<?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-5551778</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:10:06.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I? </title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts I'm willing to share.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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>254</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551778.post-1288811597035487206</id><published>2008-06-15T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T13:47:35.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Lord Gives and He Has Taken AwayI have not really been to very many funerals in my life. It's a blessing. Yesterday I went to a funeral for a 7 year old student from my school. I worked with her last year when she was in Kindergarten. Hayley was one of the sweetest little girls you could ever meet and her smile was one that would light up a room, everyone who spoke at the funeral commented on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/1288811597035487206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=1288811597035487206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/1288811597035487206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/1288811597035487206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2008/06/lord-gives-and-he-has-taken-away-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-5766975241266355128</id><published>2008-05-03T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T13:34:08.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow! I'm gonna Blog- 5 months isn't that longYesterday we took the kids to see Iron man. I took Emma to the bathroom in the middle of the movie and as we were walking to the bathroom I heard, "Mrs. Citizen!" I turned around and it was the "kid" who worked at the movie theater, selling popcorn. He said, "I thought it was you. Do you remember me, Luis Garcia?" I do remember him. I was his fifth </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/5766975241266355128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=5766975241266355128&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/5766975241266355128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/5766975241266355128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2008/05/wow-im-gonna-blog-5-months-isnt-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-3207624740442733863</id><published>2007-12-18T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T00:00:42.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have a Holly Jolly Christmas, It's the Best Time of the YearI'm not sure I quite got that quote right, but it's the way I feel this year. I am actually enjoying the season very much. I am listening to Christmas music almost non-stop, Apex sponsored 70 kids for Christmas, which is amazing! I'm super excited about a lot of the gifts I am giving which is always exciting.The kids have been busy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/3207624740442733863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=3207624740442733863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/3207624740442733863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/3207624740442733863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2007/12/have-holly-jolly-christmas-its-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-44942742206448743</id><published>2007-10-28T22:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T22:23:42.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Halloween is the New Christmas &amp; Thanksgiving is the New Arbor DayHalloween is three days away. Everyone I know had a crazy busy weekend. There are parties and carnivals and costume contests and more parties. It is like everyone realized that December is too busy to host parties so they all decided to do Halloween instead. Except Wal Mart- I was there on Tuesday and they had already cleared out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/44942742206448743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=44942742206448743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/44942742206448743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/44942742206448743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2007/10/halloween-is-new-christmas-thanksgiving.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-2141446910512274770</id><published>2007-10-28T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T22:18:04.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DeterminedWe have a video of Loredana at about 13 months old. Emma has a coke from McDonalds and Loredana is crying for some. Emma just ignores her until Doug tells her to share it. Emma holds it out, but won't let Loredana take the cup. Loredana keeps crying until Doug tells Emma to let her hold it. Emma holds it out for Loredana to take it and she just pushes the cup away. She was just too mad </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/2141446910512274770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=2141446910512274770&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/2141446910512274770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/2141446910512274770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2007/10/determined-we-have-video-of-loredana-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-4169730865251097817</id><published>2007-09-19T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T12:20:51.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Halloween CorrectionIt's only 43 days until Halloween, which makes my last post incorrect. I was using a website, which obviously needs some updating. Doug bought me &amp; the kids  some cute Halloween bathroom accessories (shower curtain, glow in the dark soap dispenser and some rugs). I just love Halloween. I got the kids' Halloweeen books out today, but I'm  waiting on the decorations- I don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/4169730865251097817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=4169730865251097817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/4169730865251097817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/4169730865251097817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2007/09/halloween-correction-its-only-43-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-7850733602506865972</id><published>2007-09-14T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T16:46:00.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>60 Days......It's only 60 days until Halloween. It's one week until autumn officially begins. About 2 weeks before my Halloween decorations come out. It's the most wonderful time of the year!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/7850733602506865972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=7850733602506865972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/7850733602506865972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/7850733602506865972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2007/09/60-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-2465089199983983156</id><published>2007-09-04T23:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T23:08:14.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Technologically ChallengedI have tried several times to post a comment on people's blogs. Since they changed over their system I can only post comments anonymously. It doesn't matter, but it's kind of annoying.In other news, our house is still for sale. Pray for a miracle, it's obviously going to take one.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/2465089199983983156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=2465089199983983156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/2465089199983983156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/2465089199983983156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2007/09/technologically-challenged-i-have-tried.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-7350940032797390412</id><published>2007-07-25T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T13:48:29.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Richest Man In TownWhen I was in college, I had to write my own children's book for a class. I wrote a book entitled _I Am Rich_. It was a predictable text that went something like "If I had a million dollars I would live in a mansion. I live in my own home that keeps me safe." I dedicated that book to my grandpa "Papa" because once when he visited I complained about not being rich. He pointed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/7350940032797390412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=7350940032797390412&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/7350940032797390412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/7350940032797390412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2007/07/richest-man-in-town-when-i-was-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-8210994811307618620</id><published>2007-07-05T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T16:42:18.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things I'm Bad At1. Potty Training2. Selling a houseThere are many, many others, but those are the top two right now because I face them everyday. I think I'm bad at them because I really have very little control-ultimately, it is someone else making the right moves, making the decisions. I' m not really a control freak even though Celia informed me that all women are-it's in our sinful nature.I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/8210994811307618620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=8210994811307618620&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/8210994811307618620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/8210994811307618620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2007/07/things-im-bad-at-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-6752049206806395190</id><published>2007-07-01T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T20:25:52.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Emma's First ConcertLast night I took Emma to her first concert. It was Gwen Stefani at the MGM. It was an AWESOME concert. I had a blast. Emma liked it too, but she was tired because it started at 8:00pm. We had fun dancing and singing along. It would be so great if she always likes music that I like, but I'm pretty sure I'm not cool enough. But she'll always remember her first concert and so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/6752049206806395190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=6752049206806395190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/6752049206806395190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/6752049206806395190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2007/07/emmas-first-concert-last-night-i-took.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-6597882967948642496</id><published>2007-07-01T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T20:10:40.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We Went to New England for Two Weeks!That's my disclaimer for not blogging in over a month. I spent all my free time planning that trip and then we were out of town. It was great! We saw lots of great things and enjoyed each other like a family should.New England is different than Las Vegas.     1. Dunkin Donuts is the Starbucks of the east coast. EVERY intersection there is a Dunkin Donuts. In </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/6597882967948642496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=6597882967948642496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/6597882967948642496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/6597882967948642496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2007/07/we-went-to-new-england-for-two-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-6516998627088512834</id><published>2007-05-14T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T17:15:20.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No Child Left BehindToday I was reading a book to the children at school entitled _Who Wakes Rooster?_ Its a cause and effect book where all the animals are still sleeping because the animal who usually wakes each animal up is still sleeping. In the end, the rooster did not wake up because the sun was behind the clouds. Each page says something like this, "Joe didn't wake up because Nellie didn't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/6516998627088512834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=6516998627088512834&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/6516998627088512834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/6516998627088512834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-child-left-behind-today-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-3097652818247166666</id><published>2007-05-04T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T16:40:13.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sugar RushToday I bought the kids an Icee at Target while we were shopping. There was still some left over when we got home. Jack was drinking it and acting a little crazy. He came over to me and pointing to the Icee, said "That makes me fly." Now he's running around singing a song from Spongebob called, "I'm Flying."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/3097652818247166666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=3097652818247166666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/3097652818247166666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/3097652818247166666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2007/05/sugar-rush-today-i-bought-kids-icee-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-5508181020054119356</id><published>2007-04-29T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T14:45:03.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Standing On A Street CornerHave the child labor laws changed or what is going on? First there were children standing on the corners on Sunday mornings sellings newspapers. Okay, whatever. Newspaper "delivery" has always been a kid job. Standing on the corner where you might accidentally get hit by a stray car or kidnapped by a freak isn't quite the same as a paper route on your bike in your own </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/5508181020054119356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=5508181020054119356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/5508181020054119356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/5508181020054119356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2007/04/standing-on-street-corner-have-child.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-1635192878232145795</id><published>2007-04-20T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T16:37:48.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VinylThe other morning I was listening to a story on NPR about vinyl records making a come back because there's a connector for your computer so you can download "higher quality sound" onto your ipod. They played lots of clips of vinyl supporters. At the end of the story they played a clip of a 20 year old who didn't like vinyl. His reason? Too many steps. It's much more difficult than a cd. It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/1635192878232145795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=1635192878232145795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/1635192878232145795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/1635192878232145795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2007/04/vinyl-other-morning-i-was-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-3694952285235210288</id><published>2007-04-09T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:40:34.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Men Always Think With Their *&amp;%$#Tonight in the bathtub Jack said to me, "There's something on my penis." He stood up and pointed to his scrotum and said, "See, it's a brain."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/3694952285235210288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=3694952285235210288&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/3694952285235210288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/3694952285235210288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2007/04/men-always-think-with-their-tonight-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-5890286294671816443</id><published>2007-04-06T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T15:51:54.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BoatsWhen Kristi and I were little we liked to play a game we called "boats". To play "boats" you spread a beach towel on the floor and fill it with everything you own. I couldn't figure out why my mom hated this game, but three kids of my own later, I know! We would put our boats close together so we could jump back and forth. It was a fun Saturday morning game.Last night I was putting together </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/5890286294671816443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=5890286294671816443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/5890286294671816443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/5890286294671816443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2007/04/boats-when-kristi-and-i-were-little-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-3721605107171288387</id><published>2007-04-05T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T16:26:17.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VisitorsOn all sitcoms there is a main set, usually a living room, where most of the action happens. People come and go all show long. Real life typically isn't like that, but yesterday my backyard was the set. I had visitors all day long. It was awesome. I loved it. I wish I had drop-in visitors all time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/3721605107171288387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=3721605107171288387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/3721605107171288387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/3721605107171288387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2007/04/visitors-on-all-sitcoms-there-is-main.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-7236735046970726992</id><published>2007-03-27T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T18:04:13.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Please Do NOT Leave a MessageYesterday I cleaned out my voicemail box. It was full and no longer accepting messages. If you ever try to call me, you know this is nothing new. Even if there is room to leave a message, you shouldn't bother. I won't get it for about a month when my mailbox is full. There were three messages asking me to babysit. I would have been happy to  babysit, but I didn't get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/7236735046970726992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=7236735046970726992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/7236735046970726992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/7236735046970726992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2007/03/please-do-not-leave-message-yesterday-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-5090681990002284346</id><published>2007-03-15T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T21:57:01.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stupid StarbucksI am taking a class this week at Valley High School, which is on Eastern near Sahara. I'm not really familiar with that part of town. Yesterday on my way there I decided to skip dinner and just get a Starbucks coffee. I thought that would be easy enough. In my part of town there is a Starbucks about every mile-most of the time with a drive thru. As I drove down Eastern I started </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/5090681990002284346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=5090681990002284346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/5090681990002284346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/5090681990002284346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2007/03/stupid-starbucks-i-am-taking-class-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-4962742974988815506</id><published>2007-03-04T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T16:28:37.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Never Really Did any Drugs....So can anyone tell me what the illegal uses for pink eye medicine are? I would really like to know what dangerous activities I could be doing with eye drops if I didn't have to take my kids to the doctor so s/he could say, "red eyes that are glued shut in the morning? Yep, that's pink eye all right. Here is your official prescription because we simply can't trust </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/4962742974988815506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=4962742974988815506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/4962742974988815506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/4962742974988815506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-never-really-did-any-drugs.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-5654208421768021021</id><published>2007-02-22T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T11:08:47.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1989I turned 16, bought my first car and got my driver's license in 1989. Doug and I started dating in 1989. Batman with Michael Keaton came out in 1989. Today, I noticed a sign at the convenience store that said you had to be born in or before 1989 to buy cigarettes. That means kids whose diapers I changed are buying cigarettes now. Life is very short.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/5654208421768021021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=5654208421768021021&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/5654208421768021021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/5654208421768021021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2007/02/1989-i-turned-16-bought-my-first-car.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-117091407194941011</id><published>2007-02-07T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T21:54:31.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Life in PicturesDoug has our screensaver set up to be a slide show of all our pictures. I love it. Sometimes I just sit here and watch our life go by on the screen. It reminds me of all the fun we have as a family-camping, carving pumpkins, cutting &amp; decorating trees, climbing trees, playing dress up, birthdays, going to Disneyland and the fun we've had with our friends- camping, trick or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/117091407194941011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=117091407194941011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/117091407194941011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/117091407194941011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2007/02/your-life-in-pictures-doug-has-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-117036790977383471</id><published>2007-02-01T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T14:11:49.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nothing Like a Cruise............to make your normal life seem even more stressful than normal. Last weekend we went on a cruise to Mexico with some of our best friends. It was amazing to be with adults all weekend; drinking at ridiculous hours of the day; eating dessert with coffee; NOT cooking or cleaning-it was amazing.Our house is back on the market. One thing I hate in life is trying to sell</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/117036790977383471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=117036790977383471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/117036790977383471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/117036790977383471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2007/02/nothing-like-cruise.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-116581232662847925</id><published>2006-12-10T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T20:45:26.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Of All the Charlie Browns in the World, You are the Charlie BrowniestIf our neighborhood had a "lights and display contest" we would lose. Snoopy would kick our butts with his decorated dog house.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/116581232662847925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=116581232662847925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/116581232662847925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/116581232662847925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/12/of-all-charlie-browns-in-world-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-116504514860643777</id><published>2006-12-01T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T23:39:08.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The More You Know......I learned a possible origin of Christmas Caroling by watching the Holly Hobby Christmas Special. I want to investigate it, but I'm afraid I'd find out it's only about the singing.According to Holly Hobby people used to Christmas Carol to find out who in their community was in need. They would carol and if someone didn't offer them a refreshment, the carolers would know that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/116504514860643777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=116504514860643777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/116504514860643777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/116504514860643777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/12/more-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-116457947005172043</id><published>2006-11-26T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T14:17:50.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All Aboard the Polar ExpressLast night the kids were watching the movie _The Polar Express_. Right after the scene where the kid has to decide if he will ride the train or not Emma said, "I wouldn't go, if it was real." I thought that was funny because she wouldn't go. She is not a risk taker. She's a thinker and a ponderer. She wants to carefully consider all decision to be sure and make the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/116457947005172043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=116457947005172043&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/116457947005172043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/116457947005172043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/11/all-aboard-polar-express-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-116371739535124123</id><published>2006-11-16T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T14:49:55.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ThanksgivingThanksgiving is honestly one of my favorite holidays. It always gets pushed aside by Christmas, but I am not writing THAT blog THIS year (see previous years if it's become a tradition for you-HA!). But everything about Thanksgiving is GREAT: family, friends, football, parades, food, puzzles, relaxing-OH the relaxing will be very nice!There are three Thanksgiving movies that I enjoy. 1</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/116371739535124123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=116371739535124123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/116371739535124123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/116371739535124123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanksgiving-thanksgiving-is-honestly.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-116364197374985568</id><published>2006-11-15T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:52:53.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chicken Soup for the SoulLast Wednesday Loredana had surgery for her kidney reflux condition. Everything went well and has returned to her normal life, except she is not supposed to run around for a while, which is torture for her.Last Wednesday night she was quiet and discouraged. You could just tell that she didn't feel like herself. That carried over to Thursday morning. The nurses and doctor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/116364197374985568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=116364197374985568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/116364197374985568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/116364197374985568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/11/chicken-soup-for-soul-last-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-116286422605319018</id><published>2006-11-06T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T17:50:26.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mrs. Ted HaggartIt is sad that Ted Haggart, a minister, has been living a lie. I personally am not as appalled by what he did as I am in the way responded when he was originally accused. I watched a video interview of him being interviewed by the local news. He stood there on camera and claimed he had never been in a gay relation. He stood there an claimed he had never taken drugs, "not even in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/116286422605319018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=116286422605319018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/116286422605319018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/116286422605319018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/11/mrs.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-116218631756493596</id><published>2006-10-29T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:34:10.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Oldies but GoodiesYesterday we went to a little "carnival" at my grandma's assisted living place. It was cute with little games, a bake sale, caricatures, face painting, and a lady singing with only a keyboard.There were several songs when all the elderly residents joined in singing. Some of the favorite sing a longs were: "This Land is Your Land", "I've been working on the Railroad", and "Oh</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/116218631756493596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=116218631756493596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/116218631756493596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/116218631756493596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/10/oldies-but-goodies-yesterday-we-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-116111772897327320</id><published>2006-10-17T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T13:42:09.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Over a Month?I pulled in to Starbucks this morning on my way to take Jack and Avery to preschool. As soon as we were in the drive thru line Jack turned to Avery and said, "You want milk or juice?" I guess I've been going to Starbucks a lot lately.The retreat was very nice. We had the bigger cabin which is definitely an upgrade from the Stables. It was a great retreat with lots of structured and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/116111772897327320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=116111772897327320&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/116111772897327320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/116111772897327320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/10/over-month-i-pulled-in-to-starbucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-115826864947271225</id><published>2006-09-14T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T14:17:29.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank You to the person who loves me very much.......I went and got my haircut today. It's been a while-April- since I got my hair done. When she was finished cutting my hair she said, "Someone who loves you very much already paid for this." She said the person wanted to be anonymous etc..... I almost starting crying right there in the salon. Wow! How amazing is that? It totally made my day and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/115826864947271225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=115826864947271225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/115826864947271225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/115826864947271225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/09/thank-you-to-person-who-loves-me-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-115792297017524039</id><published>2006-09-10T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T14:16:10.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Prairie HalloweenI was listening to the "Prairie Home Companion" today on the radio. For some reason they were talking about Halloween on September 9-my kind of show. The speaker was talking about people protesting "Halloween" and a local school district changing the name of the Halloween celebration to "Fall Festival"-something I consider ridiculous, and so did they.  He went on to say that when</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/115792297017524039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=115792297017524039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/115792297017524039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/115792297017524039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/09/prairie-halloween-i-was-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-115733078899504517</id><published>2006-09-03T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T17:50:28.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I LOVE Blockbuster OnlineI had a gift card for Blockbuster so I decided to take the kids to the Blockbuster store. I planned to get them a movie and me my own movie. I loaded all three of them into the car, drove there, unloaded them, kept track of them while I looked for a movie. Then I took them to the kids' section to look. Of course, Brother Bear 2 and Hoot were both completely sold out. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/115733078899504517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=115733078899504517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/115733078899504517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/115733078899504517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-love-blockbuster-online-i-had-gift.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-115636633972131011</id><published>2006-08-23T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T13:52:19.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bring It On.....The grocery store has Halloween Candy on display. Walmart has had basket pumpkings and cornucopias since  before the fourth of July!FYI my mom insists that Diana (see previous post) moved and we couldn't return it.We've been telling our "stories" at house church. It's been awesome. I've been thinking about people and their stories all week. Love you guys!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/115636633972131011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=115636633972131011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/115636633972131011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/115636633972131011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/08/bring-it-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-115559426908990575</id><published>2006-08-14T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T15:24:29.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The "Diana" SpoonWe took the kids camping again this weekend with some of our best friends and their kids. Some people spent the whole weekend and others came for part of the day on Saturday. It was a very relaxing, fun time. The kids made a serious mud pie that they spent a good portion of the weekend working on. My kids sleep SO good when we are camping and I think it's from spending so much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/115559426908990575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=115559426908990575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/115559426908990575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/115559426908990575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/08/diana-spoon-we-took-kids-camping-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-115516049081821410</id><published>2006-08-09T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T14:54:50.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WithdrawalsI have been watching Moonlighting on DVD. I didn't watch the show when it was on because it was on past my bed time-I'm THAT young. I just finished the Second Season and the third season has a "long wait". I am waiting for Entourage, season two. I hope it comes today. I have some serious TV show withdrawals.If you have not discovered the joy of TV on DVD let me make the following </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/115516049081821410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=115516049081821410&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/115516049081821410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/115516049081821410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/08/withdrawals-i-have-been-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-115430608753615321</id><published>2006-07-30T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T17:34:47.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PiratesWe went to see the Pirates Sequel today. I thought it was okay. But in the middle of the movie when they were on a beach with jungle behind it I started to miss Survivor. Then I started missing Lost. So, I guess I just miss TV. I'm ready for fall.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/115430608753615321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=115430608753615321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/115430608753615321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/115430608753615321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/07/pirates-we-went-to-see-pirates-sequel.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-115407044895665945</id><published>2006-07-28T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T00:07:28.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Self Check Out Saga Continues......Tonight I went  to my friendly neighborhood grocery store with my three kids. When I was BEING checked out I observed the following conversation:Checker One: Thanks for bagging for me. Those baggers are always disappearing.Checker Two: Where's __Insert bagger name here-I dont' remember his name_____Checker One: That's what I mean they always </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/115407044895665945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=115407044895665945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/115407044895665945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/115407044895665945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/07/self-check-out-saga-continues.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-115380805872947811</id><published>2006-07-24T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T23:14:18.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TagsSo Jack has this thing with tags. He hates them. If he realizes there is a tag in his clothes he immediately starts demanding that it be removed. Sometimes I have to get scissors to remove them. Loredana also went through a "tag phase". For a long time I knew which clothes were hers even inside out because none of them had tags.Last week when it was storming at like 2am Jack came into our bed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/115380805872947811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=115380805872947811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/115380805872947811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/115380805872947811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/07/tags-so-jack-has-this-thing-with-tags.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-115291189978646465</id><published>2006-07-14T14:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T14:19:51.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Love BoatWhen Kristi and I were little we would always do these dance shows in the living room. We had an area rug that was the "stage" and the linoleum tile in the dining room was the audience. We always pretended that we were performing on the Love Boat Stage. It went with another game we played called "Making Class" which was basically school, but also on the Love Boat. It is a fond </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/115291189978646465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=115291189978646465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/115291189978646465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/115291189978646465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/07/love-boat-when-kristi-and-i-were_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-115283102294086932</id><published>2006-07-13T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T15:50:22.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TVI like TV as much as the next person. And when Survivor and American Idol are both on, I watch a little too much TV. I like to have a show or two to watch each weekHOWEVER, I find it disturbing that it seems that EVERYWHERE I go there are TVs. I first noticed it a few years ago at the Galleria mall. They have this little play area in the food court. So the kids won't be "bored" they also have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/115283102294086932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=115283102294086932&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/115283102294086932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/115283102294086932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/07/tv-i-like-tv-as-much-as-next-person.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-115121504828198048</id><published>2006-06-24T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T22:57:28.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If These Walls Could Speak....So, we finally moved up stairs and have most things in order so maybe I'll be able to blog except that we don't have internet access or cable TV in our area right now and this computer in the orange room has a monitor that will be going away until the replacement one comes in. These were the not the topics I intended to blog about.SO.... we moved upstairs. As we have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/115121504828198048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=115121504828198048&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/115121504828198048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/115121504828198048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/06/if-these-walls-could-speak.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-114853038090416446</id><published>2006-05-24T21:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T21:13:00.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Think......." Didn't buy it Remorse" might be more stressful than "Buyer's Remorse". The cause of my "Didn't buy it remorse"-low cash flow and I HATE returning things.Tomorrow I will be purchasing several items that I left at the store tonight, IF they are still there. Oh.....the didn't buy it remorse....it's terrible. Stop laughing now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/114853038090416446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=114853038090416446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/114853038090416446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/114853038090416446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-think_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-114784957670263007</id><published>2006-05-17T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T00:06:16.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tonight............I missed Chris.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/114784957670263007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=114784957670263007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/114784957670263007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/114784957670263007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/05/tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-114766594031800776</id><published>2006-05-14T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T21:05:43.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a Pack Rat-I think it might be hereditaryThere are many drawbacks to being a pack rat. You have too much stuff. You have stuff you don't really need. Sometimes it's hard to remember which of your "safe, so I'll know where it is" places you put something.Today I remembered one of the positive things about being a pack rat. I went through my hope chest  because it was really too full and I knew</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/114766594031800776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=114766594031800776&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/114766594031800776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/114766594031800776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-pack-rat-i-think-it-might-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-114732040204115092</id><published>2006-05-10T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T21:06:42.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Couldn't Keep Waiting for Darren R.So Darren and I both blogged on April 23. I've thought of blogging, but haven't. Then I kept comforting myself by the fact that Darren hadn't reblogged either. THEN I decided I wouldn't blog again until he did....but really-two weeks is a long time!I have been enjoying my gardening this year. Last year was just so much work with all the bigger than softball </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/114732040204115092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=114732040204115092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/114732040204115092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/114732040204115092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-couldnt-keep-waiting-for-darren-r.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-114585411966472050</id><published>2006-04-23T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T21:48:39.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That's Las Vegas For YouTonight we were driving and there were construction cones on both sides of the car. Loredana said, "What are those for?" I said, "It shows us which way to go because they are fixing the road." Loredana replied, "It looks fine to me." YES. She was right, but what would Las Vegas be without road construction?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/114585411966472050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=114585411966472050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/114585411966472050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/114585411966472050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/04/thats-las-vegas-for-you-tonight-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-114560089153304949</id><published>2006-04-20T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T23:28:11.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It Goes By WAY Too FastThree years ago I took Emma to Betsy Rhodes Elementary School for Kindergarten Round-Up. We hadn't moved into the big house yet. That night I was sick. I felt miserable the whole time I was signing her up and that night she got Loredana ready for bed-changed a diaper even! Three years....Tonight I took Loredana to Kindergarten Round-Up. She seemed smaller than my memory of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/114560089153304949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=114560089153304949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/114560089153304949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/114560089153304949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/04/it-goes-by-way-too-fast-three-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-114524763038502398</id><published>2006-04-16T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T21:20:30.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EasterLast night we colored eggs then the girls and I made "Resurrection cookies". It was fun, but the cookies weren't the best I've ever eaten. This morning we woke up at 5:00, loaded the kids in the car and went to the park to watch the sun rise. I loved it! As we stood around waiting for the sun to rise as we were sure it would.......it occurred to me that the "Sunrise Service" can be symbolic</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/114524763038502398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=114524763038502398&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/114524763038502398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/114524763038502398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/04/easter-last-night-we-colored-eggs-then.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-114499282390437632</id><published>2006-04-13T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T22:33:43.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Wouldn't Want to be a Used Car SalesmanI actually wouldn't want to be anything having to do with car sales. We bought a used car tonight. It is cute and small. We needed to replace the little truck we've been borrowing from Doug's parents. We have spent most of our free time since Saturday working on this purchase in one way or another. We've been to so many dealerships and driven so many </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/114499282390437632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=114499282390437632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/114499282390437632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/114499282390437632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-wouldnt-want-to-be-used-car-salesman.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-114393303319819617</id><published>2006-04-01T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T15:10:33.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>StubbornIf you've spent any decent amount of time around Loredana you have probably noticed that  she is stubborn. She is stubborn about most things. I find this very frustrating as a parent because often times she is frustrated because of something, but then refuses help.  Stubbornness DOES have a positive side and I saw it first hand todayEmma had a birthday party at the skating rink. I wasn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/114393303319819617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=114393303319819617&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/114393303319819617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/114393303319819617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/04/stubborn-if-youve-spent-any-decent.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-114300369916471474</id><published>2006-03-21T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T21:01:39.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Applause PleaseEmma had gymnastics again tonight. She actually seems to be getting a little more flexible which is good. The girls were going across the mat practicing the same trick over and over again. Emma was struggling some, but doing okay overall. She got the end and got back in line. Then I realized that I heard clapping. I looked over the where the clapping coming from. Standing by the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/114300369916471474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=114300369916471474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/114300369916471474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/114300369916471474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/03/applause-please-emma-had-gymnastics.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-114231271437940553</id><published>2006-03-13T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T21:05:14.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Apology and MadI just want to make a blanket apology to everyone who has been in any kind of  contact with me for the last four weeks. I've been a little focused on myself in a little pity party and very often after I spend time with someone I think about how distant and uninvolved I was with the conversation. Things are fine, just feeling a little sorry for myself. The things I thought were so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/114231271437940553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=114231271437940553&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/114231271437940553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/114231271437940553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/03/apology-and-mad-i-just-want-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-114179342577645989</id><published>2006-03-07T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T20:50:25.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GymnasticsEveryone knows that olympic gymnists are short, thin and strong. My daughter Emma is thin, tall, and well-probably not real strong. She takes gymnastics at the community school near our house on Tuesdays. She passed the beginner class with flying colors. It was obvious to me that she was one of the best in the class. I was excited when she was promoted to the intermediate class. She has</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/114179342577645989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=114179342577645989&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/114179342577645989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/114179342577645989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/03/gymnastics-everyone-knows-that-olympic.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-114162846097198978</id><published>2006-03-05T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T23:01:00.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guess What I Found this Weekend?It's been warm this past week and I have been excited to get out in to the garden and get things started. Yesterday the kids and I went to Star Nursery and spend almost two hours looking around-I LOVE IT THERE! We bought a few plants, some seeds, fertilizer and ladybugs. When I was digging a hole for one of my new strawberry plants I found a worm. That's right, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/114162846097198978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=114162846097198978&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/114162846097198978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/114162846097198978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/03/guess-what-i-found-this-weekend-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-114092937515239401</id><published>2006-02-25T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T20:49:35.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mark the CalendarToday..... I blogged. AND We went to the movie theater as a family and nobody left the theater before the movie was over. Nobody tried to eat popcorn off the floor or run through the theater. Everyone sat for the ENTIRE movie. Jack is two years and three weeks old. We almost feel normal today-how nice.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/114092937515239401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=114092937515239401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/114092937515239401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/114092937515239401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/02/mark-calendar-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-114049951812417789</id><published>2006-02-20T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T21:25:18.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Long Time No Blog-blog NaziLast night the girls spent the night with some friends and Doug was working. It was just me and Jack. It was great to just focus on him for the evening. He had a long leisurely bath where he chatted away to me and moved around the bathtub like it was a swimming pool. He had free reign over all the toys. It was a peaceful bathtub which is not the norm. Then he had FIVE </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/114049951812417789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=114049951812417789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/114049951812417789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/114049951812417789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/02/long-time-no-blog-blog-nazi-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-113927426752285924</id><published>2006-02-06T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T17:04:27.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Little Quiz I copied from someone else...Four.Four jobs I've hadDaycare WorkerElementary School TeacherSubstitute TeacherStuffing Envelopes for Mortgage BrokerFour movies I can watch over and overFrankie and JohnnyYou've Got MailMona Lisa SmileA Few Good MenFour places I've livedCaribou, MaineKalkar GermanyPhoenix, ArizonaLas Vegas, NVFour TV shows I love24SurvivorAmerican IdolLOSTFour places </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/113927426752285924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=113927426752285924&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/113927426752285924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/113927426752285924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/02/little-quiz-i-copied-from-someone-else.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-113804832646818244</id><published>2006-01-23T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T12:32:06.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JackJack is ALL boy-except that he likes to play dress up and wear high heel shoes......... But he's aggressive even dressed as a diva. He likes balls almost as much food, almost. Jack will tackle anything, runs almost everywhere, and screams LOUDLY as he plays. He's also quite strong and heavy. Tommy described him as a bag of cement-that's pretty accurate. He's my only boy and I enjoy his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/113804832646818244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=113804832646818244&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/113804832646818244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/113804832646818244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/01/jack-jack-is-all-boy-except-that-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-113728074957187195</id><published>2006-01-14T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T15:19:09.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Riding in Roller  Coasters With Boys (part 2)Today, Loredana had a birthday party at the Adventuredome. (SIDE NOTE: If you haven't been to Circus Circus for a while....it's still a dump!)  So after last night's internal struggle with babying Emma, when it was time for Loredana to ride rides we stuck with the "Kiddie Area". The first ride her friends ran to was a fast spinning ride and since </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/113728074957187195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=113728074957187195&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/113728074957187195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/113728074957187195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/01/riding-in-roller-coasters-with-boys_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-113727989477839389</id><published>2006-01-14T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T15:04:54.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Riding in Roller Coasters With Boys (Part 1)Last night Emma went to a birthday party at the Peter Piper Pizza on Decatur. Her friend chose that particular Peter Piper because there is a small roller coaster there and if you are at a party you get unlimited rides. We walked in and Emma's friend started calling her name from the front of the Roller Coaster. Emma watched as several of her friends </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/113727989477839389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=113727989477839389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/113727989477839389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/113727989477839389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/01/riding-in-roller-coasters-with-boys.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-113652543764819551</id><published>2006-01-05T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T21:30:37.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The entire state of West Virginia had to have Solitaire taken off their computers because nobody had done any work for six weeks." NAME THAT MOVIE!I just won my fifth game of Solitaire on the computer TODAY. That is what you call a LOT of wasted time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/113652543764819551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=113652543764819551&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/113652543764819551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/113652543764819551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/01/entire-state-of-west-virginia-had-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-113616061184170362</id><published>2006-01-01T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T16:10:11.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1-800-BestthingeverAs a kid I always wanted to order things from TV and couldn't figure out WHY my parents weren't ordering music and ceramics constantly. Those commercials were SO appealing to me! I can't remember exactly which one I wanted most, but it was a music compilation that just seemed like the best thing ever. I also remember an Elvis Collection that I wanted to get for my dad, but of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/113616061184170362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=113616061184170362&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/113616061184170362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/113616061184170362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2006/01/1-800-bestthingever-as-kid-i-always.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551778.post-113570808123940043</id><published>2005-12-27T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T16:20:59.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christmas is OverOnce again this year I am feeling like I didn't listen to enough Christmas music or DO enough Christmas activities. There just never seems to be enough time. I worked nearly every minute of every day making gifts, helping my children make gifts, making decorations, reading Christmas books etc... I did get everything finished after a couple of really late nights right before </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/113570808123940043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=113570808123940043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/113570808123940043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/113570808123940043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-is-over-once-again-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-113476683353177843</id><published>2005-12-16T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T13:00:33.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reason for the SeasonJack is very drawn to baby Jesus. He says "Jesus" so cute! We have this Christmas ornament that Celia gave us several years ago. It is a giant nail. It comes with a little paragraph explaining that whole purpose of Jesus's birth was his eventual sacrifice and resurrection. As a family we try and hang it on the tree first. So this year, we talked with the girls about Jesus's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/113476683353177843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=113476683353177843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/113476683353177843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/113476683353177843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2005/12/reason-for-season-jack-is-very-drawn.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-113377239647130337</id><published>2005-12-05T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T00:46:36.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.The weather is right, it's missing the snow but that's come in the weeks after Christmas for the last two years. It is mighty cold and I LOVE that! I actually turned the heat on the other day-the first time this season and the last area of the house to use fossil fuel for my comfort. I DO love the smell of burning dust on the heater coils-call me crazy,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/113377239647130337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=113377239647130337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/113377239647130337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/113377239647130337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-113307519180908575</id><published>2005-11-26T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T23:06:31.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Didn't they invent Christmas tree lots so people wouldn't have to drive way out in the country and waste a whole Saturday?" I'm sure I messed that quote up-Doug will let me know!Ahhh, the Christmas Season. Thanksgiving was wonderful. We had 18 people for dinner 8 of them were under 11 and two of them were over 80. It was really nice. The food was good and things didn't get out of control. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/113307519180908575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=113307519180908575&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/113307519180908575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/113307519180908575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2005/11/didnt-they-invent-christmas-tree-lots.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-113236542751746752</id><published>2005-11-18T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T17:57:07.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Next Holiday Is..........?There are Christmas commercials, Christmas music in stores, Christmas sales and Christmas merchandise EVERYWHERE! I am NOT against Christmas, not by a long shot. I watched _Miracle on 34th STreet_ in August, people- I LOVE Christmas. Poor little Thanksgiving. What a "boring" holiday it is to us Americans. There isn't much in Thanksgiving for anyone to gain so we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/113236542751746752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=113236542751746752&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/113236542751746752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/113236542751746752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2005/11/next-holiday-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-113195511721713451</id><published>2005-11-13T23:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T00:09:25.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog NaziI am a self proclaimed blog Nazi. I usually check blogs EVERY day right after I check my email. It's sort of a hobby-a relational hobby, a check up with friends each at our own convenience. I know, I know-it's not real relationship-agreed, but it is my hobby. Because I am so passionate about this hobby, I start to annoy people when they haven't blogged for, what I consider to be a "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/113195511721713451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=113195511721713451&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/113195511721713451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/113195511721713451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-nazi-i-am-self-proclaimed-blog_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551778.post-113132157307224169</id><published>2005-11-06T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T16:05:07.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Belief and CostThe other night Doug said to me, "You know what a fundatmental flaw to modern Christianity is?" (Doug tries to avoid these type of conversations, so I was interested.) "We are told that we choose to believe in Jesus Christ." He went on to say that you can't CHOOSE what you believe. Through various experiences, conversations, and soul searching you realize that you already or have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/113132157307224169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=113132157307224169&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/113132157307224169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/113132157307224169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2005/11/belief-and-cost-other-night-doug-said.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551778.post-113105662406582288</id><published>2005-11-03T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T14:23:44.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If You Were Wondering How to Solve all the World's Problems....You have just come to the right place! I'm kidding of course, but I have been thinking of some things that seem logical to me, but are "problems" in the world.1) Did you know that diesal engines can be run on used and refined cooking oil? Did you also know that restaurants have to pay a fee to have their used cooking oil disposed of?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/113105662406582288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=113105662406582288&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/113105662406582288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/113105662406582288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2005/11/if-you-were-wondering-how-to-solve-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551778.post-112996778552499943</id><published>2005-10-22T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T00:56:25.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thoughts I Am Willing to ShareThe last two times I bought beer at Sam's club the checker made me, and all the people in line wait an unneccesary amount of time. Why? because each checker was not 21. Therefore, it is against the law for them to consume alcohol, purchase alcohol, and apparently SCAN alcohol. Now, I am not in favor of underage drinking. I am in favor of laws that make sense. In my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/112996778552499943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=112996778552499943&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112996778552499943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112996778552499943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2005/10/thoughts-i-am-willing-to-share-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-112879669454959541</id><published>2005-10-08T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T11:38:14.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Things I know for Sure.....Absolutely nothing.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/112879669454959541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=112879669454959541&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112879669454959541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112879669454959541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2005/10/things-i-know-for-sure.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-112832491910441496</id><published>2005-10-03T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T00:35:20.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"If I Could Turn Back Time"Today would be a good to relive over and over. I slept in a little this morning as my husband got up with the kids after Jack spent an extremely cute 20 minutes or so in our bed pulling up the covers and watching Spongebob on a video game-I don't really get it, but it's something like that.Hung with friends to conclude our fabulous retreat. If you weren't there, you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/112832491910441496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=112832491910441496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112832491910441496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112832491910441496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2005/10/if-i-could-turn-back-time-today-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-112759728695140623</id><published>2005-09-24T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T14:28:06.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just to ClarifyA couple of people have mentioned things from my last post-things they read differently than I meant them to be. So I wanted to clear them up. Hopefully I can do that, we'll see.1. TV on DVD is the best NOT the show Lost (which  I am currently watching on DVD). I really just enjoy having 24 plus hours of something enjoyable to watch at my convenience. The show Lost is really good, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/112759728695140623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=112759728695140623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112759728695140623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112759728695140623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-to-clarify-couple-of-people-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-112745898076498753</id><published>2005-09-22T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T00:03:00.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Fall and I'm Happy* I've had the windows open.* I have candles warming on the Candle Warmers-apple and pumpkin (yummy)!* My job is SO perfect I can't even believe it's a real job-I mean perfect. By Monday, I've forgotten I even have a job!* I've been watching "Lost" season one on DVD- TV on DVD, it's the best!* I bought a pumpkin. Just a baby one. I decided to keep it on the counter and look</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/112745898076498753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=112745898076498753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112745898076498753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112745898076498753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-fall-and-im-happy-ive-had-windows.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-112689632124874568</id><published>2005-09-16T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T11:45:21.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>They're Heeeere!It's really amazing the actual physical reaction I have to seeing them. I can't even begin to explain it. Yesterday was the first day I have seen the real ones. I mean it's really ridiculous that I get SO excited about a vegetable, but they get me every year. They're pumpkins! The plastic ones have been around for a few weeks now, but last night I ran to the store to get some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/112689632124874568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=112689632124874568&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112689632124874568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112689632124874568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2005/09/theyre-heeeere-its-really-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-112607235636501983</id><published>2005-09-06T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T22:52:36.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Call Me STUPID.....I keep hearing on the radio and on TV about hurricane Katrina. It is sad and scary how quickly lives can be turned upside down. Suddenly 120 degrees sounds wonderful.The thing that is really bugging me is that I keep hearing reporters saying that the poor residents were the ones with most death, most chaos, most loss. These people couldn't afford a bus ticket out of town, or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/112607235636501983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=112607235636501983&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112607235636501983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112607235636501983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2005/09/call-me-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551778.post-112546877219811000</id><published>2005-08-30T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T23:12:52.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Pink is my Signature Color"- Steel MagnoliasNow, how do you like my new blog? I have a few more people to add to my new links section, which my husband graciously added for me after reading my complaining.Something else is new about my blog. Now if you want to comment you have to type a word verification to avoid the ridiculous Spam I received on my last post-except for Andy. I always like to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/112546877219811000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=112546877219811000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112546877219811000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112546877219811000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2005/08/pink-is-my-signature-color-steel.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-112526847928194624</id><published>2005-08-28T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T15:34:39.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where Am I?I'm still waiting for my blog to be restored to its former green state. Not much is going on and at the same time a lot is going on. We are in the process of making decisions based entirely on money-no decision should EVER have to be made that way.I started my new job at my new school. I  think it will be very cool. I'm only there on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. I am trying to get my week </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/112526847928194624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=112526847928194624&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112526847928194624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112526847928194624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2005/08/where-am-i-im-still-waiting-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551778.post-112477811653764062</id><published>2005-08-22T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T23:21:56.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you like my blog page?I hate it. I haven't blogged because I can't imagine anyone actually trying to read anything on this page. I asked Doug to change my template so I could put links on it. I read many different blogs and I have to click from many places. In trying to find a template with links he found this which I thought was cute at first, but now it hurts my eyes AND it won't allow </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/112477811653764062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=112477811653764062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112477811653764062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112477811653764062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2005/08/do-you-like-my-blog-page-i-hate-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-112284170763986789</id><published>2005-07-31T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T13:36:44.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Help! I Can't STOP!Part 5 SemanticsTera's blog made me think. I tried to look at different situations and then I broke out my Webster's dictionary.Community- 1. all persons living in a particular locality 2. a group having interests or religion in common 3. joint sharingMission- 1. a sending; a charge to go and perform a specific service or duty 2. a delegation so sent 3. the service or duty for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/112284170763986789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=112284170763986789&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112284170763986789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112284170763986789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2005/07/help-i-cant-stop-part-5-semantics.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-112278455811354305</id><published>2005-07-30T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T21:35:58.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Part 4 (Last one I WANT to promise)I wanted to be clear that we have some of the most amazing people I have ever known involved with Apex. I don't want to mention specific people, but most of my closest, dearest friends are "Apexers".  I'm not trying to Christian bash or Apex bash. When all is said and done I am glad to be on this unpleasant journey and if it weren't for the people that "call </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/112278455811354305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=112278455811354305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112278455811354305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112278455811354305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2005/07/part-4-last-one-i-want-to-promise-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-112276548182845306</id><published>2005-07-30T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T16:18:01.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Part 3 (see previous posts)So, all that said.....what do we do now? Where do we go? Can this even be fixed? I mean, Kevin's quote basically said that churches don't go from nuturing communities to missional communities. What does that mean for us? Anything? Is this statement true?   Matthew 19:26 Jesus looked at them and said, "With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/112276548182845306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=112276548182845306&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112276548182845306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112276548182845306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2005/07/part-3-see-previous-posts-so-all-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-112276382601316367</id><published>2005-07-30T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T16:10:53.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Part 2 (you MIGHT want to check out part one to help this make sense.)I have actually been thinking that Apex does not love enough. I thought it when old Apex members were leaving and staying members were hurt or put out (myself included). My sister left because they didn't feel appreciated. They didn't feel loved. Where they went to after they left didn't make them feel appreciated or loved </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/112276382601316367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=112276382601316367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112276382601316367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112276382601316367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2005/07/part-2-you-might-want-to-check-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-112276201221537128</id><published>2005-07-30T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T21:40:18.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Part OneI am actually going to be continuing my thoughts from a comment I made on Greg's blog. Which are thoughts I began having after reading Kevin's blog. Which are continuing beliefs I've been developing since about January 2004. The blogs listed above have many great comments. I encourage youto read those before, after or instead of this post.TO CATCH YOU UP Kevin said: Gordon Cosby said </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/112276201221537128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=112276201221537128&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112276201221537128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112276201221537128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2005/07/part-one-i-am-actually-going-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-112241275855972704</id><published>2005-07-26T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T14:19:18.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Remember the DQ Blizzard?About twenty years ago my best friend's older sister was freaking out about the introduction of the Blizzard. She was so excited getting  Heath Bar mixed with ice cream that the first time I tried a Blizzard I got a Heath one-even though I had never had a Heath bar in my life.Now here we are twenty years later. You can buy half gallons of Snickers, Milky Way, M&amp;M's, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/112241275855972704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=112241275855972704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112241275855972704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112241275855972704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2005/07/remember-dq-blizzard-about-twenty.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-112223199288958848</id><published>2005-07-24T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T12:06:32.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So to Speak...Jack has learned the most important of all Toddler words "my" translation "mine". He will grab a toy, yank it around behind his back, and say, "my".No is another important Toddler word, but since Jack answers every question with the answer, "no", even when he means yes it is not as effective as "my". Besides that, he lives with 7 other kids under the age of 8. He will get a lot of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/112223199288958848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=112223199288958848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112223199288958848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112223199288958848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-to-speak.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-112213373231927260</id><published>2005-07-23T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T08:48:52.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Through Other Kids' EyesLast night was Tommy's birthday party. Emma made friends with some girls about her age. I was standing in the sliding glass doorway. Emma and her new friends walked inside from outside. Emma pointed to Jack and said, "That's my brother Jack."One of the girls said, "Oh, he's cute." I fast-forwarded about 12 years in the future when Emma will be 18 and Jack will be 13. Won't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/112213373231927260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=112213373231927260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112213373231927260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112213373231927260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2005/07/through-other-kids-eyes-last-night-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-112190874145545494</id><published>2005-07-20T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T18:19:01.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All I Can Say Is.....Thank God for clouds. What a blessing some good desert thunderstorms would be!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/112190874145545494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=112190874145545494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112190874145545494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112190874145545494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2005/07/all-i-can-say-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-112140167611874156</id><published>2005-07-14T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T21:27:56.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MoviesThe movies I like have, what I consider to be, good characters with a good story. I like to care about the characters enough to cry and laugh. I have this thing with "action" movies that I just can't get away from because today's action movies are just getting more and more "action packed".    " Nonstop action" is supposed to be a good thing. For me-it's bad. For me, it pretty much kills </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/112140167611874156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=112140167611874156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112140167611874156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112140167611874156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2005/07/movies-movies-i-like-have-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-112128913421684904</id><published>2005-07-13T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T14:12:14.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow! It's been a long time....It has been a long time because I haven't had anything worthy of a  post lately-still don't if you want to tune out now.I will say that it is more than hot. It is unbelievable! I drove home today at 12:30 cooking in  my car (no air conditioning-crazy I know, but my husband is being very sensible), but I wasn't sweating. Seriously, it must have just been evaporating. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/112128913421684904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=112128913421684904&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112128913421684904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112128913421684904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2005/07/wow-its-been-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-112028972380734531</id><published>2005-07-02T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T00:49:00.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Random part 2Still waiting for Doug. I just thought that IF anyone was going to read this, it was getting kind of long. I decided to break it up for you.NEXT TOPIC: People don't blog much lately. I think Greg was right is some of the reasons he listed for why people blog (or don't) and the things they blog about. Hmm....I'm trying to remember what he said about people like me (unthought out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/112028972380734531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=112028972380734531&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112028972380734531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112028972380734531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2005/07/random-part-2-still-waiting-for-doug.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-112028947493278275</id><published>2005-07-02T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T00:31:15.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RandomI am just waiting for Doug to get from work. He just got off and still has to drive all the way home. I decided to blog to keep myself awake-I'm not 100% sure what I'm blogging about, except that I do have thoughts throughout the day, most days, that I consider blogging about. Here are some of them from recent history:FIRST TOPIC: I heard a story on KNPR (public radio) about Catholics back </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/112028947493278275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=112028947493278275&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112028947493278275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112028947493278275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2005/07/random-i-am-just-waiting-for-doug-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-112007743469044408</id><published>2005-06-29T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T13:37:14.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Commercial BreakI just love TV on DVD-you know TV shows that you can buy (or rent) on DVD. How great is that? My first experience with this great invention was Friends. My loving husband bought me the first four seasons. It is better than syndication because there are no commercials and you can put them on any time of day, watch as many in a row as you'd like, and rewatch your favorites. My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/112007743469044408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=112007743469044408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112007743469044408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/112007743469044408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2005/06/commercial-break-i-just-love-tv-on-dvd.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-111916193722454255</id><published>2005-06-18T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T16:06:35.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've Been Tagged......Thank you Laura for tagging me.How many books do you own?Personally, about 25-50. That includes scrapbooks, yearbooks etc.What was the last book you bought?Reading Lolita in Tehran for our book club. Unfortunately, I didn't really enjoy the book.What was the last book you read?Tara Road by Maeve Binchy for our book club. I can't comment until after our meeting.Name 5 books </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/111916193722454255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=111916193722454255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/111916193722454255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/111916193722454255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2005/06/ive-been-tagged.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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-5551778.post-111835455385207608</id><published>2005-06-09T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T15:02:33.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Cruise is like a Mini- Summer VacationToday as I was driving I passed some high school kids who had just gotten off their last school bus for this school year. How fabulous is that? Three months of NO responsibilities-even high school jobs are pretty chilled out. Three months when your major time committments have been cancelled. When you can stay up until 3am watching movies or talking on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/111835455385207608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551778&amp;postID=111835455385207608&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/111835455385207608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551778/posts/default/111835455385207608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylcitizen.blogspot.com/2005/06/cruise-is-like-mini-summer-vacation.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07727359179113899575</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>
