<?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-8717573001696094649</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:55:07.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CMISSYGO</title><subtitle type='html'>"People are often unreasonable and self-centered. Forgive them anyway. If you are kind, people may accuse you of ulterior motives. Be kind anyway. If you are honest, people may cheat you. Be honest anyway. If you find happiness, people may be jealous. Be happy anyway. The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway. Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough. Give your best anyway. In the end, it is between you and HIM not you and them."   Mother Teresa</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>THE REBER FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137419398598010549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717573001696094649.post-8017878858895173540</id><published>2011-12-08T14:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T08:19:11.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a CHEERLEADER, and I'm PROUD OF IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e103/brattyg103/poms_main.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="264" src="http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e103/brattyg103/poms_main.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When you think of the word &lt;b&gt;CHEERLEADER,&lt;/b&gt; what are the first three words that come to your mind?&amp;nbsp; Dont feel bad if they aren't nice ones; you'd be in the majority.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure most of us can understand that it is a stereotype; at least most the time.&amp;nbsp; Yet, nonetheless, cheerleaders (especially high school)&amp;nbsp; are not thought of very nicely.&amp;nbsp; Why is that?&amp;nbsp; Because it's true? Maybe sometimes.&amp;nbsp; Because we're jealous?&amp;nbsp; Maybe sometimes. Or, is it that for some reason our culture decided to label them that way?&amp;nbsp; Yes; unfortunately. Recently, I posed this same question to my facebook friends. (thanks friends!!) Here is a sample of their answers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When you think of the word &lt;b&gt;CHEERLEADER,&lt;/b&gt; what are the first three words that come to your mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Texas, Murder, Blonde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bubbly, Pretty, Crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Popular, Superficial, Skinny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Clique, Hair, Repetitive&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Spunky, Althletic, Crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fun,Exciting, Loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fun, Annoying, Fit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cute, Bubbly, Football&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Athletic, Energetic, Pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Blonde. Ditz. That's pretty much it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fun, Athletic, Cheerful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cute, Vain, Outgoing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Stuck-up, vain, and Annoying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Blonde/Ditz , Mean, Easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melissa Anne Bradley&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes, those last three words are MY FULL (maiden) NAME.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Literally, my two BEST friends think of ONLY ME when they hear the word Cheerleader.&amp;nbsp; It used to bother me, that even NOW(at almost 30), I am associated with a word that has such NEGATIVE connotations.&amp;nbsp; Yet,&amp;nbsp; I'm coming to understand, that it's for a reason.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; I AM A CHEERLEADER. I always will be a Cheerleader, and I'm proud of that. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My CHEERLEADING STORY&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I was in 8th grade I fell in LOVE with tumbling. Who wouldn't love doing standing back flips?!?&amp;nbsp; SO FUN!!&amp;nbsp; By the time I was entering high school I decided to try out for the sophomore cheerleading squad.&amp;nbsp; After all, I was LOUD, energetic, and I loved to TUMBLE.&amp;nbsp; Cheerleading&amp;nbsp; just seemed to fit my athletic ability and my personality.&amp;nbsp; What I didn't fully realize is that the STEREOTYPE of cheerleaders didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Referring back to the list above, the second to last three words are MINE.&amp;nbsp; They are : Blonde/Ditz, Mean, and Easy.&amp;nbsp; Why, if I &lt;b&gt;WAS&lt;/b&gt; a cheerleader, would I think of those 3 very negative words FIRST?&amp;nbsp; There is an easy answer.&amp;nbsp; It's NOT because that is how cheerleaders ACTUALLY ARE.&amp;nbsp; Trust me, I was around a lot of them.&amp;nbsp; It is because those are the words that I HATED being labeled as MOST, just by wearing the uniform.&amp;nbsp; I'm going to briefly touch on each of those three&lt;/span&gt; words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BLONDE/DITZ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have always been an excellent student. My parents strongly encouraged me to do my best and set my goals high.&amp;nbsp; Still, as adult, I love to read, write, and learn new things.&amp;nbsp; Why is it that people think Cheerleaders (and women with Blonde hair) have nothing valuable to say or contribute??&amp;nbsp; It baffles me.&amp;nbsp; Wearing a skirt and having pom poms DOES NOT SUCK OUT YOUR BRAIN!!!!!&amp;nbsp; I know that....because I still have one....and a college degree.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MEAN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Often cheerleaders are considered to be the "queen bee" of high school.&amp;nbsp; But, more often than not, PEOPLE (especially girls) HATE THEM.&amp;nbsp; Why?&amp;nbsp; Because they ASSUME they are STUCK UP AND MEAN!!!!&amp;nbsp; Are some of them MEAN??&amp;nbsp; ABSOLULETLY!!&amp;nbsp; But honestly, teenage girls in general can be so vindictive, conniving and awful to each other....its not JUST the cheerleader.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was raised in a household where we were taught to be kind; even to people who were not kind to us.&amp;nbsp; It REALLY bothered me that all the sudden when I became a cheerleader people just ASSUMED I was stuck up and mean.&amp;nbsp; I love people.&amp;nbsp; I love to be kind to people.&amp;nbsp; It fills my life with joy.&amp;nbsp; Everyone has bad days and can be mean, but its the exception, not the rule.&amp;nbsp; I truly believe that all people are inherently good.&amp;nbsp; God made us that way.&amp;nbsp; He is good, so we are good.&amp;nbsp; We CHOOSE to be mean.&amp;nbsp; We are not inherently so.&amp;nbsp; Just because you are a cheerleader, does NOT mean you have to choose to be mean, condescending, or snotty.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;EASY (or whatever your version is of it....my mom's was "loose")&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This one is the hardest for me to swallow. Of all of all three of&amp;nbsp; these stereotypes, it bothered me the most. It still does. I was raised to be modest and chaste in word, deed, and dress.&amp;nbsp; The first time I put on my cheer skirt I ABOUT DIED.&amp;nbsp; It was sooooo SHORT!&amp;nbsp; My dad would NEVER have let me out of the house in shorts that short!!!&amp;nbsp; But, it was a UNIFORM and my parents didnt even bat and eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I will tell you who did MORE than just bat their eyes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I will NEVER forget the first day I wore my cheer uniform to school.&amp;nbsp; I should have been proud. Right? After all, I was head of the Sophomore cheer squad. Yet, mostly, I was mortified.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I vividly remember walking down the main hallway at Orem High School.&amp;nbsp; There was a bench full of Senior boys.&amp;nbsp; As I walked past they made comments I wont repeat, whistled, ect. ect. &amp;nbsp; I went into the bathroom and cried.&amp;nbsp; I felt so used.&amp;nbsp; Imagine my relief when we got&amp;nbsp; to wear leggings underneath our skirts in the winter, or jeans and our Cheer sweaters.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Over time, I got used to the uniform (which I'm not sure is good)....but it sure made me realize that HOW I DRESSED affected how boys looked at me, and thought about my standards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In my time as a high school cheerleader...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; I learned a very valuable lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DONT LET SOMEONE (or a stereotype) SQUASH WHO YOU ARE JUST BECAUSE THEY THINK YOU SHOULD BE SOMETHING ELSE!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why?&amp;nbsp; because God made you the way you are for a REASON.&amp;nbsp; And ONLY YOU CAN BE THAT REASON.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The past 11 years since high school&amp;nbsp; I have become a many things. I am a friend, a registered nurse, a wife, and mother.&amp;nbsp; As I have spent my time learning and growing in each of those areas , I have come to realize that the saying "Some things never change" is very true. &amp;nbsp; When I wrap an arm around the mother of an ill child and give encouragement,&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; I am a cheerleader&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; When I&amp;nbsp; decorate crutches, or the bed of a child who is struggling to overcome illness or injury, &lt;b&gt;I am a cheerleader&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; When I hug my husband after an exhuasting day at school or work, &lt;b&gt;I am a cheerleader.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; When I urge my husband to accomplish his dreams,&lt;b&gt; I am a cheerleader.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; When I clap for my child taking their first steps, or writing their name, or learning to read,&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; I am a Cheerleader.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What we SHOULD think of when we hear the word CHEERLEADER is EXACTLY....what is spelled out in the word. &amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;CHEER &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;LEAD&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp; When we enthusiastically CHEER for someone, or even ourselves, how infectious is it??&amp;nbsp; Cheerleading is encouragement by example.&amp;nbsp; It is positivity, energy, optimism, faith, and enthusiasm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; EVERYONE NEEDS a CHEERLEADER in their life.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; We all need some one to tell us we can make it after falling on our face. (ask my friends and family, I have a knack for tripping and falling on my face).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In truth,&amp;nbsp; CHEERLEADERS really are the people who everyone wants to be around, and EVERYONE CAN AND SHOULD STRIVE TO BE A CHEERLEADER. We just don't call them CHEERLEADERS. &lt;/b&gt;Who doesn't want to be with someone, or be that someone, who see's greatness in everyone.&amp;nbsp; Who unites people in a cause and pushes through adversity??&amp;nbsp; Who waives their arms and shouts YOU'RE NUMBER ONE when you feel like you are already losing??&amp;nbsp; Who doesn't need someone in their life to tell them that they can finish the race, and that they will be there holding a banner when they get there.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am not saying that everyone needs to wear a tiny outfit and shake glittery pom poms (although I do ADORE pom poms.)&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; I AM SAYING that the world could use a LOT more Cheerleaders&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;We should be cheering for our families, our friends, our neighbors, our communities, our leaders, and OUR VALUES.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; We CAN make a difference, even if it's only to one person, it will make the world a better place.&amp;nbsp; Try it and see.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; Pick ONE person to be a CHEERLEADER to.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; See if you don't change the world ONE PERSON AT A TIME. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I have been told SO MANY TIMES that I was born to be a Cheerleader.&amp;nbsp; They are right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I am a CHEERLEADER, and I'm PROUD of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717573001696094649-8017878858895173540?l=cmissygo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/feeds/8017878858895173540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717573001696094649&amp;postID=8017878858895173540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/8017878858895173540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/8017878858895173540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-am-cheerleader-and-im-proud-of-it.html' title='I am a CHEERLEADER, and I&apos;m PROUD OF IT!'/><author><name>THE REBER FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137419398598010549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717573001696094649.post-6115773735308216761</id><published>2011-11-30T13:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T10:39:24.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The PRESENT</title><content type='html'>The word &lt;b&gt;PRESENT&lt;/b&gt; is what we call a&lt;b&gt; HOMONYM&lt;/b&gt; in the English language.&amp;nbsp; Meaning, it has multiple meanings for the same word.&amp;nbsp; My first grader often finds this either annoying or funny as she is learning to read and comprehend new things. When she encounters a homonym, silent letters, or&amp;nbsp; K and C that sound alike, she often asks me WHY???&amp;nbsp; My response.....Because the English language is stupid. (is there a better answer??)&amp;nbsp; To be completely honest Spanish makes so much more sense!!! &amp;nbsp; That said....HOMONYMS sometimes&lt;b&gt; PRESENT&lt;/b&gt; us with an "AHA MOMENT."&amp;nbsp; A sudden revelation how things relate to each other in a way we had not previously thought of. &amp;nbsp; I had one of those this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Since the week before Thanksgiving&amp;nbsp; I have been busily checking &lt;b&gt;PRESENT&lt;/b&gt;S off my childrens Christmas lists (as well as my own)&amp;nbsp; in hopes to not leave shopping to the last minute and avoid feeling stressed during this very magical time . &amp;nbsp; As I purchased&lt;b&gt; PRESENT&lt;/b&gt; after &lt;b&gt;PRESENT&lt;/b&gt; I began to really reflect on what it is I REALLY WANTED MOST THIS YEAR!!! &amp;nbsp; WHAT PRESENT did I want to give to myself????&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; WHAT PRESENT DID I MOST WANT TO GIVE TO MY CHILDREN???? Then is dawned on me..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The most precious PRESENT we can give to ourselves and our loved ones is............. to be PRESENT in the PRESENT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Did you like all those HOMONYMS???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a busy mother of three (and a third =) )with a husband in grad school, I have a long list of things to do that often occupy my every &lt;b&gt;PRESENT&lt;/b&gt; moment.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have taken notice lately that while I might "look" like I am listening to my 4 yr old tell me another account of Spiderman or my Six year old babble about her day at school I am not really&lt;b&gt; PRESENT&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And guess what???&amp;nbsp; THEY CAN TELL!!!!&amp;nbsp; Even my 23 month old baby has picked up the phrase "Listen to ME!!!"&amp;nbsp; and he's not even 2!!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Time for mom to re-evaluate her priorities and her focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY CHILDREN and my SPOUSE are the things I treasure most.&amp;nbsp; Our lives are busy......but often just because when we are doing one thing....my brain has moved onto the next. &amp;nbsp; I have come to realize that by not being&lt;b&gt; PRESENT &lt;/b&gt;in the &lt;b&gt;PRESENT&lt;/b&gt; I am missing the moments that bring the most JOY!&amp;nbsp; Just this morning my four year old came to tell me that his brother had a dirty diaper.......for the next five minutes I chased my little William around the kitchen table while he yelled "STINKY STINKY" at the top of his lungs.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It would have been a lot quicker to corner him and drag him in to have his diaper changed....but in five minutes time we were all laughing hysterically and still ended up with the job done.&amp;nbsp; Earlier my Jeffrey had come upstairs for breakfast to find me on the couch reading a book.&amp;nbsp; I could have jumped up to get his cereal before he asked for it....but instead I put down my book and opened my arms.....into which he quickly snuggled.&amp;nbsp; Soon enough, he (and his siblings) were asking for cereal....but not before I had squeezed in a cuddle with my tender boy.&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today I read another &lt;a href="http://powerofafamily.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-top-three-home-improvement-projects.html%20"&gt;blogpost&lt;/a&gt; that I loved in which a mother describes how her own mother had treated her :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was growing up, my parents &lt;i&gt;never &lt;/i&gt;treated me as an annoyance.&amp;nbsp; They were so loving and patient with me, and I never went to bed wondering where I stood with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times, I would walk into my mom's room and find her kneeling at the side of her bed in prayer.&amp;nbsp; She would immediately stop, look up at me, and hold out her arms so I would come give her a hug and tell her what I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I asked, "Mom, what do you tell God when I interrupt your prayer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied, "I just say that my child needs me, and I'll be right back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that God wants us to be&lt;b&gt; PRESENT&lt;/b&gt; in our lives.&amp;nbsp; He wants us to love and enjoy the wonderful family and friends that we have been blessed with to the fullest.&amp;nbsp; The people we love don't feel loved when they think we are not paying attention to them.&amp;nbsp; Even my (almost) two year old knows when I am distracted!!!&amp;nbsp; My six year old often chides me "Mom??? you're not listening"&amp;nbsp; I am listening.....but I am not &lt;b&gt;PRESENT&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; My children DESERVE a mother who is&lt;b&gt; PRESENT&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; After all....do&amp;nbsp; we feel truly LOVED by someone who acts like the only "sort of" care about them???&amp;nbsp; No.&amp;nbsp; We don't.&amp;nbsp; I want my children to feel my love.&amp;nbsp; To KNOW I love them!!!&amp;nbsp; I WANT to be &lt;b&gt;PRESENT&lt;/b&gt; in the &lt;b&gt;PRESENT&lt;/b&gt;....but HOW??? How in the world do I change my mindset????&amp;nbsp; How do I change my "always doing something" personality to slow down and be &lt;b&gt;PRESENT&lt;/b&gt; in the &lt;b&gt;PRESENT&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been earnestly thinking and (praying) about this the past few days.&amp;nbsp; Then came these wise words into my mind......THERE'S AN APP FOR THAT!!!!&amp;nbsp; (go ahead and laugh....Steve Jobs is sending me inspiration from heaven.&amp;nbsp; LOL) Thats it!&amp;nbsp; My IPHONE!!!&amp;nbsp; The soulution was that easy. I started to jot down funny little moments I spent with my kids in my I phone Lists. (because you KNOW I'm never without my phone).&amp;nbsp; To my surprise, what I noticed, is that by LOOKING for those little moments on a daily basis I was HAPPIER!!!!!&amp;nbsp; I STOPPED MY BULDOZER BRAIN in mid-thought to EJNOY what was happening in my house at the &lt;b&gt;PRESENT&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp; I sure laughed a lot more as I watched my kids without annoyance and allowed them to do things in their own way and own time. &amp;nbsp; Jeffrey rolling himself in his blanket to the bathroom to brush his teeth may have taken 2 more minutes but instead of nagging him to HURRY I had a good laugh instead.&amp;nbsp; The same thing when Caitlyn was "Bum dancing" her way down the stairs to bed after family prayers.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I smiled....I laughed......I was&lt;b&gt; PRESENT&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and you know what???.....&lt;b&gt;It felt like a PRESENT.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I am grateful to my Heavenly Father for his patience with me as I learn to me a mother, a wife, and a follower of Jesus Christ.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He is EVER &lt;b&gt;PRESENT&lt;/b&gt; in my life.&amp;nbsp; He always answers.&amp;nbsp; He is always there.&amp;nbsp; I hope in this Season of &lt;b&gt;PRESENTS &lt;/b&gt;I can keep Him in my&lt;b&gt; PRESENT&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I know that is the greatest&lt;b&gt; PRESENT&lt;/b&gt; I can give to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717573001696094649-6115773735308216761?l=cmissygo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/feeds/6115773735308216761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717573001696094649&amp;postID=6115773735308216761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/6115773735308216761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/6115773735308216761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/2011/11/present.html' title='The PRESENT'/><author><name>THE REBER FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137419398598010549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717573001696094649.post-403121135031454187</id><published>2011-05-22T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T10:58:47.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Modesty</title><content type='html'>Modesty.&amp;nbsp; A Hallmark of an LDS woman.&amp;nbsp; It has been something I have been thinking about a lot lately.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to share a funny expereince I had in Walmart a few months ago.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was shopping with my kids and I wandered by the swim suits.&amp;nbsp; As I was looking through them a group of about 5 teenage girls came over and were looking through the racks.&amp;nbsp; One of them held up a swim suit to herself and said to another "well?" to which the other said "Remember...MODEST IS THE HOTTEST".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Then they all laughed and moved on to another section of the store.&amp;nbsp; As they walked away I noticed that each of them were dressed modetly (granted it was Febuary).&amp;nbsp; I honestly wanted to run up and hug them all.&amp;nbsp; To tell them that I was PROUD of them for encouraging eachother to be modest.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to call and congratulate their mothers for teaching them modesty.&amp;nbsp; I will never forget that saying for as long as I live.&amp;nbsp; It will be a story I relate to my own daughter as she grows.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was reminded of a talk I heard by Susan Bednar when I was at Ricks college on modesty.&amp;nbsp; It really does reflect a respect for our bodies and for our relationship with the Lord.&amp;nbsp; Its a GREAT talk.&amp;nbsp; Here is the link &lt;a href="http://www.byui.edu/Presentations/Transcripts/MiscellaneousAddresses/2001_09_16_Bednarsusan.htm"&gt;http://www.byui.edu/Presentations/Transcripts/MiscellaneousAddresses/2001_09_16_Bednarsusan.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I remember being in high school.&amp;nbsp; I never felt very pretty or attractive and I SURE never understood the way my dress affected boys.&amp;nbsp; But I do remember the first time I went to school in my Cheerleading Uniform.&amp;nbsp; I remember being a naieve Sophmore in that tiny little skirt.&amp;nbsp; I remember walking by a bench full of Senior boys who said somethings I will not repeat.&amp;nbsp; I did not feel attractive.....I felt dirty and used.&amp;nbsp; What was I supposed to do???&amp;nbsp; I had to wear that uniform to school every game day.&amp;nbsp; It was awkward and because I had been raised in house where modesty was expected it was difficult for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I also remember a night I was heading out the door to a school dance.&amp;nbsp; I had just bought this hot pink shirt that I LOVED.&amp;nbsp; It was really tight...but it was long enough, had a high neckline, and it had sleeves so I thought It was fine.&amp;nbsp; My brother matt passed me at the top of the stairs.&amp;nbsp; He stopped dead in his tracks and told me to go and change.&amp;nbsp; I was ANNOYED.&amp;nbsp; But I changed...because if MY BROTHER noticed...surely other boys would. Sometimes I wanted to be noticed....but I'm glad that I had parents and a brother to look out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Modesty is something our world think is old fashioned.&amp;nbsp; But, it invites the spirit into our lives and reminds us to keep ourselves pure and clean. Its something I have recently rededicated myself to pay closer attention to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717573001696094649-403121135031454187?l=cmissygo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/feeds/403121135031454187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717573001696094649&amp;postID=403121135031454187' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/403121135031454187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/403121135031454187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/2011/05/modesty.html' title='Modesty'/><author><name>THE REBER FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137419398598010549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717573001696094649.post-4899261007214655309</id><published>2011-03-25T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T11:12:15.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What does it mean to be a Powerful Woman?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I have been pondering lately what I really WANT!&amp;nbsp; I have always wanted to be a STRONG woman!&lt;/b&gt; (like my mother)&amp;nbsp; But what does that really mean to me?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have become FASCINATED with the lives of women from church history....Lucky Mack Smith, Emma Smith, Eliza R Snow (did you know her middle name was Roxcy!!?) and Mary Fielding Smith.&amp;nbsp; What AWE inspiring woman who fearlessly trusted in the Lord, served others, raised families, and supported their husbands.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;THAT is what I want to be.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In recent talks Julie B Beck has referred to women as &lt;b&gt;"the Lioness" of their families.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; What a POWERFUL symbol.&amp;nbsp; ( I wrote a &lt;a href="http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/2010/05/lioness-at-gate.html"&gt;previous post &lt;/a&gt;about that) Beauty and strength mingled into one! I have never thought of myself as a feisty person.....or even very brave.&amp;nbsp; I have never done anything very heroic by the worlds standards BUT...I am learning more and more that when you love God the worlds standards just don't matter.&amp;nbsp; AT ALL.&amp;nbsp; The world would tell you that its DEGRADING to stay home and raise your children....the world will tell you that dressing MODESTLY and being CHASTE is old fashioned.&amp;nbsp; The world will tell you that Marriages are expendable and that you should worry about YOUR needs always being met to your hearts desire!&amp;nbsp; But the spirit will tell you differently.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There is more POWER in a faithful woman who is kind, chaste, and courageous than the world can imagine.&amp;nbsp; If the Lord created this earth by His power...JUST IMAGINE what we could do if we enabled ourselves with it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The Lord said in Matthew that if you have as much faith as a mustard seed you could move mountains.&amp;nbsp; LITERALLY!&amp;nbsp; Moses parted the red sea not with his staff (that was a symbol) but with his &lt;b&gt;FAITH!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Have you ever held a MUSTARD SEED in your hand??!??&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; Its so TINY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5O-sd_0vrOo/TM3OiS3PQII/AAAAAAAAAsk/SSLDn9pzjCU/s1600/MustardSeed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5O-sd_0vrOo/TM3OiS3PQII/AAAAAAAAAsk/SSLDn9pzjCU/s320/MustardSeed.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does that tell me about how powerful I could be???&amp;nbsp; How much good I could do??&amp;nbsp; How much I should TRUST the Lord? It makes me think about how little faith I must have now....and how I want it to grow like a mustard seed.&amp;nbsp; Into what the Savior called the "greatest of all herbs".&amp;nbsp; Why??&amp;nbsp; Because it becomes a HUGE tree! HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OFSDFI_Dm-s/TTsUjn6IdFI/AAAAAAAACdY/fIKybq2nTKE/s1600/mustard-tree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OFSDFI_Dm-s/TTsUjn6IdFI/AAAAAAAACdY/fIKybq2nTKE/s320/mustard-tree.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;THAT is what being humble, meek, kind, chaste, patient will make you.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A HUGE TREE OF FAITH!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;A shelter from the storm for all those "little birds" who are lost.&amp;nbsp; A firmly rooted example of POWER!&amp;nbsp; YES.....POWER!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The world has accused Mormon women of being weak, even blind.....but I am pretty sure those people have NEVER worked a miracle by their faith and prayers.&amp;nbsp; When you have that kind of Faith and are flawlessly obedient..... we will be able to call upon heaven for miracles.&amp;nbsp; And they will come to pass according to His will.&amp;nbsp; I will&amp;nbsp; never let the worlds judement make me feel powerless again.&amp;nbsp; For although a spiritual woman might appear to the world as lowly..........The Lords power is INFINTE and it is ours through our faith.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; DO you feel AWESOME YET!???&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; Seriously.&amp;nbsp; It changes the way you think about washing the dishes and changing diapers!!&amp;nbsp; Literally when we give our hearts and lives to Him I believe He&amp;nbsp; will make us more powerful and beautiful than we could possibly imagine.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bless me with the faith to become such a woman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717573001696094649-4899261007214655309?l=cmissygo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/feeds/4899261007214655309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717573001696094649&amp;postID=4899261007214655309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/4899261007214655309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/4899261007214655309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-does-it-mean-to-be-powerful-woman.html' title='What does it mean to be a Powerful Woman?'/><author><name>THE REBER FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137419398598010549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5O-sd_0vrOo/TM3OiS3PQII/AAAAAAAAAsk/SSLDn9pzjCU/s72-c/MustardSeed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717573001696094649.post-327259907283379225</id><published>2011-03-20T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T20:04:48.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh of Contentment.........</title><content type='html'>Well...I had a a realization the other day.&lt;b&gt; I am content!!!&amp;nbsp; CONTENT!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; I know that seems like a weird comment but I am a girl who never stops....I require myself to live up to an impossible standard of trying to be perfect and you now what...&lt;b&gt;.I'm just not!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; And I'm alright with it.&amp;nbsp; I ate a Dove Chocolate the other day(yes I eat too much chocolate)&amp;nbsp; and it said &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"its alright to be FLAWED and FABULOUS!!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; I've been thinking about how profound that is.&amp;nbsp; ONE that it came from a CHOCOLATE wrapper and TWO that is just what God must think of us...FABULOUSLY FLAWED and HE still loves me!&amp;nbsp; I honestly felt like shouting HALLELUJAH right then and there!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I just need PERMISSION to not try and be so overwhelmingly perfect because I ALWAYS end up feeling like a failure! Because the truth is I am a failure at being perfect and I always will be!&amp;nbsp; BUT.....I look around me and I have the Gospel of Jesus Christ, I have a husband who I adore...who I find ridiculosly handsome and charming and who...after almost 9 years of marriage I still want to spend the rest of etermity with....to grow old together!! Now THAT is exciting!&amp;nbsp; I have 3 kids..who are beautiful, smart, incredibly demanding and difficult to parent some days..but they are mine and I adore them.&amp;nbsp; I have wonderful parents, inlaws, siblings and friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sigh!&amp;nbsp; I love my life.&amp;nbsp; Somedays I forget that!&amp;nbsp; But God has been good to me!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There have been some not so fun times....I'm tired...I get frustrated and I sure have more bad hair days than good.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;But....all said and done.&amp;nbsp; I'm CONTENT!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; The Lord has done a great job thus far driving my life....to unexpected places no less....learning things I did not want to learn voluntarily...but.....nonetheless....I think I will just let Him keep driving.&amp;nbsp; And I am just going to go along for the ride and try not to Whine too much and try to see the beauty in all I have.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2K7kIn2q6kY/TYa__DaXayI/AAAAAAAAD5g/tfGVOfgENDw/s320/IMG_1784.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;See....I'm wacky....I cant take a normal picture....and I'm getting wrinkles....But I'm ok with it!&amp;nbsp; I'm Me and thats Just GREAT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717573001696094649-327259907283379225?l=cmissygo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/feeds/327259907283379225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717573001696094649&amp;postID=327259907283379225' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/327259907283379225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/327259907283379225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/2011/03/sigh-of-contentment.html' title='Sigh of Contentment.........'/><author><name>THE REBER FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137419398598010549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-q32njnJ3bqg/TYa_5B9cTJI/AAAAAAAAD5Y/bLoBzrP12Wc/s72-c/IMG_1771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717573001696094649.post-3431613005685194399</id><published>2010-09-21T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T20:01:58.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm SUCH A REBEL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So....that's a&lt;b&gt; GIGANTIC LIE!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; I am about as straight laced...mormon...conservative...as they come.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BUT...today I did something DARING.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(that I have always wanted to do....but never had the guts) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I DYED MY HAIR RED!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Ok so its reddish brown.... but its pretty shocking from dirty blonde.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It felt &lt;b&gt;SO LIBERATING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and truley I LOVE IT. (and surprisingly Jeff does too )&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I will keep it this way until March or so.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&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;Then...as if it could get any better...&lt;b&gt;I spent a WHOLE 25 bucks on MYSELF!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; I bought a few flirty little dresses and leggings on clearance at Walmart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; One thing my momma taught me......&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; was how to ROCK THE RACK!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Seriously though....I have to hand it to Miley Cirus for helping me keep my wardrobe fresh for close to NOTHING.&amp;nbsp; Granted ...I do mix her things with ADULT things ....so It works. Actually it ROCKS.&amp;nbsp; I LOVE HER SKINNY JEANS. (I have black and grey) and....I rock them like I was 17 =) AND I'M PROUD OF IT!&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 wore this cute little brown t shirt dress with a braided belt( 5$)....cream leggings (6$).....and Yellow moccasin flats (old navy last year 6$ clearance) and my RED HAIR from a box (7$)&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; GRAND TOTAL HEAD TO TOE......24$&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; and I felt like a super model.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&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 style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;No .... BETTER than a SUPER MODEL.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I FELT LIKE ME!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A HAPPY..... FASHIONABLE...not too young...not too old....beautiful...powerful....wife....mother....woman.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&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;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It was AMAZING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you have to change diapers and be drooled on.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;love it....and look GREAT DOING IT! &lt;/b&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/8717573001696094649-3431613005685194399?l=cmissygo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/feeds/3431613005685194399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717573001696094649&amp;postID=3431613005685194399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/3431613005685194399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/3431613005685194399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-such-rebel.html' title='I&apos;m SUCH A REBEL!'/><author><name>THE REBER FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137419398598010549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717573001696094649.post-4280469426251770950</id><published>2010-05-28T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T22:55:29.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 yrs ago............</title><content type='html'>Today is Cailtyns birhtday (for about 10 more minutes).&amp;nbsp; She is 5 today.&amp;nbsp; yes 5!!!&amp;nbsp; I have been very emotional today.&amp;nbsp; (probably mostly from lack of sleep).&amp;nbsp; I remember the amazing moment it was to hold my first baby in my arms.&amp;nbsp; A child of mine, a child of God.&amp;nbsp; I can't&amp;nbsp;think about the experience without tears.&amp;nbsp; I am so blessed to be a mother of 3 beautiful children.&amp;nbsp; I cherish each of them.&amp;nbsp; I am so grateful that theLord trusted me enough to make me a mother.&amp;nbsp; Its SO diffucult sometimes.&amp;nbsp; But a dream come true.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Caitlyn that today was like Mothers Day for me.&amp;nbsp; She didn't get it.&amp;nbsp; Haha.&amp;nbsp; But my heart is full.&amp;nbsp; Full of Joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you CJ!&amp;nbsp; Happy Birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717573001696094649-4280469426251770950?l=cmissygo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/feeds/4280469426251770950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717573001696094649&amp;postID=4280469426251770950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/4280469426251770950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/4280469426251770950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/2010/05/5-yrs-ago.html' title='5 yrs ago............'/><author><name>THE REBER FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137419398598010549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717573001696094649.post-1907719509186748546</id><published>2010-05-26T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T08:46:06.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever thought of TRIALS like THIS??!?!!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There have been times in my life when trials have come upon me and I have doubted&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;why? Why me?&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;But...as I continue to move forward through my little life I have witnessed time and time again the Lords mercy.&amp;nbsp; His tender mercies are so abundant. He has carried me many difficult days. And I am stronger....well I, of my ownself am not stronger.&amp;nbsp; I&lt;b&gt; am stronger because my FAITH in Him is stronger.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;I have been thinking a lot the past year about WHY we have trials.&amp;nbsp; I personally always figured that they were to teach ME something about myself.&amp;nbsp; Apparently this is NOT the ONLY reason for trials.&amp;nbsp; I have recently come to cherish the story of the people of Alma in the Book of&amp;nbsp;Mormon.&amp;nbsp; They were&amp;nbsp;a select&amp;nbsp;group of righteous believers who were converted by Alma (who was a&amp;nbsp;preist of the wicked king Noah) and&amp;nbsp;were baptized in the waters of Mormon.&amp;nbsp;They then were warned by the Lord and fled for their lives. They finally settled and built up a people unto the Lord.&amp;nbsp; Then...the Lamanites found them....and put them into bondage....under NO WICKEDNESS OF THEIR OWN.&amp;nbsp; Why???&amp;nbsp; Why would the Lord do this to a faithful people.&amp;nbsp; Ahhhh.....I LOVE THE BOOK OF MORMON!!!&amp;nbsp; Listen to the end of the story......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://library.lds.org/nxt/gateway.dll?f=id$id=tchg-pix.nfo:o:196$cid=tchg-pix.nfo$3.0$p=" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://library.lds.org/nxt/gateway.dll?f=id$id=tchg-pix.nfo:o:196$cid=tchg-pix.nfo$3.0$p=" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mosiah Chapter 24&lt;br /&gt;14 And I will also ease the burdens which are put upon your shoulders, that &lt;b&gt;even you cannot feel them upon your backs, &lt;/b&gt;even while you are in bondage; &lt;b&gt;and this will I do that ye may stand as witnesses for me hereafter, and that ye may know of a surety that I, the Lord God, do visit my people in their afflictions&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW AMAZING!&amp;nbsp; Our trials &lt;b&gt;AREN'T ALWAYS JUST FOR US!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; They allow us to gain FAITH, exercise that Faith and then BEAR TESTIMONY OF THE LORD's DELIEVERANCE&lt;b&gt;!!!&amp;nbsp; OUR TRAILS ARE FOR THE BENEFIT OF OTHERS......THROUGH OUR TESTIMONIES!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Staggering thought.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;And....look &lt;b&gt;how&lt;/b&gt; these people endured their trials................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vs 15 And now it came to pass that the burdens which were laid upon Alma and his brethren were made light; yea, the Lord did strengthen them that they could bear up their burdens with ease, and they did submit&lt;b&gt; cheerfully and with patience to all the will of the Lord. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I want to be more like them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; Happy and Patient&lt;/b&gt;.....waiting always upon the &lt;b&gt;WILL OF THE LORD.&amp;nbsp; NO MATTER HOW LONG IT TOOK.&amp;nbsp; Truly their trials....were for OUR BENEFIT.&amp;nbsp; Truly their examples were to BEAR WITNESS.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;Now its my turn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717573001696094649-1907719509186748546?l=cmissygo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/feeds/1907719509186748546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717573001696094649&amp;postID=1907719509186748546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/1907719509186748546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/1907719509186748546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/2010/05/ever-thought-of-trials-like-this.html' title='Ever thought of TRIALS like THIS??!?!!'/><author><name>THE REBER FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137419398598010549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717573001696094649.post-7750333424587672680</id><published>2010-05-23T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T08:31:43.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My NEW Favorite TALK EVER!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm loving the conference issue of the Ensign.&amp;nbsp; I am especially liking Julie B Becks talk &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“And upon the Handmaids in Those Days Will I Pour Out My Spirit”&amp;nbsp; link here &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-1-1207-3,00.html"&gt;http://www.lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-1-1207-3,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here are my&amp;nbsp; FAVORITE parts......and why.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"The ability to qualify for,  receive, and act on personal revelation  is the single most important skill that  can be acquired in this life. "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK....see me previous post "Lioness at the Gate" (also about a Julie B Beck talk)&amp;nbsp; about how this should be our &lt;b&gt;#1 priorety. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;This is a staggering concept for me.&amp;nbsp; Personal Revelation is more important than FOOD!!&amp;nbsp; Its the only thing that will ensure our families ETERNAL SALVATION.&amp;nbsp; Pretty IMPORTANT.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; BUT HOW DO I DO THAT?????&amp;nbsp; and....here comes my next favorite part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; "Insight found in  scripture  accumulates over time, so it is important to spend some time in the   scriptures every day. &lt;/b&gt;"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the ANSWER....&lt;b&gt;READ YOUR SCRIPTURES......EVERY EVERY DAY!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;So true....when I am reading my scriptures daily I feel so much more patient, focused and close to the spirit.&amp;nbsp; I am REALLY going to have to do better. &lt;b&gt;Maybe I should not allow myself real food until I have my SPIRITUAL food for the day&lt;/b&gt;...(as I sit here eating my egg and english muffin =) ) THAT would for SURE motivate me....haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;"....mothers can  feel help from the Spirit even when tired, noisy children  are clamoring  for attention, but they can be distanced from the Spirit if they  lose  their temper with children."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;OH this is a HARD ONE!!&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;Sometimes I feel like my screaming fighting children do nothing but drive the spirit right out the front door.&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; And then....disciplining them SURELY seems to do so.&amp;nbsp; I have GOT to be MORE PATIENT.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;I can not afford to loose the spirit because my kids poured cereal out all over the house or are intent on beating each other up or refuse to take naps.&amp;nbsp; I'm just going to have to speak more kindly and PRAY more earnestly for patience.&amp;nbsp; NO LAUGHING....SHE SAYS IT CAN BE DONE....It's going to take me my WHOLE LIFE to figure this one out. Ready.........GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;".... Because personal revelation is a constantly renewable source  of  strength, it is possible to feel bathed in help even during  turbulent times."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I love the imagery in this quote.....Oh how I NEED to feel BATHED in help from the Lord.&amp;nbsp; Life is HAAAAAAAAARRRRD!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Really Hard sometimes. (ok all the time right now) Sometimes its so easy for me to be frustrated and overwhelmed.&amp;nbsp; I often just DECIDE to let myself be grumpy and stressed out.&amp;nbsp; But if &lt;b&gt;I REALLY BELIEVE &lt;/b&gt;that my &lt;b&gt;LIFE IS IN THE LORDS HANDS &lt;/b&gt;then I should be able to just let&lt;b&gt; HIM BATHE ME IN THE SPIRIT OF PEACE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which brings me to my &lt;b&gt;MOST FAVORITE PART.......&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;The second general Relief Society  president, Eliza R. Snow, said this  to the sisters: “We want to be ladies in  very deed, not according to  the term of the word as the world judges&lt;b&gt;, but fit  companions of the  Gods and Holy Ones.&lt;/b&gt; In an organized capacity we can assist  each other  in not only doing good but in refining ourselves, and whether few or   many come forward and help to prosecute this great work, they will be  those  that will fill honorable positions in the Kingdom of  God.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Women should be  women and not babies that need petting and  correction all the time. I know we  like to be appreciated but if we do  not get all the appreciation which we think  is our due, what matters?&lt;/b&gt;  We know the Lord has laid high responsibility upon  us, and there is not  a wish or desire that the Lord has implanted in our hearts  in  righteousness but will be realized, and the greatest good we can do to   ourselves and each other is to refine and cultivate ourselves in  everything  that is good and ennobling to qualify us for those  responsibilities.”&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a class="featureslink" href="http://www.lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-1-1207-3,00.html#8"&gt;8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;WOW!!!! WOW! WOW!&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is&lt;b&gt; MY REALITY CHECK!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; I need to stop feeling sorry for myself when life is hard and realize that the LORD will grant all my righteous wishes and desires in due time.&amp;nbsp; Amazing Idea.&amp;nbsp; In other words....STOP WHINING!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Be happy!!!!!&amp;nbsp; This is the Lords plan and He needs me to be &lt;b&gt;POWERFUL not PITUFUL!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Seriously.&amp;nbsp; Amazing.&amp;nbsp; Inspiring!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here I go......Trying to be " a Lady&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; in  very deed, not according to  the term of the word as the world judges&lt;b&gt;, but fit  companions of the  Gods and Holy Ones&lt;/b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;"&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717573001696094649-7750333424587672680?l=cmissygo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/feeds/7750333424587672680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717573001696094649&amp;postID=7750333424587672680' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/7750333424587672680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/7750333424587672680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-new-favorite-talk-ever.html' title='My NEW Favorite TALK EVER!!!'/><author><name>THE REBER FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137419398598010549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717573001696094649.post-7779245568729985635</id><published>2010-05-16T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T14:35:40.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamonds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://topnews.in/usa/files/Diamond.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" src="http://topnews.in/usa/files/Diamond.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Diamond (from the ancient &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greek_language" title="Greek language"&gt;Greek&lt;/a&gt; αδάμας – adámas &lt;b&gt;"unbreakable")&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds were said to have originated in India about three thousand  years ago and were valued primarily because of their brilliance. In  those early days of diamond history, people thought diamonds were  mystical stones that could be used to ward off evil spirits or as  protection from harm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some believed they were good protective talismans for battle. At a  certain point, diamonds were even thought to be powerful magical gems  that could heal wounds or even cure sickness! By the time the Middle  Ages came, the lore surrounding the so-called mystical stones had  dwindled, and public interest in the aesthetic and commercial value of  diamonds perked up. Giving diamond wedding rings to bride-to-be’s turned  into a trend after Duke Maximilian of Austria presented Mary of  Burgundy with a diamond ring as his betrothal gift in 1477.n later years, after the Indian diamond supply had diminished, a few  smaller mines were discovered in Brazil and Borneo. These, however, were  not enough to address the rising demand for diamond wedding rings and  other jewelry. A sizable supply of diamonds was found in South Africa  sometime in the 1800s, which set the precedent for the world’s largest  diamond rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t until the later part of the 1970’s that the world’s richest  diamond deposits was discovered near Lake Argyle in Australia. To date, a  significant percentage of the world’s diamonds are supplied by the  Argyle mines. With this development, diamond wedding rings and other  jewelry have become so much more available to the public. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamond has remarkable optical characteristics. Because of its extremely  rigid lattice,&lt;b&gt; it can be contaminated by very few types of impurities&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Diamond is the&lt;b&gt; hardest natural material known&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Most natural diamonds are formed at &lt;b&gt;high-pressure high-temperature &lt;/b&gt;(between approximately 900–1300&amp;nbsp;°C) conditions existing at depths of 140 to 190 kilometers (87 to 120&amp;nbsp;mi) in  the Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this all very interesting in relation to the fact that most people have diamond wedding rings.&amp;nbsp; Interesting that it has become the SYMBOL of Marriage.&amp;nbsp; If only the world would really think about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Marriage....should be unbreakable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marriage....should be the STRONGEST relationship on earth.&amp;nbsp; IMPENETRABLE by anything or anyone.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marriages should&amp;nbsp; perfected over time and through enormous amounts of pressure. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marriage should be considered our greatest treasure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Imagine what the world would be like if everyone who wore a diamond on their finger as a symbol of their marriage......worked to have a marriage with the qualities of the diamond that symbolizes it?????? &lt;b&gt;STAGGERING THOUGHT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I believe that marriage between a man and a woman is ordained of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I believe that marriage, sealed in the Holy Temple by the Holy Priesthood, is &lt;b&gt;ETERNAL&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Someday....in a million years.....after we have passed through this life and journeyed into the world beyond.....I hope MY MARRIAGE sparkles brilliantly.....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Because it is my most precious treasure.....and because I took care to treat it as such.&amp;nbsp;&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/8717573001696094649-7779245568729985635?l=cmissygo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/feeds/7779245568729985635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717573001696094649&amp;postID=7779245568729985635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/7779245568729985635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/7779245568729985635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/2010/05/diamonds.html' title='Diamonds'/><author><name>THE REBER FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137419398598010549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717573001696094649.post-7818861785602904773</id><published>2010-05-02T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T13:53:17.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lioness at the gate......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.santarosa-lions.org/graceful-lioness.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.santarosa-lions.org/graceful-lioness.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today was our Regional Conference.&amp;nbsp; By the time I wresteled all 3 kids into their church clothes...and grudgingly found myself something to wear that fits, (blasted baby wieght =)) and got to the VERY crowded Stake Center....I was not feeling "full of the spirit" thats for sure.&amp;nbsp; But nonetheless...as Jeff and I had discussed that morning....we were being faithful...even when we REALLY would rather have stayed home in our pajamas than brave a 2 hour meeting with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Oh I am so grateful that I went.&amp;nbsp; Elder Hales, Sister Julie Beck, AND Elder Eyring!!&amp;nbsp; What a spiritual meeting.&amp;nbsp; Even between reading to my kids, picking up crayons, and stuffing them with fruit snacks to keep them quiet....the spirit was AMAZING.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sister Beck spoke of Rebekah from the Bible.&amp;nbsp; She was a woman who understood the plan.&amp;nbsp; She was a woman who trusted in the Lord.&amp;nbsp; She was a woman through which all of ISREAL would come forth.&amp;nbsp; Think what would have happened if she had faltered???&amp;nbsp; Think how PIVOTAL her role and that of Sarah, and Rachel as well..... Women of Faith, Courage, and Determination to serve the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sister Beck stated that&lt;b&gt; each of us are as important in our day as Rebekah was in hers&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Each of us has the responsibility to raise a righteous posterity to the Lord.&amp;nbsp; The consequences of doing so, or not, are UNMEASURABLE.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We are what she called &lt;b&gt;"the Lioness at the gate"&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; WE decide what will and will not enter our homes.&amp;nbsp; If something is not important to us....it will not be important to our posterity.&amp;nbsp; The influence&amp;nbsp; which we have on our own families and on Gods kingdom is VITAL.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As the saying goes "if mom aint happy nobody is happy"......but does that also work for personal righteousness???&amp;nbsp; If mom isnt righteous......What are the consequences...or the blessings???&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me the hardest part of Motherhood is often feeling like what I am doing doesn't matter.&amp;nbsp; Doing dishes, reading stories 200 times, changing diapers, driving kids to and from activities....it often seems so UNimportant.&amp;nbsp; It is SO easy as a mother to feel like an exhausted doormat.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sister Beck taught there are 3 ways to catagorize our priorities.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ESSENTIAL, IMPORTANT, and NICE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ESSENTIAL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Personal Revelation&lt;br /&gt;all things that help us RECEIVE personal revelation (cue sunday school answers)&lt;br /&gt;Teaching our children the gospel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IMPORTANT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical needs of self and family (bills, dishes,laundry)&lt;br /&gt;Making house a HOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NICE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal Hobbies&lt;br /&gt;Time with friends&lt;br /&gt;Travel&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were MY thoughts.....Having the spirit with me everyday is MORE IMPORTANT THAN FOOD!&amp;nbsp; It is more important that dishes, exercise, laundry, and friends.&amp;nbsp; Having the spirit with me entitles me to the personal revelation on HOW to be the LIONESS AT THE GATE.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It is what will not only save ME but it will save my FAMILY.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have to admit there are too many days I do laundry and do not remember my prayers...or scriptures.&amp;nbsp; For the most part.....according to these guidelines....my priorities need to be revisited.&amp;nbsp; I need to focus more on what will SPIRITUALLY save our lives....because THAT is what matters most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, in general, I need to remember that I am a literal DAUGHTER OF GOD and that my mission here is to bring my family back to him.&amp;nbsp; There is NO TIME to wallow in feeling small and insignificant. Raising a righteous posterity is my mission because it is the Lords mission.&amp;nbsp; I am the Lioness at the gate.&amp;nbsp; It is MY JOB to fiercely protect my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For this is my work and my Glory, to bring to pass the immortality and eternal life of man" &lt;br /&gt;Moses 1:39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: this entry includes no direct quotes from sister Julie Beck, only an overview of my feelings and impressions of her talk today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717573001696094649-7818861785602904773?l=cmissygo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/feeds/7818861785602904773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717573001696094649&amp;postID=7818861785602904773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/7818861785602904773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/7818861785602904773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/2010/05/lioness-at-gate.html' title='The Lioness at the gate......'/><author><name>THE REBER FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137419398598010549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717573001696094649.post-6047764306752473668</id><published>2010-05-01T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T17:57:58.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I go AGAIN.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Does anyone have a baby and then say...... I want MORE??!!?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; Seriously??&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;...apparently I do.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; Recently&amp;nbsp; I was looking at my sleeping 4 month old and I said to myself (i'm the queen of inner dialogue...which sometimes I speak out loud...don't be alarmed) &lt;b&gt;"Wow...I want ANOTHER one of these!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; Then I GASPED in spite of myself.&amp;nbsp; Did I REALLY JUST SAY THAT???&amp;nbsp; After I have spent the last 4 months being puked on, peed on, and listening to crying screaming children???&amp;nbsp; Yes.&amp;nbsp; Yes I did.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how quickly I forgot that I HATE being pregnant and feeling like CONCRETE and having no brain for 2 months after the birth because I haven't slept.&amp;nbsp; I haven't even figured out a way to drop the last 10 lbs from THIS baby??!!!&amp;nbsp; But, nonetheless I DO want another one.&amp;nbsp; Possibly 3 more.....call me crazy.&amp;nbsp; I'll save you the trouble.....I'll call MYSELF crazy.....Missy, You're CRAZY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717573001696094649-6047764306752473668?l=cmissygo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/feeds/6047764306752473668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717573001696094649&amp;postID=6047764306752473668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/6047764306752473668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/6047764306752473668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/2010/05/here-i-go-again.html' title='Here I go AGAIN.....'/><author><name>THE REBER FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137419398598010549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717573001696094649.post-8593992043496906476</id><published>2008-09-29T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:31:38.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummmm...that BUGS!</title><content type='html'>Ok...so maybe there are too many stupid things that bug me.  But....boys running with their shirts off is one of them.  GRRRRRR! Flabby blabby or six pack and sexy I don't give a hoot! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I CANT FREAKIN RUN WITH MY SHIRT OFF SO WHY SHOULD YOU! &lt;/span&gt; Ok....maybe I'm just jealous that other people can find time or energy to go running. (since I apparently cant with my two kids and commuting husband.) But...I am not changing my opinion EVER! and I mean it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717573001696094649-8593992043496906476?l=cmissygo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/feeds/8593992043496906476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717573001696094649&amp;postID=8593992043496906476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/8593992043496906476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/8593992043496906476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/2008/09/ummmmthat-bugs.html' title='Ummmm...that BUGS!'/><author><name>THE REBER FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137419398598010549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717573001696094649.post-3651645839009131880</id><published>2008-09-15T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T15:36:38.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I mean...HONESTLY!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been in a conversation with a bunch of women and felt like raising your hand and asking...Hello? What planet am I on?  When did women talk only about shopping and hair? Come ON!  Have I EVER bought a pair of shoes over 50$ no.  Do I really only get a shower every other day...or every three days? YES!  Ok so how normal does that make me? VERY!  So since I'm not running very much anymore I am dedicating my blog to the discussion of something more important.....HOW NORMAL AM I....honestly!  Ok so being a mother of 2 and driving a mini van at age 26 makes me pretty not so normal anyway! (ok outside of Utah!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717573001696094649-3651645839009131880?l=cmissygo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/feeds/3651645839009131880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717573001696094649&amp;postID=3651645839009131880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/3651645839009131880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/3651645839009131880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-meanhonestly.html' title='I mean...HONESTLY!'/><author><name>THE REBER FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137419398598010549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717573001696094649.post-8701598223814892296</id><published>2008-05-17T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:36:37.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I took 4th in my Division!!!  Woohooo!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not too bad for my first race post baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...and the winner of the whole race was in my division (she was freakin fast!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border: medium none ;" border="1" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr bg="" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="5%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="20%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="15%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="5%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bib No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt; 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    &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="5%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;  833&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="5%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="5%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;77&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="8%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;28:03.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="8%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;28:03.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="8%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="8%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;     9:19.6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="5%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;9:03/M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="5%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jamie Christensen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="15%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lehi  UT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="5%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;  419&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="5%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="5%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;81&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="8%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;28:10.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="8%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;28:10.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="8%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="8%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;     9:26.6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="5%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;9:05/M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr bg="" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="5%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Rebecca Roesler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="15%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Midvale  UT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="5%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;  394&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="5%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="5%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;83&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="8%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;26:37.8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="8%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;28:11.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="8%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1:33.7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="8%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;     9:28.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="5%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;9:05/M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="5%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Natalie Marquez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="15%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Riverton  UT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="5%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;  539&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="5%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="5%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;86&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="8%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;27:38.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="8%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;28:27.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="8%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;0:48.4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="8%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;     9:43.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="border: medium none ;" width="5%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;9:11/M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717573001696094649-8701598223814892296?l=cmissygo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/feeds/8701598223814892296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717573001696094649&amp;postID=8701598223814892296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/8701598223814892296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/8701598223814892296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-took-4th-in-my-division-woohooo.html' title='I took 4th in my Division!!!  Woohooo!!!!'/><author><name>THE REBER FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137419398598010549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717573001696094649.post-8874875417548258858</id><published>2008-05-03T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T07:26:52.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking the Halfway Point!!  14 miler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;14!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well I officially broke the half marathon point in training.  14 miles.....8 hills...and two silver dollar sized blisters later.&lt;/span&gt;  The sad part is that my blisters didn't even hurt by the end of my run because my legs were so tired they were practically numb.  This  run was definitely a major mental milestone for me too.  Last time I did this I was running with two running partners.(love U Mia and Maren!) So the miles were filled with girly banter and laughter even when we were so tired we felt like crying.  Now that its just me and my I pod I have to push myself to keep going.  I never knew I would feel so competitive running against myself.   So here I am 14 miles behind me....next long run will be 16..then 18...and then I am officially in marathon shape.  ( I wish my body actually looked it!)  Special thanks to my fabulous husband for putting the kids to bed...yet again...so I could torture myself of my own free will.&lt;br /&gt;   I do have to comment on one more thing.   Now that I am running for two hours at a time I have lots of time to notice things around me.   You'd think that because I am running through Provo (especially SOUTH provo) that there is not a lot to look at....but man the Mountains are so beautiful.  As I ran up the LOOONG hill towards the Provo temple yesterday It took my breath away.   The temple nestled into the mountains almost brought me to tears. (being pushed to exhaustion helped)  Not to mention all the tulips and cherry blossoms.  God sure is an amazing artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ldschurchtemples.com/provo/gallery/images/provo_lds_mormon_temple11-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.ldschurchtemples.com/provo/gallery/images/provo_lds_mormon_temple11-thumb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.123rf.com/168nwm/bburgess/bburgess0804/bburgess080400058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://us.123rf.com/168nwm/bburgess/bburgess0804/bburgess080400058.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.betterphoto.com/uploads/processed/0025/0510271452021floriade_tulips_2004_090_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.betterphoto.com/uploads/processed/0025/0510271452021floriade_tulips_2004_090_t.jpg" alt="" 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/8717573001696094649-8874875417548258858?l=cmissygo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/feeds/8874875417548258858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717573001696094649&amp;postID=8874875417548258858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/8874875417548258858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/8874875417548258858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/2008/05/breaking-halfway-point-14-miler.html' title='Breaking the Halfway Point!!  14 miler'/><author><name>THE REBER FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137419398598010549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717573001696094649.post-4912929772783425602</id><published>2008-04-22T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T21:26:08.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AterGater</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AterGater....my word for Gatorade!&lt;/span&gt;  I don't really know where or when it became a permanent part of my vocabulary but all I know is that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTHING is better than any icy bottle of gatorade on a long run&lt;/span&gt;......Its like happiness in a bottle to a dehydrated body! I managed to run 12.1 miles on Saturday.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It felt longer&lt;/span&gt;.  But I am still going farther each week so....I guess I am going in the right direction. Thank you ATERGATER....I couldn't do it with out you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717573001696094649-4912929772783425602?l=cmissygo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/feeds/4912929772783425602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717573001696094649&amp;postID=4912929772783425602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/4912929772783425602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/4912929772783425602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/2008/04/atergater.html' title='AterGater'/><author><name>THE REBER FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137419398598010549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717573001696094649.post-8214236920985622493</id><published>2008-04-15T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:58:49.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Spoonful of Sugar....</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my bff Maria (for those who don't know her...we work together and ran the SLC marathon together in 06) We ran together tonight for the first time since we had our babies. (her Ayda is 10 months..my Jeffy is 7 1/2 months) It was SOOOOO fun.  I forgot how running with a buddy makes the miles go by sooo much faster and 100 times funner.  Now...if I could only sing, play the piano, the violin, and play basketball like she does.  Regardless....it was a nice change of pace to my sad solo training with my ipod!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717573001696094649-8214236920985622493?l=cmissygo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/feeds/8214236920985622493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717573001696094649&amp;postID=8214236920985622493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/8214236920985622493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/8214236920985622493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/2008/04/spoonful-of-sugar.html' title='A Spoonful of Sugar....'/><author><name>THE REBER FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137419398598010549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717573001696094649.post-2786693871810214953</id><published>2008-04-09T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T20:34:31.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 miles....Oooops</title><content type='html'>I ventured out tonight with one hour of daylight.....and ten miles to run.  It was FREEZING.  It felt like February!  Leave it to me to run on the one ICY night in april!  But....by mile 7 I was toasty warm and feeling GREAT!  So great that I forgot to turn around and run home. OOPS!  So at about mile 7.5....I turned back for home...in the dark.  I was so excited to get home and realize I averaged under a 9 minute mile.....over 11 miles! Hooray! I  have been so discouraged because I took a month off for vacation and stuf. So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOW &lt;/span&gt;I finally feel like I am back on track....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;next week I tackle the half marathon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717573001696094649-2786693871810214953?l=cmissygo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/feeds/2786693871810214953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717573001696094649&amp;postID=2786693871810214953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/2786693871810214953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/2786693871810214953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/2008/04/11-milesoooops.html' title='11 miles....Oooops'/><author><name>THE REBER FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137419398598010549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717573001696094649.post-960214846263242687</id><published>2008-04-06T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T21:13:49.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 miles..0k 7.9</title><content type='html'>So I thought I'd start back after my month long running &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sabbatical&lt;/span&gt; with a 10 miler for my long run...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt; Right!  It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; even 8 miles before I though I was going to die.   It was an interesting run that was doomed from the start.....I didn't take anything to drink.  No WONDER!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I did run over the bridge by the bell tower at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; for the first time in my life, almost puked 5 times, and narrowly missed being road kill by some punk 17 year old going 50 coming out of a parking lot by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;( should have got his plates#)  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;...so my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;next run &lt;/span&gt;will be ten miles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717573001696094649-960214846263242687?l=cmissygo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/feeds/960214846263242687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717573001696094649&amp;postID=960214846263242687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/960214846263242687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/960214846263242687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/2008/04/8-miles0k-79.html' title='8 miles..0k 7.9'/><author><name>THE REBER FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137419398598010549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717573001696094649.post-2524671706795055612</id><published>2008-04-04T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T08:30:09.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STARTING AGAIN!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok so we've been out of town and crazy busy the last month so I just starting running again.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Depressing that I have to start back at 10 mile long runs?  YES!&lt;/span&gt;  But I am going to try and skip the 11 and 13 mile weeks and jump 2 miles a week on my long runs since I have hopefully maintained some of my previous cardio conditioning....as for dieting....FORGET IT!  let me list why I have absolutely no chance......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Leftover easter candy....I love marshmellow peeps....and they only come once a year!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Teddy Grahms.....they're cute and tasty!&lt;br /&gt;3. Traveling.....who doesn't eat snacks on the road&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm FREAKIN TIRED! Jeffy rarely sleeps through the night..little stinker!&lt;br /&gt;5. Still nursing a hungry baby boy....so I'm STARVING ALL THE TIME!&lt;br /&gt;6. My daughter discovered a love for cheetos....CRAP! Thank heavens for 100 calorie packs!&lt;br /&gt;7. Even fat free pringles  are addicting! So they aren't only "70 calories" if you eat 3/4 the can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.....oh well!&lt;br /&gt;Hats off to all you moms out there that can diet...YOU'RE MY HERO's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717573001696094649-2524671706795055612?l=cmissygo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/feeds/2524671706795055612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717573001696094649&amp;postID=2524671706795055612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/2524671706795055612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/2524671706795055612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/2008/04/starting-again.html' title='STARTING AGAIN!!!'/><author><name>THE REBER FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137419398598010549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717573001696094649.post-1999179077697698002</id><published>2008-01-19T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T23:14:14.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paula Radcliffe.....the SUPERMOM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/44217000/jpg/_44217738_paulaisla270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/44217000/jpg/_44217738_paulaisla270.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; HAD&lt;/span&gt; to post this picture!  What kind of amazing woman wins the NYC marathon 10 months after HAVING A BABY!  INCREDIBLE!  Apparently this is one of many marathons she has won.....but the others were PRE baby so I think this is probably her bet one yet.  She said when she was running she chanted to herself "I love you Isla" (thats her babies name!) ....I'm inspired!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717573001696094649-1999179077697698002?l=cmissygo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/feeds/1999179077697698002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717573001696094649&amp;postID=1999179077697698002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/1999179077697698002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/1999179077697698002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/2008/01/paula-radcliffethe-supermom.html' title='Paula Radcliffe.....the SUPERMOM!'/><author><name>THE REBER FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137419398598010549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717573001696094649.post-6956481194428362111</id><published>2008-01-19T22:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T23:04:18.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>week one down.....fifteen to go!</title><content type='html'>I finished the first week of training............ 15 total miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT it wasn't with out some serious reflection: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First&lt;/span&gt;....I have failed at dieting this week so I have decided that putting a sleep deprived mommy on a diet is almost IMPOSSIBLE....I'll try harder next week!\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seccond&lt;/span&gt;....is it healthy to train for a marathon after 10 pm every night on 5 hours of sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Third.&lt;/span&gt;....Is it really possible to run a LOOOOONG run while I'm nursing a baby?....3 hours and I'm going to be bursting at the seams!  I suppose maybe i'll be making a milkshake!  (hahhahah.....at least I thought that was funny!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fourth&lt;/span&gt;....as proud of myself as I am.....there is always someone who makes you look bad.....This week I read about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the winner of the NYC 2007 Marathon who had a baby 10 months Prior!  Good CRAP!  Thats AMAZING!....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Visual motivation activity of the week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Picture Giselle Bunchen walking the runway in the all diamond VS bra and panties.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;....then I put my head on her body!&lt;/span&gt;  Dang I'm SEXY with those mile long legs! ......and so I got through my 5 mile run faster than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://evilbeetgossip.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/03/giselle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://evilbeetgossip.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/03/giselle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(this is one of the only MODEST pictures I could find!) Isn't she BEAUTIFUL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717573001696094649-6956481194428362111?l=cmissygo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/feeds/6956481194428362111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717573001696094649&amp;postID=6956481194428362111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/6956481194428362111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/6956481194428362111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/2008/01/week-one-downfifteen-to-go.html' title='week one down.....fifteen to go!'/><author><name>THE REBER FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137419398598010549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717573001696094649.post-633734061376076822</id><published>2008-01-16T22:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T22:14:56.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye Sugar...Soda...and ....yes...Pizza!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fotosearch.com/thumb/CSK/CSK393/KS89715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.fotosearch.com/thumb/CSK/CSK393/KS89715.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...so I have been using the excuse that I am&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (a) &lt;/span&gt;recovering from having a baby...and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(b)&lt;/span&gt; breastfeeding to eat pretty much whatever I want...but now...I am saying goodbye.  I am doing it on my blog so I feel accountable.  Now that I am officially in week one of training and I want to run a faster marathon than last time...it's time to get down to buisness!  SAD!  Except for once cheat I can't give up....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jelly Bellies&lt;/span&gt;!   Here goes my quest to look like a high school cheerleader (in body not brain) again! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BRING IT ON!&lt;/span&gt;  (If I have 6 kids that means I only have to do this 4 more times! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717573001696094649-633734061376076822?l=cmissygo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/feeds/633734061376076822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717573001696094649&amp;postID=633734061376076822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/633734061376076822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/633734061376076822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-bye-sugarsodaand-yespizza.html' title='Good Bye Sugar...Soda...and ....yes...Pizza!'/><author><name>THE REBER FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137419398598010549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717573001696094649.post-1727583145497871264</id><published>2008-01-07T21:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T22:01:34.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration.....DIET COKE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:ITFBmtUra4rfCM:www.macs.hw.ac.uk/%7Egabbay/photos-israel/israel-typography.dir/diet-coke-english.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:ITFBmtUra4rfCM:www.macs.hw.ac.uk/%7Egabbay/photos-israel/israel-typography.dir/diet-coke-english.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now this is going to seem just plain silly but....i'll do anything to finish a run!  When I get tired I imagine myself in one of those grossly optimistic happy Diet Coke commercials...surrounded by those happy little bubbles.....try it!  I just imagine that my whole body is filling up with bubbles and I feel light as a feather!  Call me Crazy....but it works for me!  (PS: there is NOTHING Like a diet coke when your kids have been screaming all day!...maybe thats WHY this works for me!)&lt;br /&gt;PSS: It's sort of sad that I used this trick today to get me through 4 MILES!.....WOW..I have a long way to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717573001696094649-1727583145497871264?l=cmissygo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/feeds/1727583145497871264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717573001696094649&amp;postID=1727583145497871264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/1727583145497871264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/1727583145497871264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/2008/01/inspirationdiet-coke.html' title='Inspiration.....DIET COKE'/><author><name>THE REBER FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137419398598010549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717573001696094649.post-1565862168350707933</id><published>2008-01-06T16:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T16:50:30.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We GO AGAIN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://royaltyfree.indexstock.com/store/GetThumb.asp/ImageNum=600426&amp;amp;VOLID=980&amp;amp;gc=gc1&amp;amp;ss=1/Starting%20Line-600426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 136px;" src="http://royaltyfree.indexstock.com/store/GetThumb.asp/ImageNum=600426&amp;amp;VOLID=980&amp;amp;gc=gc1&amp;amp;ss=1/Starting%20Line-600426.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...my baby is 4 1/2 months old.  I got a new i-pod and the nike + sport kit for Christmas. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;           So here I go again...on the start line of Marathon training!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy to do this AGAIN? Maybe.  But there is nothing quite like crossing that finish line. ....knowing you pushed your body and spirit to the absolute limit.  I am not running to win...or even to be competitive at this point....just to do it and know I can!  (and to loose the last stubborn 5 lbs of post baby fat!)  So here goes......a new race ....a new journey! BRING IT ON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717573001696094649-1565862168350707933?l=cmissygo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/feeds/1565862168350707933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717573001696094649&amp;postID=1565862168350707933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/1565862168350707933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717573001696094649/posts/default/1565862168350707933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmissygo.blogspot.com/2008/01/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here We GO AGAIN!!!'/><author><name>THE REBER FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137419398598010549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
