<?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-5882211879908811323</id><updated>2012-02-17T23:34:34.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wailings and Hailings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schaferclan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882211879908811323/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schaferclan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Schafers blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06049947296796257350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u5vAPjuqU0Y/TwPDYKEm59I/AAAAAAAAAEw/EXaOF5rjrJI/s220/Image%2B7.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882211879908811323.post-4895953417620572120</id><published>2012-02-16T23:54:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T00:19:16.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Project turned upside down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWNcKrzMPuw/Tz4M5dtWbzI/AAAAAAAAAH8/YuZjR9W4YZU/s1600/IMG_0289.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWNcKrzMPuw/Tz4M5dtWbzI/AAAAAAAAAH8/YuZjR9W4YZU/s320/IMG_0289.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710015558919286578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqd-RUGsmmo/Tz4LkIxoubI/AAAAAAAAAHw/LR0yqHoq4m8/s1600/IMG_0292.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqd-RUGsmmo/Tz4LkIxoubI/AAAAAAAAAHw/LR0yqHoq4m8/s320/IMG_0292.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710014093011237298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since Adam had back surgery he hasn't been able to help me lift or carry stuff which I am glad he isn't. No way I want him to go back for a second surgery. These last couple of days I had been feeling like superwoman taking on all these stuff such as oh I don't know like putting together a storage shelf together from Ikea. I went into to Ikea and bought an Expedit shelving unit for our basement which I have been wanting for about a year to organize all the kids toys. Last night I was working along on carrying all the shelf pieces downstairs and putting it together. I even was listening to music and talking to myself to keep myself company while hubby was away at the gym working out his biceps. ;0) In the middle of the putting together, hubby came home and made a snack for us tomato cooked up with cheese on top. *yum*  Afterwards I went back down to finish up then I got to the very last piece and was this --------- close to being done except.. I realized that I couldn't put in the screws to keep the board together. It was like gravity was holding it apart. So out of frustration I pounded the screws in whether it was in the instructions or not. Oh by the way I looked through the whole box and no I repeat no instructions at all was found in the box! I stepped back to look at my supposedly masterpiece being all proud of myself being the handyman and all. I felt my ego squished like a bug when I realized why the screws wouldn't go through in the first place. As you can see in the picture above you can see me and stupidity.;D&lt;div&gt;The brown part of the board was suppose to be the top part of the shelving unit so this afternoon I had to take apart the whole blasted thing and set it up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it is all prepped up for organizing THE toys. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though it may just be my sister and I reading my post it's good therapy for me to write my feelings down on days that I can sit here at the computer. It's also a nice way of keeping a journal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway pardon the mess of our basement, nighty night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882211879908811323-4895953417620572120?l=schaferclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schaferclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4895953417620572120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882211879908811323&amp;postID=4895953417620572120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882211879908811323/posts/default/4895953417620572120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882211879908811323/posts/default/4895953417620572120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schaferclan.blogspot.com/2012/02/project-turned-upside-down.html' title='The Project turned upside down'/><author><name>Schafers blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06049947296796257350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u5vAPjuqU0Y/TwPDYKEm59I/AAAAAAAAAEw/EXaOF5rjrJI/s220/Image%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWNcKrzMPuw/Tz4M5dtWbzI/AAAAAAAAAH8/YuZjR9W4YZU/s72-c/IMG_0289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882211879908811323.post-6552216722634015195</id><published>2012-02-14T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T22:50:16.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupid's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JK79BlHEZjA/TztVJGHWwLI/AAAAAAAAAHk/93RQNlE18-8/s1600/IMG_0282.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JK79BlHEZjA/TztVJGHWwLI/AAAAAAAAAHk/93RQNlE18-8/s320/IMG_0282.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709250567370883250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7OS1JyQ89vY/TztP6Y8hHZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/820My93LA1I/s1600/IMG_0281.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7OS1JyQ89vY/TztP6Y8hHZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/820My93LA1I/s320/IMG_0281.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709244817169522066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love Valentine's Day, it's the &lt;div&gt;day to celebrate LOVE. My&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adam took me out to Rodizio's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grill at noon while my sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and mom watched our boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He surprised me with the most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gorgeous flowers I have ever seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so nice to have the smell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of flowers wavering to our noses &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while we ate. We had a grand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time talking about a variety&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of stuff without any interruptions, of course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no pun to our children. Nice to have time spent with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just him without the mommy this mommy that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our favorite food was the pineapple and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beef and especially the dessert at the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had what was called&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rabanada which consisted of a cinnamon pastry-churro style,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the best dessert on earth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the lovely date, we went back to pick up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our girls from school. We headed over to my sister's house and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;found my mom had laid Alimaka for nap. We decided to leave him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;asleep and take our girls along with Tommy to a movie called&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugo which was the most boring movie that Adam and I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ever encountered. Ah but it was nice to sit with the kids eating popcorn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and rootbeer. Thanks to my amazing sister and mom for willing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to watch our kids all day so we could have a fantastic Valentine's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Valentine's Day to all the world, may it have been a grand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the pictures of our baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wearing an onesie I found at Target that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't resist even though it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a size 6 mos. It was worth buying because it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fit him perfectly! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NgiSDuhajkM/TztP5w6ju9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/IgXD35bVQM4/s1600/IMG_0280.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NgiSDuhajkM/TztP5w6ju9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/IgXD35bVQM4/s320/IMG_0280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709244806423886802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6frIoUn_gFE/TztP5V7aEBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2ZXcrXD9_Ec/s1600/IMG_0279.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6frIoUn_gFE/TztP5V7aEBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2ZXcrXD9_Ec/s320/IMG_0279.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709244799179690002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rq8uSbycFxw/TztP4c2I0oI/AAAAAAAAAG0/HkRNXL_dXrU/s1600/IMG_0278.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rq8uSbycFxw/TztP4c2I0oI/AAAAAAAAAG0/HkRNXL_dXrU/s320/IMG_0278.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709244783856767618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mn5uje6888c/TztP4A2sgYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/29KlLuI7Fbg/s1600/IMG_0277.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mn5uje6888c/TztP4A2sgYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/29KlLuI7Fbg/s320/IMG_0277.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709244776342913410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882211879908811323-6552216722634015195?l=schaferclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schaferclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6552216722634015195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882211879908811323&amp;postID=6552216722634015195' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882211879908811323/posts/default/6552216722634015195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882211879908811323/posts/default/6552216722634015195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schaferclan.blogspot.com/2012/02/cupids-day.html' title='Cupid&apos;s day'/><author><name>Schafers blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06049947296796257350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u5vAPjuqU0Y/TwPDYKEm59I/AAAAAAAAAEw/EXaOF5rjrJI/s220/Image%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JK79BlHEZjA/TztVJGHWwLI/AAAAAAAAAHk/93RQNlE18-8/s72-c/IMG_0282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882211879908811323.post-8589508270323677557</id><published>2012-02-11T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T00:32:30.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I said that I would focus &lt;div&gt;on the now but got to thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that there is nothing wrong with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;picking up from the past. I felt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that the last post I did yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was a bit morbid so decided to uplift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my blog by posting pictures of Tommy's 2nd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;birthday last year May 26, 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We celebrated his day by taking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him, his baby brother, and two sisters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for a ride on Thomas the train in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heber, UT. Tommy was and still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in love with trains just like his &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;daddy and uncle. The whole train ride Tommy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was glued to the window watching as we past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;houses, buildings, the countryside. He was in train&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heaven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am having a bit of a problem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with posting pictures since it has only been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my second time since 6 years ago. Ack, I need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my sister's help since she is an expert at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this stuff. Well bear with me and enjoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the pictures. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpI5zkRiX4k/TzYkzt77oMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/UJbzqcYJfrs/s1600/IMG_1263.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpI5zkRiX4k/TzYkzt77oMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/UJbzqcYJfrs/s320/IMG_1263.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707790048661577922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aTVtA9zuczs/TzYkycohk7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/bdVBNFsIVZ0/s1600/IMG_0378.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aTVtA9zuczs/TzYkycohk7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/bdVBNFsIVZ0/s320/IMG_0378.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707790026836906930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OoCopkN5yT0/TzYkyEPddoI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_gXonNjEVK4/s1600/IMG_1262.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OoCopkN5yT0/TzYkyEPddoI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_gXonNjEVK4/s320/IMG_1262.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707790020289328770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882211879908811323-8589508270323677557?l=schaferclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schaferclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8589508270323677557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882211879908811323&amp;postID=8589508270323677557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882211879908811323/posts/default/8589508270323677557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882211879908811323/posts/default/8589508270323677557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schaferclan.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-know-i-said-that-i-would-focus-on-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Schafers blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06049947296796257350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u5vAPjuqU0Y/TwPDYKEm59I/AAAAAAAAAEw/EXaOF5rjrJI/s220/Image%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpI5zkRiX4k/TzYkzt77oMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/UJbzqcYJfrs/s72-c/IMG_1263.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882211879908811323.post-6738325460621208187</id><published>2012-02-08T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T23:39:33.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well here I am again feeling like I wanted to get all of the stuff out of my mind. It's nice to have a journal to turn to when my mind is racing with all sorts of things. Yesterday I woke up the girls for their usual get ready for school routine then Keona came up to me saying she wasn't feeling well. She claimed she had a sore throat and didn't feel up to going to school. I told her she would have to stay on couch the whole day with nothing to do and she said okay. I decided that she should have medicine and take her anyway and she had a huge fit. She was crying so hard that her whole little body was shaking and couldn't even put clothes on. I saw Keona sitting at the island counter looking all miserable and I was thinking perhaps i was hard on her so I asked her if she was avoiding school. One thing led to another and the puzzle was put together and realized that Keona didn't want to go to school because of her substitute teacher. Her teacher was in the hospital because of her pregnancy so I am assuming it is because she needs to be on bed rest so she won't be coming back for awhile. Keona misses her and says the substitute teacher is very strict. I hope her teacher comes back, it isn't easy for kids to have changes like that. &lt;div&gt;I had been contemplating since yesterday late afternoon when Adam notified me that Eva's flute teacher was in an accident on Monday. She was driving with her two children and got hit by a cement truck near my parents house. The teacher (Melissa) is currently in the ICU and her two year old daughter died when arrived at Primary children's hospital after being airlifted there. Her 9-10 month old baby boy was injured but is doing fine. I just cannot stop thinking about Melissa and cannot imagine or ever want to imagine what she must be going through the loss of a child. Her daughter was named Mary and she came several times with her mom and brother to teach Eva her flute lessons. Mary was an adorable red-headed two year old who adored our dog Haole and loved to play with him and with our son Tommy who is also two. When Adam told me my heart stopped and I couldn't breathe then I looked at our Tommy and just was heartbroken for Melissa. I just held on to my son and was thinking Melissa isn't able to hold onto her daughter anymore. I held onto my girls and Alimaka as well, life is precious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tommorrow I have a cat scan to check out my Sacroiliac joint to see if that's where my pain is generating from. I am so exhausted from constant pain and hope dr finds something to resolve and cure my pain like it has for Adam. The doctor told me surgery is not an option for me and physical therapy is all that can be done at this time. I wish I didn't have to depend on medication and the pain would miraculously disappear but that's wishful thinking. Well off to bed I go, I got to get up between 7-8am since my cat scan is at 8:30am. Lovely. Good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882211879908811323-6738325460621208187?l=schaferclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schaferclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6738325460621208187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882211879908811323&amp;postID=6738325460621208187' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882211879908811323/posts/default/6738325460621208187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882211879908811323/posts/default/6738325460621208187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schaferclan.blogspot.com/2012/02/well-here-i-am-again-feeling-like-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Schafers blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06049947296796257350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u5vAPjuqU0Y/TwPDYKEm59I/AAAAAAAAAEw/EXaOF5rjrJI/s220/Image%2B7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882211879908811323.post-6340530030259989327</id><published>2012-02-06T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T23:09:59.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Schafer clan has been revived</title><content type='html'>Here I am reviving my blog from the dead, it has been five years since I posted my last and only blog when my girl Keona (our second daughter) was two and half years old. Now here she is 6 years old. How sad is that? Well anyhow, it's nice to be back! Instead of trying to recapture the last five years, I am just gonna start anew starting today which is all I can do. I want to make a goal to keep this blog going at least once a week. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In just two days my son Alimaka will be 10 months and in just two months he will hit the one year mark which I have mixed feelings of. It's not that I don't want him to grow and develop, I just want to hold on to the baby stage. Babies grow so awfully fast and it's unstoppable, I am trying to treasure every moment whether he is crying because he is teething or whether he's asleep in my arms. It's all the same, those precious kodak moments. But no matter when he becomes one, two, three, etc.. I will still treasure him as do i with our other three children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thomas/Tommy or as what we call him Tom-Tom is gonna hit the three year mark in four months. No matter how many tantrums he has per day, he melts my heart. He follows me wherever I go. If I am doing laundry, he comes into the laundry room and enjoys watching me throw clothes into the washer and watch the dryer go round and round. He does this high voice when he's excited "Oh look mommy, it's going round."  There never goes a day without him entertaining us with something he says or does. He adores his sisters and wherever his sisters go he must tag along. If his daddy leaves, he has a meltdown. He is daddy's boy and he is also mommy's boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keona or nona as what Tommy calls her will hit the seven year mark in five months and next year she will be baptized! Oh how time flies. She is the most affectionate of all of our children and she would just jump up on you and just hold on however long you let her. She would grab her sister from behind at lunchtime and Eva would threaten her that if she doesn't let go she won't get a unicorn for her birthday. Hmm bribery? The things kids concoct with these days.. Keona loves her 1st grade teacher and looks forward to each day of school. She has a best friend name Maddie whom she just adores and looks forward to each playmate she has with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eva or ara as what Tommy calls her will hit the ten year mark in six months. She is the most responsible and mature of all of our children. She loves to read until she falls asleep which explains her IQ and the way she thinks. She never ceases to amaze us with the kind of conversations we have with her.  There are times where I feel like I am talking to an adult, her mind just blows me away. She adores her brothers and sister, she would bend over backwards for each of them (Daddy here.  That is true. Eva was the first person in this life to touch Ali as he was being born.  Eva was there for his first breath, and she dotes on Ali, Nona and Tom-Tom.) She loves to socialize and has a variety of friends from different nationalities. She's very close with all her cousins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My other half is Adam and no joke, he and I seem to be made from the same cloth. If he gets sick, I get sick. He knew the same people I knew growing up; he and I were both raised oral (reading lips our whole lives) and then learned sign language later in life. We both went on missions, both are the middle children in our families, both of us love to travel and go on road trips. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well as for now I shall close. Until tmmw, this is just the beginning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882211879908811323-6340530030259989327?l=schaferclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schaferclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6340530030259989327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882211879908811323&amp;postID=6340530030259989327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882211879908811323/posts/default/6340530030259989327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882211879908811323/posts/default/6340530030259989327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schaferclan.blogspot.com/2012/02/schafer-clan-has-been-revived.html' title='The Schafer clan has been revived'/><author><name>Schafers blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06049947296796257350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u5vAPjuqU0Y/TwPDYKEm59I/AAAAAAAAAEw/EXaOF5rjrJI/s220/Image%2B7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882211879908811323.post-191294029991182267</id><published>2008-06-13T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T15:36:27.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keona's 3rd birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM2PdxB4OzI/SFLwkoIiHrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rHibwthJ6BI/s1600-h/keona+birthday+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211492230860250802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM2PdxB4OzI/SFLwkoIiHrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rHibwthJ6BI/s320/keona+birthday+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keona being all goofy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM2PdxB4OzI/SFLzpQk6pWI/AAAAAAAAACI/JZ8Ed2vR1CM/s1600-h/keona+birthday+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211495608971076962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM2PdxB4OzI/SFLzpQk6pWI/AAAAAAAAACI/JZ8Ed2vR1CM/s320/keona+birthday+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keona in her new hawaiian outfit from grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM2PdxB4OzI/SFLzckNMzgI/AAAAAAAAACA/sc3hAG3XKY8/s1600-h/keona+birthday+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211495390902013442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM2PdxB4OzI/SFLzckNMzgI/AAAAAAAAACA/sc3hAG3XKY8/s320/keona+birthday+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keona dressed all in green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM2PdxB4OzI/SFLzOeeewBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/74HCnIhBfH0/s1600-h/keona+birthday+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211495148845711378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM2PdxB4OzI/SFLzOeeewBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/74HCnIhBfH0/s320/keona+birthday+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All dressed up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM2PdxB4OzI/SFLy9M_YWCI/AAAAAAAAABw/eMGDCvYjTdU/s1600-h/keona+birthday+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211494852094089250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM2PdxB4OzI/SFLy9M_YWCI/AAAAAAAAABw/eMGDCvYjTdU/s320/keona+birthday+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keona dressed in watermelon style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM2PdxB4OzI/SFLywBc9h-I/AAAAAAAAABo/kgnuQ0_An64/s1600-h/keona+birthday+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211494625658636258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM2PdxB4OzI/SFLywBc9h-I/AAAAAAAAABo/kgnuQ0_An64/s320/keona+birthday+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keona holding her brand-new baby in carrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM2PdxB4OzI/SFLyfLNmK3I/AAAAAAAAABg/N24GX2F6OxU/s1600-h/keona+birthday+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211494336220769138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM2PdxB4OzI/SFLyfLNmK3I/AAAAAAAAABg/N24GX2F6OxU/s320/keona+birthday+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keona all dolled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM2PdxB4OzI/SFLyNS2kRhI/AAAAAAAAABY/R_cxV1SVdX4/s1600-h/keona+birthday+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211494029034014226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM2PdxB4OzI/SFLyNS2kRhI/AAAAAAAAABY/R_cxV1SVdX4/s320/keona+birthday+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unwrapping presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM2PdxB4OzI/SFLx8J7z1sI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RqzR8-ZxmvI/s1600-h/keona+birthday+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211493734582310594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM2PdxB4OzI/SFLx8J7z1sI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RqzR8-ZxmvI/s320/keona+birthday+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM2PdxB4OzI/SFLxshkLVjI/AAAAAAAAABI/EjbDLjPM8Ao/s1600-h/keona+birthday+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211493466047731250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM2PdxB4OzI/SFLxshkLVjI/AAAAAAAAABI/EjbDLjPM8Ao/s320/keona+birthday+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keona getting ready to blow her 3 candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM2PdxB4OzI/SFLxdvSfg1I/AAAAAAAAABA/7MQq5mxL35U/s1600-h/keona+birthday+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211493212033614674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM2PdxB4OzI/SFLxdvSfg1I/AAAAAAAAABA/7MQq5mxL35U/s320/keona+birthday+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Keona with a huge grin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM2PdxB4OzI/SFLu753rf_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/2wUmIGXTkAo/s1600-h/keona+birthday+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211490431735136242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM2PdxB4OzI/SFLu753rf_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/2wUmIGXTkAo/s320/keona+birthday+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keona all ready to dive into her cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882211879908811323-191294029991182267?l=schaferclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u5vAPjuqU0Y/TwPDYKEm59I/AAAAAAAAAEw/EXaOF5rjrJI/s220/Image%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM2PdxB4OzI/SFLwkoIiHrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rHibwthJ6BI/s72-c/keona+birthday+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882211879908811323.post-8137980462103476299</id><published>2007-10-07T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T15:40:24.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM2PdxB4OzI/RwmI-0ZjyMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SCsnZmPVlOo/s1600-h/lisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118773064282392770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM2PdxB4OzI/RwmI-0ZjyMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SCsnZmPVlOo/s320/lisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Us Schafer clan dressed in Hawaiin style. 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