<?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-21674756</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:22:40.965-08:00</updated><category term='Exercise'/><title type='text'>Attempting Exercise</title><subtitle type='html'>Attempting to move family from screens to scenes.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapstress.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674756/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapstress.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hapstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13837928900896491906</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21674756.post-3867380514609918396</id><published>2010-11-23T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T13:15:42.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Over 3 miles yesterday morning! It felt GREAT. I do eat more though. Thanksgiving is the day after tomorrow. I'd love to come up with a game plan other than eat all day.  hmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674756-3867380514609918396?l=hapstress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapstress.blogspot.com/feeds/3867380514609918396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21674756&amp;postID=3867380514609918396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674756/posts/default/3867380514609918396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674756/posts/default/3867380514609918396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapstress.blogspot.com/2010/11/over-3-miles-yesterday-morning-it-felt.html' title=''/><author><name>hapstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13837928900896491906</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-21674756.post-1364640445267537086</id><published>2010-11-20T16:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T16:55:33.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to find out when i started this. Still going strong. I made it to the Speedway this morning which according the van odometer it is 2.8 miles round trip. So close to 3!!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have my Nike Free's and wore my regular Nikes. Not going to make that mistake again. I think I'm just going to sell my regular Nike's on ebay.  Still LOVING memorizing scripture while i walk. Almost done with colossians 4.  I was close to wanting to skip the end but am finding it VERY encouraging and inspiring.  Especially Epaphras. Favorite part of the chapter.  I also enjoy the cows though they stink BAD! I need to squeeze in one tomorrow (Sunday) in order to get my 5 times a week quota which I haven't missed since I started. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;I am SOOOOO Looking forward to living in Idaho again.  Can;'t wait to see who God will put in my life to love and pray and hold me accountable. God is good all the time, even when it doesn't feel like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674756-1364640445267537086?l=hapstress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapstress.blogspot.com/feeds/1364640445267537086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21674756&amp;postID=1364640445267537086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674756/posts/default/1364640445267537086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674756/posts/default/1364640445267537086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapstress.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-need-to-find-out-when-i-started-this.html' title=''/><author><name>hapstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13837928900896491906</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-21674756.post-3217655944349712605</id><published>2010-11-08T08:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T09:20:17.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, the attempt to exercise the family was a flop. I wonder if it really does have to start with me. When i eat veggies, they eat veggies.  Well, I've started. I think it's been 4 weeks now.  5 days a week I walk 2-2.5 miles. I love it. The first day, my mind was bored and I walked aimlessly. I decided a path and have stuck to it every day since and I've chosen a mind job. Memorizing scripture.  "Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly..." "Thy Word is a lamp unto my feet". i guess the light of the Word can't guide me if it's turned off, i.e. - sitting closed on the side table. I happen to be greatly in need of  light on my path at the moment seemingly more than at other times. I have very blessed by memorizing and now meditating on Colossians 3.  Maybe I'll do 4 next then go back and do 1 and 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674756-3217655944349712605?l=hapstress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapstress.blogspot.com/feeds/3217655944349712605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21674756&amp;postID=3217655944349712605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674756/posts/default/3217655944349712605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674756/posts/default/3217655944349712605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapstress.blogspot.com/2010/11/ok-attempt-to-exercise-family-was-flop.html' title=''/><author><name>hapstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13837928900896491906</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-21674756.post-1734777378224014812</id><published>2010-08-23T20:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T20:48:20.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, just that was impulsive. Just bought a heart rate monitor watch for $1 on ebay with $8 shipping. I hope that wasn't silly. Better go to bed. That was completed within 2 minutes of posting that I would look into getting one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674756-1734777378224014812?l=hapstress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapstress.blogspot.com/feeds/1734777378224014812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21674756&amp;postID=1734777378224014812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674756/posts/default/1734777378224014812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674756/posts/default/1734777378224014812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapstress.blogspot.com/2010/08/ok-just-that-was-impulsive.html' title=''/><author><name>hapstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13837928900896491906</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-21674756.post-1599815706436588171</id><published>2010-08-23T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T20:43:11.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 4, I need a new approach. When I used to say, "let's go on a walk" everyone would get so excited thinking it was a fun special thing. Now when I say it they cry "No! I don't want to".&lt;br /&gt;so today, we walked to the pet store and back. We  got the mile in without talking about it or anyone knowing we were doing it. I want to look into heart rate monitors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674756-1599815706436588171?l=hapstress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapstress.blogspot.com/feeds/1599815706436588171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21674756&amp;postID=1599815706436588171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674756/posts/default/1599815706436588171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674756/posts/default/1599815706436588171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapstress.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-4-i-need-new-approach.html' title=''/><author><name>hapstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13837928900896491906</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-21674756.post-1525029791143551561</id><published>2010-08-22T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T05:52:25.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 2, kids went on 1/2 mile walk with 77 year old grandma while hubby and I ate chinese buffet. Then I walked them the 1/2 mile walk home. So, in a lazy way we made it a mile but that is ok because Saturday and Sunday are not "must walks".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3, 8am, I snuck out with 5 and 9 year old before 2 year old woke up. They both cried to bike so I let them. 5 y.o. , who is too scared to even ride his bike with training wheels found that he'd rather walk then ride his tricycle a mile.  Even the 9 y.o. by the end said that biking was too hard and she'd rather walk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674756-1525029791143551561?l=hapstress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapstress.blogspot.com/feeds/1525029791143551561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21674756&amp;postID=1525029791143551561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674756/posts/default/1525029791143551561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674756/posts/default/1525029791143551561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapstress.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-2-kids-went-on-12-mile-walk-with-77.html' title=''/><author><name>hapstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13837928900896491906</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-21674756.post-6400002432515266982</id><published>2010-08-20T08:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T08:24:58.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exercise'/><title type='text'>The Reece Family attempts exercise. Day 1</title><content type='html'>Maybe we could be like Julie/Julia only instead of recipes we exercise and work our way up to a marathon. Ha Ha. Ok, maybe a 5k?  So, my husband and I love to judge people who let their kids watch tv and play computer games all day. Till I realized, oops, that's us. we've got a 9,5 and 2 year old and we are extremely sedentary. I never thought of myself as lazy. We live next door to a great park/rec center. But the truth is, we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today starts a new day! Doctor says we should exercise 60 minutes a day. Ya right. None of us are exercisers. My husband and I will car camp and walk the dog but that's the extent of exercise. Today, I told the kids we were going to walk a mile. We could go as slow as we wanted but we were going to do it.  All three were crying as we attempted to get the shoes and socks on. It's been a LONG time since we've felt socks and shoes on as crocs and flip flops are our only foot attire.  We made it a mile. 22 minutes! The two year old road the second half in the stroller.  The 5 year old skipped off the start line and ran for 20 steps, slowed down and cried/screamed the ENTIRE rest of the mile. TRULY cried, out loud, while I dragged him by the hand for the entire 2 and a half times around the track. We slowed to pet a little cocker spaniel and the owner of the dog asked if the 5 year old was scared of dogs because he couldn't stop audibly crying. I said, "nope, he just hates walking". I wonder what all the neighbors thought as they heard our sad kids being forced into a one mile walk.  If for no other reason, I write to say, if I can get my family exercising, anybody can. But this is only day one.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. - as soon as I literally dragged my 5 year old across the 1 mile mark, he let go of my hand and took off running. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674756-6400002432515266982?l=hapstress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapstress.blogspot.com/feeds/6400002432515266982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21674756&amp;postID=6400002432515266982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674756/posts/default/6400002432515266982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674756/posts/default/6400002432515266982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapstress.blogspot.com/2010/08/reece-family-attempts-exercise-day-1.html' title='The Reece Family attempts exercise. Day 1'/><author><name>hapstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13837928900896491906</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-21674756.post-7339221596934866661</id><published>2009-07-08T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T19:33:01.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why blog when there is facebook?&lt;br /&gt;If you or a child in your family gets head lice, do not use rid or nix.&lt;br /&gt;They are useless now to the Permethrin resistant Head Lice.&lt;br /&gt;Use LiceFreee.  Only one time is needed but I personally used it several days.&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to offer any moral support or advice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674756-7339221596934866661?l=hapstress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapstress.blogspot.com/feeds/7339221596934866661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21674756&amp;postID=7339221596934866661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674756/posts/default/7339221596934866661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674756/posts/default/7339221596934866661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapstress.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-blog-when-there-is-facebook-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>hapstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13837928900896491906</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-21674756.post-116001340182930885</id><published>2006-10-04T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T18:56:41.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I've temporarily left blogger for www.xanga.com/hapstress&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674756-116001340182930885?l=hapstress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapstress.blogspot.com/feeds/116001340182930885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21674756&amp;postID=116001340182930885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674756/posts/default/116001340182930885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674756/posts/default/116001340182930885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapstress.blogspot.com/2006/10/well-ive-temporarily-left-blogger-for.html' title=''/><author><name>hapstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13837928900896491906</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-21674756.post-115155292067838707</id><published>2006-06-28T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T20:48:40.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harriet's Happen'ens</title><content type='html'>Do I remember how to do this?&lt;br /&gt;We leave for Idaho in 4 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674756-115155292067838707?l=hapstress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapstress.blogspot.com/feeds/115155292067838707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21674756&amp;postID=115155292067838707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674756/posts/default/115155292067838707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674756/posts/default/115155292067838707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapstress.blogspot.com/2006/06/harriets-happenens.html' title='Harriet&apos;s Happen&apos;ens'/><author><name>hapstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13837928900896491906</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-21674756.post-113857751998059869</id><published>2006-01-29T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T15:31:59.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's eyes on a Sick Weekend</title><content type='html'>Ok, so it's Sunday morning, day 3 of being sick, husband and both kids also sick, I decide to push through and attempt the early service at church because I want to hear Jay speak.   1o minutes late, I am standing in the back, searching around me as I realize I don't have any kleenex.  I sit down figuring that if desperate enough I can just ask someone around me.  The singing ends and an elder gets up and no joke, the first thing he says is, "Because we are in the season for catching colds and people are fighting off runny noses, our ushers now have available upon request Kleenex.  Among Kleenex they also have cough drops, ..."  I have never heard such a comment made from the pulpit at church.  God does see our every need be it big or small.  Speaking of bigger need, 10 minutes later, while Jay is preaching he points into the foyer and remarks that a lady has just passed out.  The congregation gasps, turns around and sure enough there she was laying on the floor.  Dr. Bill and a Registered Nurse (first time visitor)  jump up and care for her till the squad comes.  A doctor and a nurse in a group of about 30 church-goers.  I believe God does see us and I believe he is all we need.  Whether we think so or not. &lt;br /&gt;After church, and being cooped up in the home all weekend, we walk to the park to get some fresh air.  While Tim is running Buckeye in the field, I am pushing Katy, our 4.5 year old, in the bucket swing and Luke (16 mo.) is meandering around.  When Katy wants out of the swing I put my hands under her arms and begin pulling her out.  Her boots are getting stuck and 1 is coming off.  Luke is heading for the parking lot. I can't drop her, I can't let Luke go between the cars any farther.  I give a strong secure pull and rush to set her down to go rescue Luke when I notice her legs are bare and her purple panties are barely on.  Her boots and pants are in the swing like she'd been raptured.  At this point Tim looks over, his son is in the parking lot and his daughter has no pants on.  Another family at the park pretends not to watch.  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