<?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-5477680</id><updated>2011-08-14T23:02:03.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>much ado about nothing</title><subtitle type='html'>To love another person is to see the face of God.
     --Les Miserables</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477680.post-3820112510575302210</id><published>2008-06-19T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T22:43:54.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My blog has moved to.... HERE !! Now I just need to start writing again!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/3820112510575302210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/3820112510575302210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-blog-has-moved-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477680.post-8190971972806347128</id><published>2007-10-24T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T23:14:27.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>state of confusion...today my four year old asked excitedly, "mommy, does the Trick or Treat man have to hide my Easter eggs?"pictures taken 10/2006 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/8190971972806347128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=8190971972806347128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/8190971972806347128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/8190971972806347128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2007/10/state-of-confusion.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_c1mZVFw1g1o/RyAzDnUCCaI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kr35QQwxlkY/s72-c/919175013206_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477680.post-2296328830056673023</id><published>2007-09-20T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T17:21:00.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>love hate relationship...i read somewhere that if one is disciplined enough to stick to their workout routine, that person would eventually learn to love mornings. i admit that i do love to exercise any chance i get. i have a morning workout routine and have stuck to it for over two years--i would say it is a permanent part of my lifestyle. i love the benefits of working out in the morning; more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1mZVFw1g1o/RvMOW4AJmcI/AAAAAAAAABA/0wc3MLnktS8/s72-c/128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477680.post-3951843099336321532</id><published>2007-07-27T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T22:17:06.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>survival mode...five months ago today, i said goodbye to my mom for the last time on earth. she told me to grieve and be sad for a short time and then to go on and live my life to the fullest. something forever changed in me that day as i laid my head upon her still chest, the emotions erupted and the tears flooded my soul. the details and raw emotions of the few days leading up to her death are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/3951843099336321532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=3951843099336321532&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/3951843099336321532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/3951843099336321532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2007/07/survival-mode.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-8817408008508455101</id><published>2007-05-20T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T08:47:47.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"we can only imagine"...in high school i had a friend who would say that she always imagined Jesus in a white t-shirt and jeans with holes in them. i remember growing up wishing that i had never seen a picture or drawing of how others pictured Jesus. my children do not go to sunday school and therefore have rarely seen any photographs of Jesus. one day while at the theater, my three year old </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/8817408008508455101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=8817408008508455101&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/8817408008508455101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/8817408008508455101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2007/05/we-can-only-imagine.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c1mZVFw1g1o/RlElgveXM_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/aBTwXyUxTfE/s72-c/245px-Dreamworks_Animation_logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477680.post-3719298820150106962</id><published>2007-05-18T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T21:55:22.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mother's day 2007...i once heard someone with cancer say, "Cancer doesn't deserve to be the most notable thing about my life."--anonymous. my heart is still so heavy missing my mother's presence, i am sad a lot. when my son is up late needing to talk about missing his "Nana"--i find myself angry. i am angry that even his good memories of her are mostly prefaced with "cancer". he is "glad", even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/3719298820150106962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=3719298820150106962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/3719298820150106962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/3719298820150106962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2007/05/mothers-day-2007.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1mZVFw1g1o/Rk4h9veXM-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/PGqS5WziXTk/s72-c/P1000236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477680.post-116313863079854618</id><published>2007-02-27T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T16:44:01.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the day my heart was broken ...today, the special lady i am proud to call mother, went to spend eternity with her Father in heaven.  she was blessed to have her husband and three daughters by her side, holding her hand until the end.  we spent the last 12 hours doing everything we could do to ease her pain, we talked, cried, reassured, and we begged our Father to take her into His arms and heal </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/116313863079854618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=116313863079854618&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/116313863079854618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/116313863079854618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-116391578516195212</id><published>2006-11-18T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T21:56:25.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>family picture day...today the photographer, my dad, took thirty pictures of my family. i attempt this adventure once a year. the shirts are chosen, the grooming takes place, the background and poses are planned, the smiles are beautiful and the countdown begins...all who have children know, you don't have much time to get the perfect picture of everyone before they loose patience! the above </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/116391578516195212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>red ruby slippersshe proudly wore her red ruby slippersgrandpa bought them just for his girlshe cried tears of sadnessmommy held her and wiped them awayshe saw a familiar facehe comforted her and she was safeshe worries about grandma lisiegrandpas and grandmas belong togethershe wants him to come back alivegrandpa is fishing with Jesus nowshe will wear the red ruby slippersgrandpa will dance with</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/115991600196023129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=115991600196023129&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/115991600196023129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/115991600196023129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2006/10/red-ruby-slippers-she-proudly-wore-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-115766468091993527</id><published>2006-09-08T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T00:33:59.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the house that became a home...i was five years old and i can still remember walking through this house as it was being framed, the smell of fresh cut wood. my family was really excited about moving into this big, brand new, house on a corner lot.                fast forward 27 years...my parents are out of town and my sister and I cleaned this house. as we worked, we cranked up the 80's tunes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/115766468091993527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=115766468091993527&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/115766468091993527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/115766468091993527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2006/09/house-that-became-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-115689376341940147</id><published>2006-08-29T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T16:24:21.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>august 29, 20031 year old2 years oldmay 2006 Coronado Island"goodbye two and hello three!"...this is ella. she came into the world three weeks early and she hasn't stopped running yet! the above photo is the epitome of my daughter; beautiful, full of energy, adventurous, two feet off the ground at all times, running to be saved by her daddy from the approaching wave only to go right back out to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/115689376341940147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=115689376341940147&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/115689376341940147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/115689376341940147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2006/08/august-29-2003-1-year-old-2-years-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477680.post-115682914549954221</id><published>2006-08-28T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T09:54:35.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a gift from God...we have many friends, some old and some new, but i'm hesitant to attempt to put into words how i feel about the reinert family. they spent the weekend in our home as they have many times over the year and a half that we have lived in different states. we had many good laughs, sat out to gaze at the stars with a fire in the chimnea, painted nails, the house was filled with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/115682914549954221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=115682914549954221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/115682914549954221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/115682914549954221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2006/08/gift-from-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-115527676899331683</id><published>2006-08-10T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T23:12:49.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>healing the sick...as we drove to the doctor for the second time this week, clay (7 1/2) asked me why the people killed Jesus on the cross?? because we have read this story in the Bible a few times and discussed it together, i wasn't sure where he was going with this question--but we talked about it briefly again. he then said, "I know He did it for us but I just wish that they didn't kill Jesus </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/115527676899331683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=115527676899331683&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/115527676899331683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/115527676899331683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2006/08/healing-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-115411336627532783</id><published>2006-07-28T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T17:59:37.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome to the Harshman Home...a fellow blogger is organizing a "Tour of Homes". the blog phenomenon is an ironic concept--we write personal stories about ourselves assuming that our friends, family and anonymous readers will be interested in what we (or even our kids!) have to say and at the same time we, as readers, do enjoy getting a chance to peak into each others lives, hearts and homes. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/115411336627532783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dreaming of more naps...after a couple of days playing hard (and late) with friends, the kids and i all took a much needed nap today. i assume i was sleeping very deep because i was having a bizarre dream. andy was working out of the house this afternoon. damon was sleeping on the lovesac and clay was sleeping on the bed with me. "sleeping beauty" was in her room. the dream: i was awakened for a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/115335332570100794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=115335332570100794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/115335332570100794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/115335332570100794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2006/07/dreaming-of-more-naps.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-115285728764063083</id><published>2006-07-13T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T23:08:46.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>warning: love at your own risk“Love anything and your heart will be wrung and positively broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal.”  - C.S. Lewis...tonight my heart aches. i search to find a cure, i pray for a miracle, i wait for the pain to disappear, i hunger to be at peace but i'm scared, i dream of a day when the suffering comes to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/115285728764063083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=115285728764063083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/115285728764063083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/115285728764063083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2006/07/warning-love-at-your-own-risk-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-115249019879703935</id><published>2006-07-12T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T21:42:03.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mission impossible?...my goal is to cease being an infrequent blogger. i'm not sure if i can keep up with doug but anything is possible. my husband tells me that i am really great at expressing my thoughts. my problem is that i contemplate a thought too long and too deep, trying to perfect it and i just need to start putting my fingers to the keyboard more often! misc...it hit me the other day </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/115249019879703935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=115249019879703935&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/115249019879703935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/115249019879703935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2006/07/mission-impossible.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-115199124348483535</id><published>2006-07-09T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T17:11:48.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  I am aSnapdragon  What Flower Are You? "Mischief is your middle name, but your first is friend. You are quite the prankster that loves to make other people laugh."...my sisters started this and out of curiosity i took the short quiz. although i thought the questionnaire was very typical and the questions quite silly, i found the results intriguing for our family at least!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/115199124348483535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=115199124348483535&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/115199124348483535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/115199124348483535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-asnapdragon-what-flower-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-115199064008360131</id><published>2006-07-03T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:24:00.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BED HEAD!!...i just want to go on record saying that my child would, without a doubt, WIN the Hampton Bed Head Contest if he was 13 years or older! the following pictures were taken just moments after getting out of bed, no joke! my daughter, a.k.a., "medusa", (not pictured) would be a close 2nd place winner!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/115199064008360131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=115199064008360131&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/115199064008360131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/115199064008360131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2006/07/bed-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-115057928053643754</id><published>2006-06-20T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T14:46:23.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy belated "daddy's" day!this man is a hero to these three precious children. he wrestles, plays catch, wipes tears, bandages scraped knees, teaches them to shoot with bow &amp; arrows, tells them how much the Father loves them, reads with them, goes to the park, loves and respects others, plays tennis, goes swimming, takes them to work, and much more! as i have grown and witnessed the pain that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/115057928053643754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=115057928053643754&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/115057928053643754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/115057928053643754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-belated-daddys-day-this-man-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-114920267767555276</id><published>2006-06-01T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T15:59:48.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YOU'RE FIRED!...when i was rushing around the house this morning to get ready to take the kids bowling with their friends, my husband told me that he had disposed of some important documents that are needed for a sales tax audit (which will take place in less than 24 hours). clay, knowing that his dad has really messed up, says to me, "hey mouth open woman, what are we going to do about this!". </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/114920267767555276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=114920267767555276&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/114920267767555276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/114920267767555276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2006/06/youre-fired.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-114797879572368207</id><published>2006-05-18T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T16:48:16.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love to mountain bike because...the wild birds, atop the trees, sing me beautiful songs. i hear the orchestra of crickets stringing me a tune. i feel the quiet whisper of my Father's voice as the wind softly blows in my ears. it is the small things in Creation that i appreciate; the antelope off in the distance, the beautiful sculpted red rocks, the bank under the bridge that needs more rain, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/114797879572368207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=114797879572368207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/114797879572368207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/114797879572368207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-love-to-mountain-bike-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-114790682541175969</id><published>2006-05-18T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T13:38:11.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thirteen Things about MY MOTHER1....57 years ago today, she was the first girl born to her parents in Michigan.2....she has 3 brothers and two sisters. her dad died shortly after she was married and her mom lives in a home near her and has alzheimer's disease.3....she married my dad, her high school sweetheart, on March 22, 1968.4....she has three daughters, 3 sons-in-laws, 5 grand daughters and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/114790682541175969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=114790682541175969&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/114790682541175969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/114790682541175969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2006/05/thirteen-things-about-my-mother-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-114669733024913506</id><published>2006-05-03T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T16:02:10.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>spring fever??...i have been really emotional/hormonal as of late. today was a good day, i have completed many tasks on my "to do" list, some spring cleaning, i got to play with my kids in the yard, hey i'm even blogging! my friends tell me i have spring fever--but i just took a family vacation to Disneyland last month and we leave in 3 days for a week long vacation to Coronado Island with my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/114669733024913506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=114669733024913506&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/114669733024913506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/114669733024913506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2006/05/spring-fever.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-114600270225109626</id><published>2006-04-25T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T15:05:02.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my child's daily prayer"Dear Jesus, thank you for Mom, Dad, Damon, Ella and Milk (our dog). Thank you for Nana and Pa and help Nana to feel better, no oxygen treatment, no breathing treatment. Please, Please, help her to feel all better." -Clay  ...there is much suffering and pain in this world. i do not claim to believe that God always answers our prayers in the ways that we think He should. but</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/114600270225109626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=114600270225109626&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/114600270225109626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/114600270225109626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-childs-daily-prayer-dear-jesus.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-114548199250536140</id><published>2006-04-24T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T11:17:14.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>idiosyncratic...i've been "tagged" to create a list of six strange things about me. not exactly the things you want to share with the entire blog world, but here goes...1~i have a germ phobia. my mom tells stories of me as a toddler, refusing to go pee in public restrooms. i did ok as a parent having boys who stand to pee but then i went and had a daughter! long story short...at the age of 2, my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/114548199250536140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=114548199250536140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/114548199250536140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/114548199250536140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2006/04/idiosyncratic.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-114356159779590691</id><published>2006-03-28T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T08:02:50.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a picture worth 1,000 words...last night a picture fell out of the book that was on my night stand. i starred at the picture for some time and then called andy to come and look at it also. i love photography for so many reasons. the pictures we have are a frozen moments in time that we may never be able to go back to but they create memories. this picture was taken just 9 1/2 short months ago of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/114356159779590691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=114356159779590691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/114356159779590691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/114356159779590691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2006/03/picture-worth-1000-words.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-114315555811518997</id><published>2006-03-23T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T16:21:54.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thirteen things about my week1....we signed papers to close escrow on my husband's first house as a builder. in 6 months of work he was able to profit more than twice the income he has ever made in 12 months time! this has been a good move for our family!2....after leaving the title agency, i was pulled over for speeding and received my first moving violation, otherwise known as a TICKET!3....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/114315555811518997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=114315555811518997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/114315555811518997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/114315555811518997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2006/03/thirteen-things-about-my-week-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-114297890633147488</id><published>2006-03-21T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T14:24:35.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>snow flakes...the snow has been falling a lot around here, somedays it snows all day and night. the sky glows so beauitful. at times, i find myself up late just watching each snow flake fall gently to it's final landing place. i catch myself lingering in the snow without my hat or gloves just to feel the soft, cold flakes on my face and catch them in my hands. when the storm has subsided i feel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/114297890633147488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=114297890633147488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/114297890633147488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/114297890633147488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2006/03/snow-flakes.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-114254275539687589</id><published>2006-03-16T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T20:20:39.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thirteen things about tera1.... i love to cook (and so do my children) and entertain! 2....my husband and i have shared 1 vehicle for the last 5 years. we are going to purchase a work truck this month. i'm really not sure how we did it all this time?? .3....my favorite childhood memories are from time spent with my family at my grand parents' cabin in flagstaff, AZ.4....i have naturally curly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/114254275539687589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=114254275539687589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/114254275539687589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/114254275539687589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2006/03/thirteen-things-about-tera-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-114252579743520698</id><published>2006-03-15T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T12:40:57.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>colorectal cancer awareness month...please ask all of your friends and family, age 50 or over, if they have had a colonoscopy. today."Despite its high incidence, colorectal cancer is one of the most detectable and, if found early enough, most treatable forms of cancer. Over 90% of those diagnosed while the cancer is still localized survive more than five years. Currently, however, only 37% of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/114252579743520698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=114252579743520698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/114252579743520698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/114252579743520698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2006/03/colorectal-cancer-awareness-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-114055156291891333</id><published>2006-03-10T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T15:38:18.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thoughts overflowing...i am having a hard time writing as of late. my mind is full of thoughts; life and death, pain and sickness, joy and sadness, new and old friends, plans i want to make, things i need to write about, and the new found freedom in my Father that i want to share with everyone. now that i have "spilled my thoughts", i am hoping i can start writing more honestly about myself and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/114055156291891333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>...this picture of my kids is in lieu of writing all the cute things they have done lately, their academic accomplishments, their comments that make us laugh or ponder for days. today my children are simply children of God, deeply loved by their Father and their parents!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/114090879272376774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=114090879272376774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/114090879272376774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/114090879272376774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-113882987699485326</id><published>2006-02-01T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T13:48:35.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Left foot, left foot, right foot, right!" - Dr. Suess...my blog page is finally personalized but i wanted everyone to know that thus far, we still only have three children and six little feet running around! we can't figure out how to stretch my picture on this template??</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/113882987699485326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477680.post-113849021878959431</id><published>2006-01-30T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T13:39:05.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jesus...most might think i'm a crazy mother but i really enjoy driving on trips with my family. the kids read, draw, sing and ask a lot of questions. on a recent trip home from phoenix, the usual happened, my younger two children fell asleep, and clay stayed awake and talked for an hour! at first the conversation was about weather (sleet vs rain vs snow, etc) and andy turned it into a great </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/113849021878959431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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the news...i do not have the flu but i am severly allergic to the antibiotic i was taking for a UTI! my mom is continuing with chemotherapy treatments and will have a scan in a few weeks to determine if the chemotherapy has been effective in diminishing the cancer in her body. at the end of december i had a colonoscopy and did not have any problems. i am starting a "voices of colon cancer" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/113805506398569230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=113805506398569230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/113805506398569230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/113805506398569230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-113772627656101183</id><published>2006-01-19T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T08:24:46.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>las vegas...this blog should have been about our recent trip to las vegas to surprise our friend gene. i should be telling you about the families we spent time with, the good food, the countless hours of laughter. i should be sharing with you about clay and serenity and how much fun they had together. or i could be telling you about damon getting to spend the weekend with his first love, hayden, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/113772627656101183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=113772627656101183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/113772627656101183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/113772627656101183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2006/01/las-vegas.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-113673383770934199</id><published>2006-01-08T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T16:25:00.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for sale by owner...eight months ago we made a very difficult decision to leave our community in las vegas and we headed on a new journey. our life has changed drastically; we bought and moved into a new house in a small town, we do not receive a paycheck, andy a.k.a. dad has been home and with our family a lot, the kids get go to the job site with dad sometimes, we started our own business (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/113673383770934199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=113673383770934199&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/113673383770934199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/113673383770934199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2006/01/for-sale-by-owner.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-113458554380295475</id><published>2005-12-14T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T14:52:15.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Christmas Chronicles" ...my boys were in a play this week put on by the homeschool drama club. there were 50 kids that performed and they put on a very impressive performance! it has been great to watch them practice and have so much enthusiasm on stage. damon was a sheep and had a lot of funny lines with his heard. clay was the littlest shepherd and impressed the audience with his ability to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/113458554380295475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=113458554380295475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/113458554380295475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/113458554380295475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-chronicles.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-113345880527689622</id><published>2005-12-01T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T10:51:56.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>7!seven years ago i became a mother to a beautiful baby boy. six themed bithday parties have been planned with much love, then i'm told that you are too old for a "character" party-"suprise me", he says! for more than five years you have worn charcacter underwear--currently you are deciding between boxers or briefs (the plain white ones!). you have played team sports for four years and today you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/113345880527689622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=113345880527689622&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/113345880527689622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/113345880527689622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2005/12/7-seven-years-ago-i-became-mother-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-113280928696924570</id><published>2005-11-23T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T14:34:31.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thanksgiving...my mom, dad, sisters, brothers-in-law and all of my mom's grandchildren had a celebration feast together last sunday. it was nice to all be together. my mom started chemotherapy on monday and we are praying that it strengthens her lungs quickly as she has started to experience more pain and anxiety. thanksgiving is a time to reflect and this year i am thankful for every hour and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/113280928696924570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=113280928696924570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/113280928696924570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/113280928696924570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2005/11/thanksgiving.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-113201986274464483</id><published>2005-11-14T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T12:38:36.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"life after cancer"my life has been on hold for the past several days as we all were waiting for tests, hearing news, praying to God for strength and healing, watching my mom struggle for each breath, watching my dad hurting inside not knowing how to save his high school sweetheart, tears were shed, countless hours spent on the phone to family and friends, and sleepless nights at the hospital. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/113201986274464483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=113201986274464483&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/113201986274464483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/113201986274464483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2005/11/life-after-cancer-my-life-_113201986274464483.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-113091250727698949</id><published>2005-11-02T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T10:31:00.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>all dressed up and no place to go...last night i put on a new fall skirt and left the house with my husband for dinner &amp; a movie. my dad called to say that he and my mom were driving up to prescott tonight. i just knew it was bad news since it was being delievered in person. i got off my cell phone just as the waitress asked if we were ready to order, and i began to sob. my mom had a difficult </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/113091250727698949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=113091250727698949&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/113091250727698949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/113091250727698949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2005/11/all-dressed-up-and-no-place-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-113064146360848886</id><published>2005-10-30T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T22:15:00.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>do you want the good news or the bad news?...the good news is that after months of correspondence, letters from doctors, years of prior pain and many complaints about health insurance; i received a letter from my insurance company stating that they are going to cover my breast reduction surgery. about a year ago, we decided  that i would proceed with the surgery even if i was denied benefits from</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/113064146360848886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>temporaily out of service...four weeks ago a long time dream of mine came true and i have been forever changed. while out to dinner the other night, i spilled some salsa on my lap. to the average person this would not be a big deal but for me it was a first. i had a breast reduction, and today is the first day that i would say "good" if you asked me, "how are you?". anyone who knows me, knows how</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/112983951252648353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=112983951252648353&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/112983951252648353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/112983951252648353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2005/10/temporaily-out-of-service.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477680.post-112621408543873598</id><published>2005-09-12T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T16:51:17.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> August 29, 2005 Ella's 2nd Birthday Partyella's prayer..."Jesus, thank you for pa, ladybugs, babies, dada, mama, dada, mama, (repeated several times, slowly, as an attempt to be cute and stall bedtime) brothers, and Jesus, amen." </summary><link rel='edit' 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workout at the clubhouse. i called my neighbor, laura, to invite her to walk with me. we walked and talked for about 30 minutes and then it began to get windy so we decided to head back to our street. about 30 seconds later we were running home, IN THE RAIN.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/112279256253395604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=112279256253395604&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/112279256253395604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/112279256253395604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2005/07/love-thy-neighbor.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-112180056175690397</id><published>2005-07-24T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T21:36:00.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> dreams do come true...we are the proud parents of an aspiring actor! from the time clay was talking he enjoyed making others laugh and began to dream of becoming an actor. last week clay had his first real (2 hour) audition with the Missoula Children's Theater for Frog Prince. there were about 110 kids (6-17 year olds) at the audition and only about 50 kids were cast for the play. the audition </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477680.post-111885574289847147</id><published>2005-06-15T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T10:15:42.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>one long vacation...we have lived in prescott valley about one month and it feels like we have been on vacation the entire time. we do not have cable tv, we only have internet access at the apartment office, we have no place to be and no schedule to follow, most of our "stuff" is in storage, andy is not working a full-time job so he is home most of the time and we went to disneyland for a week! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/111885574289847147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/111885574289847147'/><link rel='alternate' 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</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/111637038507617646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/111637038507617646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477680.post-111544805207267260</id><published>2005-05-06T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T23:43:00.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"mr. cab driver"...recently we have spent a considerable amount of time with the people we love because we are just a few days away from moving to a new city, where we know no one. after an evening full of fun with friends my 6 year old broke down crying, not wanting to leave those whom he loves like family and have loved him deeply for the first 5 years of his life. this life we have made here </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/111544805207267260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=111544805207267260&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/111544805207267260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/111544805207267260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2005/05/mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-111527244971017064</id><published>2005-05-05T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T23:44:33.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Blue Like Jazz" by Donald Miller...reading and writing are two of my favorite things in this world and yet there are only a few stories that have been life changing for me. i have not yet finished this book, but these are the stories that i can not stop thinking about..."I never liked jazz music because jazz music doesn't resolve.But I was outside the Baghdad Theater in Portland one night when I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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to my knees and can not find the words to express my deep gratitude for the love that has been shown to me over the last five years. it is very hard to leave our las vegas family and on some level it feels really wrong to leave </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/111475687864771918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=111475687864771918&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/111475687864771918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/111475687864771918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2005/04/how-do-you-say-thank-you-thank-you-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477680.post-111462028219127610</id><published>2005-04-27T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T09:44:42.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>while at red rock with some friends, clay read the sign without any help, "PLEASE DO NOT ENTER TORTOISE HABITAT". we are so proud of his reading skills, he is reading on a second grade level--he is so smart, don't you think?? not to mention his choice of very smart friends!! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/111462028219127610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1,467 days old...damon's birthday was last week. here is his life story, so far...he was born on a cold, rainy april dayhe was born in las vegas and has lived in the same house for all his 4 yearshis dad almost passed out during his birth (c-section)his dad and nana witnessed his birthhe has dark brown hair like his mommyhe was 3 lbs bigger at birth than his brotherhe is the middle child, like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/111342642251513231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/111342642251513231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2005/04/1467-days-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477680.post-111205945975320411</id><published>2005-03-28T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T17:24:19.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>please God, no more "open house"...my children would live outside if we gave them permission. i love their adventurous spirit. in our backyard they will: play ball, make sand castles, catch butterflies &amp; ladybugs, ride bikes, plant a garden, help us with yard work, practice archery (not ella!), pretend play star wars or lord of the rings, dress up in camouflage and play army, chase each other and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/111205945975320411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/111205945975320411'/><link rel='alternate' 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</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/111151478445254184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=111151478445254184&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/111151478445254184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/111151478445254184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2005/03/apple-day_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-111119643308716497</id><published>2005-03-19T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T10:18:35.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>plans...most of you have probably heard that the person that signed a contract to buy our house is attempting to back out of the contract. when i wrote a blog entry about my stuggle with depression, i received several calls. some said, "i will pray for you", others said, "i know exactly what you are going through because i was there and didn't want to talk about it". through that experience i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/111119643308716497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/111119643308716497'/><link rel='alternate' 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if andy does "ok" with all three of the kids. i answered, "oh yeah, he does great!" he loves the time he gets to spend with all of them. i realized tonight that i am not giving him the credit he deserves. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/111000550697526136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/111000550697526136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-hero.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477680.post-110903763497793165</id><published>2005-02-21T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T10:19:27.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Evil is charming and beautiful. It makes you doubt yourself. It asks for one small compromise after another while it whittles you down. And it functions best when no one believes in it." - Joan of Arcadia...i have not been writing about it, not been believing in it, not wanting to admit it. then i read this quote and i realized that if i can't believe in the evil i struggle with, it wins. for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/110903763497793165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/110903763497793165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2005/02/evil-is-charming-and-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477680.post-110905255063202339</id><published>2005-02-21T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T22:10:59.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oceanside sunset 2.13.05 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/110905255063202339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=110905255063202339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/110905255063202339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/110905255063202339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2005/02/oceanside-sunset-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-110755833026723834</id><published>2005-02-04T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T15:16:36.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"i am definitely my daddy's girl but i have to admit i have a crush on my favorite rock star, gene!" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/110755833026723834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=110755833026723834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/110755833026723834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/110755833026723834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-am-definitely-my-daddys-girl-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-110514335007817216</id><published>2005-01-07T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T16:17:36.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today will go down in history...the snow came down hard for over 5 hours at our house today and more importantly it is serenity's 10th birthday! my kids had so much fun today, building a snowman with daddy, throwing snowballs (although damon prefers if you miss him!), drinking hot chocolate, making snow angels and playing with the neighbor kids who were ditching school - who would want to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/110514335007817216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=110514335007817216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/110514335007817216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/110514335007817216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2005/01/today-will-go-down-in-history.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-110332728755331076</id><published>2004-12-17T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T15:51:31.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christmas Cookies...today the boys and i were baking sugar cookies and listening to Christmas music-things normal families do on days in december. they were mixing and cutting out Christmas shapes when i asked clay to please check on the cookies in the oven. he hopped off the stool, eager to help, and turned on the oven light. he looked at the cookies and, with much drama, said, "oh cookies, are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/110332728755331076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=110332728755331076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/110332728755331076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/110332728755331076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-cookies.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-110292429652906514</id><published>2004-12-12T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T16:30:25.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i should be sleeping...but i have several, unrelated, annoying thoughts going through my head.1)...i have been searching (and winning-yeah!) ebay for the hard to find, much desired harry potter action figures. while searching and bidding i discovered two(and confident there are more like them!) disturbing items up for bid - very used nike shoes and condoms!2)...while shopping at ross today i</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/110292429652906514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=110292429652906514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/110292429652906514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/110292429652906514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-should-be-sleeping.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-110193849474859576</id><published>2004-12-01T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T23:55:30.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>december 1, 1998...after 8 long months, kidney stones, high blood pressure, 5 weeks of bed rest, 30 hours of trying to induce labor, our first son was born on this day. i remember tears of joy; it was an amazing miracle &amp; tears of sadness; he was so tiny and i was really scared. 6 years later, clay asked me, "mom, why did God make children?" - i remember on the day he was born, feeling joy, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/110193849474859576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=110193849474859576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/110193849474859576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/110193849474859576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2004/12/december-1-1998.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-110041328567154516</id><published>2004-11-13T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T22:22:46.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my life...i just caught up on reading blogs and it seems several others, including myself, are experiencing a writers block for different reasons. i have several things on my mind to write about but just haven't made the time--but soon. UPDATES: we are having "open house" every weekend and showing the house during the week too, ella's feet grew 1 size, damon has mastered the alphabet since i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/110041328567154516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=110041328567154516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/110041328567154516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/110041328567154516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-109701059612150993</id><published>2004-11-05T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T16:27:16.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>which kingdom?...this is a small piece of jeremy's thoughts on election day and expresses exactly how i feel about politics or any else that takes my affections and draws my passion away from the love of and for my Father, and then in turn this world.  "As the church we must recognize that it is not our vote or protests that will sustain or improve our society so much as His affections caressing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/109701059612150993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=109701059612150993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/109701059612150993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/109701059612150993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2004/11/which-kingdom.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-109712757363913286</id><published>2004-10-06T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T22:42:42.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>andy's birthday party...thanks to everyone who made andy's birthday party one we will never forget! after all the time, planning, shopping and decorating that went into this night, i'm confident that the 80's pictures of andy were the hit of the party, next to adam &amp; his girls of course! i'm still not sure why we are moving--we have the best friends anyone could ever ask for! and now that i have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/109712757363913286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>adam: the bartender, the broker, the american idol, and now the pimp!! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/109712646385000225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=109712646385000225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/109712646385000225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/109712646385000225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2004/10/adam-bartender-broker-american-idol.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-109712638279111568</id><published>2004-10-06T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T22:19:42.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"thanks gregg &amp; heidi, the cigars came in handy" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/109712638279111568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=109712638279111568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/109712638279111568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/109712638279111568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2004/10/thanks-gregg.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-109661354285171724</id><published>2004-09-30T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T00:08:11.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>paint...yesterday i touched up the paint inside our house--only about 3 feet off the ground! although, we enjoyed seeing the toy marks, the residue from the sticky frogs that they would leave on the walls and fingerprints of our children around our house--next house, i think we will consider semi-gloss paint throughout!! tomorrow we put the FSBO sign out--i am feeling anxious not knowing what 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477680.post-109632614948272405</id><published>2004-09-27T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T16:02:29.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a house or a home?...we have been working around the house almost non-stop for the last five days. scrubbing, painting, making repairs, organizing...but it wasn't until i was packing boxes with my friend, stacey, last night that it hit me--we are really moving! we have been talking about the possibility for months and now it is a reality. i've been talking to the boys about moving-only clay is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/109632614948272405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=109632614948272405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/109632614948272405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/109632614948272405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2004/09/house-or-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-109606128960014272</id><published>2004-09-24T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T14:29:43.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>neverland...damon is trying so hard (before now this would have been an impossible task) not to tell his dad what he got him for his birthday--so he climbed in our bed this morning and was talking to us and said, "mom, i'm not talking about the light saber!" -- i would cover his mouth every time he got to the "light saber" part and he thought this was funny so he proceeded to say this about ten </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/109606128960014272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=109606128960014272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/109606128960014272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/109606128960014272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2004/09/neverland.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-109571478323425750</id><published>2004-09-20T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T14:15:36.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dust...yesterday, i dusted off my hiking boots and hiked fletcher trail at Mt Charleston with my friend lisa. i've taken my three young children to the mountain many times but never hiked without them--let's just say there is a substantial difference in the level of stamina needed to hike a mountain rather than run around a creek chasing butterflies or throwing rocks into the creek! i am not the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/109571478323425750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=109571478323425750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/109571478323425750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/109571478323425750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2004/09/dust.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-109436261770300230</id><published>2004-09-04T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T22:36:57.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>trident or bazooka?...i attended a catholic wedding mass tonight for my neighbor. the priest was asking everyone to turn off any cell phones and pagers before the wedding and then proceeded to say, "also, if you are chewing gum please dispose of it now as it takes away from the traditions and spirituality of the mass." someone please explain this one to me, i don't see how chewing gum hinders my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/109436261770300230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>"it is only august!"...this is what my sweet mother-in-law said to me as we shopped for three new car seats this past weekend. andy was in a minor car accident last friday and we needed to replace the seats for the second time this year, the first time was when they were stolen in our last suburban in january. anyone top this--6 new car seats in 7 months??--no cheating, you can't have septuplets</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/109408291017936459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=109408291017936459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/109408291017936459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/109408291017936459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2004/09/it-is-only-august.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-109212505368570160</id><published>2004-08-10T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T09:47:38.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ladies night out...this evening i had the privilege of dining with 10 beautiful ladies. sorry tommy, i forgot to invite you, but we decided that if you are willing to dress up like a woman, you are welcome anytime! we sat in the Pope Room (a big round table with great acoustics) at Buca Di Peppo, laughed, ate, told stories, drank, learned from each other and about each other for over 3 hours. we</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/109212505368570160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=109212505368570160&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/109212505368570160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/109212505368570160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2004/08/ladies-night-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-109203308169521430</id><published>2004-08-08T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T23:32:44.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a restful weekend...after a slow paced weekend i think we are back to normal. my children have caught up on some much needed rest and have resumed pretending to wrestle &amp; laughing together--at least for the time being! ella, effortlessly, gave up her pacifier this weekend-YEAH! bargain of the day: swimsuit for daughter $1.49quote of the day: "bloody hell" - i have to admit that it was clay, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/109203308169521430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=109203308169521430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/109203308169521430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/109203308169521430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2004/08/restful-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-109182994529950072</id><published>2004-08-06T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T15:08:15.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>highs *ate a warm krispy kreme donut*spent time with my friend michelle-she kept my spirits high today!*my eleven month old dancing to the hokey pokey-so cute!*to fix the air conditioning in my truck only cost $80 and i still have $90.27 left in my checking acct!*my husband called me from work just to say, "i love you"lows *i woke my boys up early for the 5th day in a row only to miss their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/109182994529950072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=109182994529950072&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/109182994529950072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/109182994529950072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2004/08/highs-ate-warm-krispy-kreme-donutspent.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-109160658148991688</id><published>2004-08-04T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T01:09:54.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my 12 favorite people...have you ever been in a room with 12 other people--shared your faults with them, felt encouraged by their words, disagreed, had no concern for who the person next to you will vote for or how much $$ they make, ate &amp; drank together, laughed, cried, hit someone &amp; said your "sorry", imagined, created--and felt the most perfect love possible?? tonight we spent time around my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/109160658148991688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=109160658148991688&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/109160658148991688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/109160658148991688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-12-favorite-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-109148861697790668</id><published>2004-08-02T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T16:22:33.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my dream gathering...last night apexers came together to celebrate. it was a great party. i talked to people i have not seen in over a month. i saw smiles and heard worship, i sensed depression, exhaustion &amp; pain. i long for a time when we can get together and know we are loved regardless of our differences and sins. i want to share more of my self with my whole church family. i guess what i'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/109148861697790668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=109148861697790668&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/109148861697790668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/109148861697790668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-dream-gathering.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-109114508715131755</id><published>2004-07-29T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T18:36:35.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the one thing you don't know about my husband ...i know he "exposes" him on a regular basis here in the blogger world, but he has a secret passion and i know he won't brag about it--so i will!  please take a moment to go to http://www.popularhotrodding.com to see the four page article that recently appeared in this magazine about his 1969 camaro that he has spent so many hours rebuilding. the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/109114508715131755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=109114508715131755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/109114508715131755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/109114508715131755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2004/07/one-thing-you-dont-know-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-109087519700053459</id><published>2004-07-26T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T16:59:55.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>time out ...i am struggling to find time for myself lately and although i found a quick minute to change my blogskin let me whine for a minute... while typing the above sentence, i got up from my computer chair 5 times for my childreni am envious that my husband has blogged over 10 times in june &amp; july and this blog will be my 3rd!recently joe patton said to me (joking of course), "what do you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/109087519700053459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=109087519700053459&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/109087519700053459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/109087519700053459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2004/07/time-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-108931481844532128</id><published>2004-07-08T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T17:00:19.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the simple life ...i believe that God created us to be simple creatures. He created the garden of eden for adam and eve to enjoy~and now most of us only dream of a life that simple. i was thinking a lot about this as my family spent the last 4 days at my father-in-law's beach house in oceanside. i pondered as my children listen to the loud crash of the ocean waves, feel the sand fall through </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/108931481844532128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=108931481844532128&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/108931481844532128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/108931481844532128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2004/07/simple-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-108820248632276919</id><published>2004-06-25T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T15:54:37.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>playing hookie...i have been really busy having way too much FUN with my kids this summer~no time to blog! i guess you can't call it hookie when they are my job~but we have been having so much fun that i feel like i'm a kid again. i do have the best job in the world. actually i have the best husband/daddy ~ because even though the time and fun i have with our kids make him insanely jealous, he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/108820248632276919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=108820248632276919&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/108820248632276919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/108820248632276919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2004/06/playing-hookie.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-108570294705679365</id><published>2004-05-27T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T10:26:02.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Friends love through all kinds of weather,and families stick together in all kinds of trouble."Proverbs 17:17my friend...wednesday morning when tori woke up at my house, i joked with her saying, "while you were sleeping your mom had a baby sister and named her sophie!" she laughed, because i tease her often! her brother lucas is beautiful~he was born premature and his lungs are not fully </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/108570294705679365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=108570294705679365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/108570294705679365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/108570294705679365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2004/05/friends-love-through-all-kinds-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-108500766261054707</id><published>2004-05-19T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T16:03:23.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>to blog or to nap?...i spent the day with my kids and some friends at the nature discovery park in aliante~we had FUN! i have been complaining because the weather is so nice and i don't have a vehicle everyday to get out of the house, so this was a perfect day! andy has been asking me when i'm going to blog and i always say, "i don't have time to sit in front of the computer!" then, today i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/108500766261054707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=108500766261054707&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/108500766261054707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/108500766261054707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2004/05/to-blog-or-to-nap.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-108382802104555551</id><published>2004-05-06T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T00:23:33.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>truth...tonight we went to a canyon ridge service-only because my boys are presidents of the "i wanna be gene and touch his new guitar" fan club--Hooked was leading worship. tonight i heard a sermon preached about lifting up the church leadership, not my Father's love. tonight i saw an outline put together to serve the church and they missed the real story of paul and timothy's journey. tonight </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/108382802104555551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=108382802104555551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/108382802104555551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/108382802104555551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2004/05/truth.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-108347406940933110</id><published>2004-05-04T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T13:26:30.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>APRIL...damon celebrated his "3rd" birthday-Spiderman!; avery was born-i cried reading her mommy &amp; daddy's blogs!; clay lost a little piece of his childlike innocence as he realized what divorce means, asked many ?'s and let mom know that i can never marry another dad (oh yeah, he also learned that  "damn" is a bad word that the trampoline bouncing neighbor boy taught him and that smoking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/108347406940933110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=108347406940933110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/108347406940933110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/108347406940933110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2004/05/april.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-108069143576670649</id><published>2004-03-30T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T16:06:32.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>time...my days have flown by and i am tired of being in a hurried mode. so today i took the time to paint my toe nails and then i realized that i really need this blog.  taking the time to write almost every day, slows me down and helps me to reflect...it makes me happy!it is very deep when without uttering a word to each other that several of us adults in the same community can be struck with</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/108069143576670649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=108069143576670649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/108069143576670649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/108069143576670649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2004/03/time.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-107829993357575483</id><published>2004-03-02T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T23:47:41.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>since i last blogged...no one in my family has been sick-yeah!...i've changed approx. 97 diapers...i celebrated my 30th birthday...i saw "50 First Dates" on Valentine's Day...i've written many "thank you" notes for all the kindness we have received from our community...changed our health insurance plan...filed our tax return...borrowed 3 different vehicles and finally settled with our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/107829993357575483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=107829993357575483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/107829993357575483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/107829993357575483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2004/03/since-i-last-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-107605414953604946</id><published>2004-02-05T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T23:57:31.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NO FEAR...i fear the unknown...i fear home invasion...i fear falling asleep...i fear loosing a child...i fear medical bills...i fear the dark...i fear evili can't sleep since the night our truck was stolen. i'm not upset about our truck--it is just the invasion of my sense of safety. we lock our doors, windows, alarm our stuff--and think we are safe. andy wants to alarm our house so i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/107605414953604946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=107605414953604946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/107605414953604946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/107605414953604946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2004/02/no-fear.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-107541043270714651</id><published>2004-01-29T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T13:08:48.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>is this as good as it gets?...i could be pregnant again, but im not-got the ept test to prove it!...my kids could still be sick, thank God they are healthy!...our bananas are black, but we own a grocery store!...my daughter's diaper failed-on my lap-but my washing machine still works!...our suburban, with 2 car seats &amp; a stroller got stolen out of my driveway while we were sleeping...BUT we</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/107541043270714651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=107541043270714651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/107541043270714651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/107541043270714651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2004/01/is-this-as-good-as-it-gets.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-107491820608056081</id><published>2004-01-25T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T09:46:33.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the week is a blurrrrr!...last night my home was filled with laughter, community, good food, &amp; "sex on the beach"! my friends, stacey &amp; lisa, worked all day and then came to my house to cook, scrub toilets, do laundry, massage shoulders, &amp; play with kids--i love them and treasure the community God has given us!  for the past 7 days there have been a lot of tears, screaming &amp; an eary silence </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/107491820608056081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=107491820608056081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/107491820608056081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/107491820608056081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2004/01/week-is-blurrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-107412352428864948</id><published>2004-01-14T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T15:40:04.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what is a blessing anyway??...yesterday i was having a stressful day, trying to figure out how we are going to pay our bills this month. my father, very quickly, reminded of two things through the people around me--first, he gave me a spiritual family that is there to help me. lisa called me with an opportunity to make some money. i don't even know how to put down in words how much gene, lisa &amp; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/107412352428864948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=107412352428864948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/107412352428864948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/107412352428864948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2004/01/what-is-blessing-anyway.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-107401993370250998</id><published>2004-01-13T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T10:53:32.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"one, two, three..."...i hate it when i hear parents count for their children, giving them three more seconds to obey, but if you are one who counts please, please don't start over 4 times!! i am an adult and i get confused when i hear this!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/107401993370250998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=107401993370250998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/107401993370250998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/107401993370250998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2004/01/one-two-three.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-107280841722739323</id><published>2003-12-30T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T10:21:22.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if it snowed in lv ...i would not, pull the covers over my head and request that a 4th blanket be put on my bed (andy)...i would not, look at the snow falling, say "i don't feel so good can i go back to bed" (clay at 2am)...i would not refuse to get dressed, stay inside and watch my mommy and brother throw snowballs &amp; make snow angels! (damon @8am)two am last night ella woke up (probably </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/107280841722739323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=107280841722739323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/107280841722739323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/107280841722739323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2003/12/if-it-snowed-in-lv.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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-5477680.post-107274237665542475</id><published>2003-12-29T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T16:00:41.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>noise...today i heard the telephone ring, my beauitful baby's tears, the oven's timer go off, the washing machine doing it's job, brothers' laughter, brothers' fighting, my growing boys pretending, ella trying to "talk", a brother tell his little sister how much he loves her, my son tell a lie, my Father reminding me to see what he sees in me when i look in the mirror, my sweet sister's voice, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/feeds/107274237665542475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5477680&amp;postID=107274237665542475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/107274237665542475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5477680/posts/default/107274237665542475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teraharshman.blogspot.com/2003/12/noise.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08416942099320743036</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></feed>
