWM/9nTkCI2hZkQ/s72-c/DSC00302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072143740345724983.post-6993110827083911409</id><published>2009-02-27T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T16:20:57.647-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the honeymoon'/><title type='text'>Jenny Ann Blogs (for the 1st time)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SaiCm5-dnvI/AAAAAAAABVs/UQa1ThY5-Gk/s1600-h/DSC_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SaiCm5-dnvI/AAAAAAAABVs/UQa1ThY5-Gk/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307635765765578482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of my acquaintances would describe me as a “real people person” someone who has “never met a stranger.” One would think that a person with this personality would be all over blogging, sharing life with others via the internet. The majority of my friends and family have blogs. I have been encouraged by many to join the world of blogging. Yet, I am a virgin blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What only those closest to me know is that as much as I am social, I value my time alone more. I really like thinking and listening to my inner voice and truthfully don’t always want to share myself with anyone else. Jenny Ellen’s daughter says that everyone is her best friend; my daughters state the same thing about me. Why are we able to have many sincerely wonderful relationships? Partly it is because we spend time with and like ourselves first. Sound like a narcissist? I hope not, because part of the motivation for writing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unwritten Travels&lt;/span&gt; is to encourage others to be their own best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking recently about the process of turning our pages into a physical thing, I realized why people love their blogs. Elizabeth gave our book art. Don &amp;amp; Chris made it a thing of beauty. Ann helped make it understandable. Kevin worked on getting it printed and Mandy is at the plant making sure that the books get delivered. Charlie is working on the website. Another Don is getting us hooked up so people can buy the book online safely. Yes, Jenny and I wrote the book, but how many people worked together to turn it into a reality? How many people have their fingerprints all over it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started to read blogs and think I am beginning to get it. As I try to turn the thoughts and dreams that I think about in solitude into realities, blogs give me the potential to have many fingerprints on my own life. I can learn from the experiences and lessons others share, the interconnectedness. So, thank you to all of you bloggers. I hope you can be encouraged in your own life by the fact that Jenny and I set out to do something we knew very little about but had a passion for, and we are delightfully seeing it through to completion. Thank you also for sharing this first day of my blogging honeymoon.  – Jenny Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072143740345724983-6993110827083911409?l=unwrittentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/6993110827083911409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072143740345724983&amp;postID=6993110827083911409' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/6993110827083911409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072143740345724983/posts/default/6993110827083911409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittentravels.blogspot.com/2009/02/jenny-ann-blogs-for-1st-time.html' title='Jenny Ann Blogs (for the 1st time)'/><author><name>Jennifer Wise Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495290719898429917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SPJbdOrBy6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TufW1vHqio8/S220/DSC00857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sKJqHs9Vn8/SaiCm5-dnvI/AAAAAAAABVs/UQa1ThY5-Gk/s72-c/DSC_0025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:
