Here is a video of me doing part of my preparing for school inventory, followed by some of the things we said no to this year and some of the things we decided were most important.
Things we said no to:

*I said no to two extra-curricular groups I have taught for a number of years.

*My husband said no to being the president of his singing organization.

*I decided not to direct a play this year.

*My children are saying no to some friend time because they are not going to be in as many extra-curricular groups and classes.


Things we said yes to:

*Lots more time together!

*We said we would be part of planning a family reunion for next year.

*We decided to have a Family History day. Every Thursday we are going to research our ancestors, learn about their lives, and what was happening in history when they were alive. It is our exciting approach to history.

*We decided to have a small Spanish group for my two youngest children.

*We decided to participate in Tiger Cubs for our youngest son.

*We decided to do more family camp trips

*We decided to go visit all of the counties in Utah for our Utah history/geography study and our field trip Fridays

*We decided to study World geography and do reports on a country or important world figure each month.

*We are having a family writing day each week when we share our writings and talk about it what can improve our writing.

*We are going to have a monthly family book discussion about one of the Family Books we are reading.

*Monday will be science day for the young ones.

*We are still going to sing a lot. We love singing as a family. Remember this one http://teachingselfgovernment.com/peck-family-sings-what-family-629

*We decided that evenings as a family need to be protected more.

These are the new things. Of course we do other regular things like music lessons and regular school stuff, getting Quin his driver's license, and church stuff.

Our Plan

This is a copy of the Peck Family Schedule for 2011 – 2012. Of course it may vary from time to time. We realize it is important to take regular breaks from schedules to keep everyone feeling refreshed.

Take a look at our schedule. 

Super Moms

I have a new take on super moms. Super moms are the kind of moms who do less of the social stuff to do more of the family stuff. Super moms are the kind who take time to consider and plan carefully before they commit the family to something time consuming. I am trying to be that kind of super mom. Not the kind who sees more of her car than her child's face and hands. I'm not perfect yet, but as the years go by we find more and more happiness as a family as I keep my life in balance. When I am balanced the whole family becomes more powerful. Just like the majestic wind mills you see as you drive down the highway.

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Nicholeen Peck is a popular public speaker, television personality, and author. Her blog is Teaching Self Government. The BBC show of her family can be found there, as well as answers to frequently asked parenting questions. To buy her book click here.

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I already know what I want for Christmas.

My mothering style,
if I have one at all,
could be summed up in just a few adjectives and syllables:
Common Sense
Frankness
Black n' White...
and if you've been reading this lil' blog at all
I'm sure you've got some adjectives of your own
to add in there.

Being the Momza to seven yahoos,
I am clearly out-numbered
so any cleverness that comes to my mind
has to be as loud as a freight train
for me to hear it,
if you know what I mean?

When their needs exceed my abilities,
I am not ashamed to admit
I look for help
outside my self--
it might be in books about parenting
or scriptures,
it may come from friends or family--
like calling my oldest kids n' asking them to talk to the younger ones.
I use that approach a lot.
And sometimes, it might come from a professional counselor
like when we were in the midst of a divorce 13 years ago,
we needed an objective logical viewpoint and a
direction to focus all that energy in.
Hey, I'm logical--
if I can't fix it,
I go looking for someone who can.

SO, when the Caboose started her "pre-teen" meltdowns a few weeks ago--
you know the kind where the tears are just below the surface?
She hates her hair,
changes her clothing 3 times before putting on the same exact pair of shorts
she's worn nearly every day of summer,
and is so full of emotion every which way--
that the only logical explanation is that Madame Puberty is in the house!

Well, one day after giving as much consoling and re-direction that I had
and nothing worked, I said, rather exasperated:
"Your emotions exceed my abilities. Do you need counseling?"

I was not totally truthfully serious.
In fact, I was being sarcastic.
And the Caboose being the way she is--
smarter than the rest of the whole family combined--
shrugged it off like I knew she would
but did change her behavior with a fraction of civility.
She now apologizes to everyone after a meltdown.
Because, as I said to her,
it's unfair for us to have to witness her range of emotions.
I stand by that.
It is unfair. Cruel, even.

ANYWAY,
yesterday I realized just how much the Caboose has been thinking about
"counselling"--
the Caboose and Joseph came downstairs for lunch
and announced that they are each other's "counsellors".
"Yeah?" I laughed. "How's that going?"

"I asked Joe to tell me his greatest fears." The Caboose offered up.
I looked at Joseph, who has a slight grin on his face
and as he said to the Caboose,
"You can tell her."
"I can't." She protested. "It's against the confid-confid-thingy--the secret thing between patients and doctors.
You can tell her though."
"Oh", I said. "The confidentiality agreement?"
"Yeah. I can't tell anyone what is said between us." She answered.
So again I looked to Joseph.
"Your greatest fears? Do you even want me to know?"

Now, I'm thinkin' it's gonna have to do with
Math
or
Girls.
I was not even close to being prepared for what came next.

"Corn dogs and mustard." he said, with a I'm-just-messin-with-my-kid-sister-look.


The Caboose sat there,
proud as a peacock,
feeling like she had tapped into
some deep psychological well
of her big brother.

I bit my lip n' shook my noggin.
These are my kids.
*****

My kids played "Therapist" all day long.
Joseph was appointed to be The Caboose's
"Anger Management" therapist:
in which he has "taught" her to
"count to ten and take a deep breath"
when she gets mad at anyone.
Especially him.
While Daisie was appointed to be the Caboose's
"mental health and "using colors to heal"-- fashion expert.

I am not kidding.

And I'm a little afraid.
We may all need counseling by the time
this circus train pulls into town.


These are the people
that are supposed to
take care of
me
when I'm old.

Writers have many decisions to make about perspective. Shall I tell the story from first person point of view? Shall I use a narrator? Which set of eyes should I use to tell my story? Which viewpoint will tell it best? Or will more than one viewpoint shine a better light on my character?

And there's a completely different question about perspective that must be answered: do I tell the story as if it's happening now? Or as if the character is looking back on the events with the perspective of hindsight?

As a writer, I have to answer all these questions, and I have to do it in a way that's fresh. I have to ask myself, like Orson Scott Card says, "How ELSE could it happen?" I must learn to not pick the quick, obvious answer, but look deeper.

I must learn to really look. See more clearly. With less tired eyes.

Look at the picture again. Change your viewpoint, your perspective. Imagine yourself high above the couple, looking down. Now they are lying on the concrete at the bottom of a flight of stairs.

How ELSE could it happen?

A change in perspective is often a good thing, whether in writing or life.
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Margot is a mom of seven and pretty much crazy from it. Online she's known as the Damsel in Dis Dress and blogs at the Old School (http://www.mynewoldschool.com/) and twitters at @the_damsel. A blog about her writing adventures is found at Inklings.

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I heard that term today, used to describe a feeling.  I loved it.  Think about it for just a moment, "Closer than your breath".

 I have learned in my life that there are times when I experience Heavenly Father's nearness to me. I feel His welcoming presence.  I feel His love.  I know that He is watching out for me.

There are other times, when He seems so far away.  When I come to know the loneliness of feeling alone.  I have come to realize, that the Lord has not changed locations.  He is still there, still close, still waiting for me.  I might have changed my distance from Him.  I might have my own agendas and purposes that take me away from His spirit.  I might forget what it feels like to be near to Him.  I might even forget that I want to be near to Him.

I have found that it helps me to spend time looking for Him in my everyday life.  It helps to acknowledge His guiding hand in my many blessings.  I spend time everyday trying to decide what is in His plan for me, what I need to do, and how I should be doing it.

I have also found that I can find Him even more often when I sit back and am quiet.  I find Him in the silence of the scriptures, in my meditations, even in my reading.  I find Him as I find the beauty that surrounds me in photography.  I find Him in my prayers each night and morning, I find Him in the songs I sing, I find Him in the quiet of a peaceful walk, or even in my heart when I take the time to reflect, relax, and just breath.

I have come to see, that sometimes I am reaching so hard to find the miraculous that I totally miss all the miracles that surround me.  All the simple, ordinary, everyday miracles that make life worth living.  I have found that when I count my blessings, I can find Him in all of them.  When my trials have been worse than I believed I could ever bear, He has always been there, closer than my breath, waiting for me to reach out to Him.

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 About the Author: Patty Ann is a busy mother, grandmother, and wife. She lives her life in the woods she loves up on the top of a beautiful mountain. She loves music, photography and writing. Most of all she loves her Heavenly Father and enjoys writing about his influence in her life. You can find her on her blog at Pitterle Postings

Sometimes we (Elisa and myself) get sidetracked by life, and forget to do things like, schedule the post of the week. #facepalm
We have come to realize that some of you don't KNOW what the post of the week is. And that is a SHAME. Because it's my most favorite part of the week.... when I remember to do it. 
AT ANY RATE. 
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We have all heard the term “super mom” before. Some people have a positive association with the term. They think, “Wow, that lady is amazing. I want to be a super mom like her.” And, some have a negative association with the term. They think, “Oh, she's one of those crazy super moms.”

Well, whether you love or hate the term, the idea does suggest something. Moms do a lot! Sometimes moms do too much and need to slow down and focus on what is most important.

Let's face it, it is just too easy to run around all day and miss the “good stuff” in life; like reading with the children on the couch, playing games on the carpet, teaching a young one to sew, or painting at the park. These are the moments which bind us together. I have noticed for a long time that quality of time has a lot to do with quantity of time. In fact, without quantity, quality is frequently not as binding for the relationship.

I usually get a craving to do an inventory of my life with the change of each season. However, my two biggest inventories of the year happen in August to prepare for the school year, and in January to prepare for the New Year. If you are like me right now is the time to look at what needs to be focused on for the school year, what clubs or classes your child will be involved in, and what new responsibilities you want to take on to support family or community.

Having these regular inventory times keeps me analyzing what is really best for me and my family. It keeps us balanced.

Recently, I was able to hear Carl Wall talk about the the analogy of the wind mill. Mr. Wall talked about how those big wind mills we see making energy on the side of the roads are great examples for our lives. A few of his points were incredibly poignant. Carl Wall said:

“We are like the wind mills which create power...The wind is like the adversity in our lives....We must face it to generate power for ourselves and others...The blades of the mill must be exactly balanced to work properly...If they are not balanced the wind mill wrecks...We also need to have balance in our lives so that we don't wreck...If we are out of balance we can't create that much power...”

”Wind mills have breaks...They are only built to go so fast...If a wind mill goes too fast it doesn't make as much power...The mills have breaks to make the most power possible...The slow turning creates power which others can use...We also, should not run faster than we have strength or we will not make as much usable power for ourselves and others around us...We need to apply the breaks for increased power...”

Here is a video of an out of balance or non-breaking wind mill wreck. I'm not sure which problem this wind mill had, but you get the idea.

Here is a video of me doing part of my preparing for school inventory, followed by some of the things we said no to this year and some of the things we decided were most important.




Nicholeen Peck is a popular public speaker, television personality, and author. Her blog is Teaching Self Government. The BBC show of her family can be found there, as well as answers to frequently asked parenting questions. To buy her book click here.

John Brailsford studies the lives and teachings of happy people and shares what he learns with others. He's a licensed marriage and family therapist, certified family life educator, and transition coach with Homeward Bound.  He also holds a Ph.D. in Family and Child Sciences from Florida State University. John has been married to an amazing woman for over two decades, and they're the parents of four wonderful people. You can learn more about him and his approach to finding fulfillment at drjohnbrailsford.com

We're having a Meet and Greet today in the MMB Community! We want to know all about you and what you're up to in life, so hop on over and share what's going on in your life! 
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I grew up watching Charlie Brown cartoons on the local television stations. Yes, I am rather old. We did not have VCR's or DVD's or rentals. (Heaven forbid! I must have lived with the cave men!) We had to wait all year until the show that we liked came on the network again.

We used to get the TV Guide in the mail, and my brother, sister and I would go through it and circle the shows that we wanted to see. Charlie Brown was one of the shows that we could all agree on.

I loved that bald-headed kid! His wisdom is totally amazing to me, even after all these years. One of the classic scenes in of the Charlie Brown movies is of Lucy holding the football for Charlie Brown. No matter how many times Charlie Brown tries to kick that ball, he always ends up with the same result - he is flat on his back, looking at the sky as Lucy pulls the ball and makes him fall and than laughs as she holds it high in the air. But, though it happens over and over again, he NEVER gives up!

I have found that life can be quite a bit like a Charlie Brown comic strip. It doesn't always give us the things we want. We don't always get the things that we hoped for or wished for. Our dreams don't always come true. Our heart can get hurt. Our knees can become feeble. Our hands can hang down in discouragement. Sometimes, we can feel as if there are no happily-ever-after's to be found.

But hope can make a difference, one situation, one task, and even one person at a time.

Even when you feel as if there is not a lot that you can do to change unhappiness or problems that surround you, remember that you can always do a little.

And that one, small and simple little bit, can make all the difference in someone else's world as well as your own.

Expect to have your hopes fulfilled. Expect to have joy in your day. Expect to have your prayers answered in wonderful and joyous ways. Expect your heart to be lifted and your tears to be wiped away.

Expect that tomorrow can and will bring a better day.

My oldest daughter has a knack for communicating in such a way that there is no misunderstanding how she feels, and such artistry should be shared. And so, I have decided to open the doors to her personal gallery and invite you all to come forth and be inspired.

As we are a non-profit organization, large donations of intrinsic or cocoa value are requested at the end of the tour.

Thank you.

Step right this way and please watch out for the diaper left in the hallway.

Behold, Savannah's inner closet door.

This is where the signs reside until needed. When their service is required, they then make the journey to her bedroom door, to the place of honor and recognition.
Title: I am Mad
Medium: Graphite on paper
Artist: Savannah

By far, the most popular piece, this sign has often held the place of honor.

As if it wasn't obvious by her severely pouting face, folded arms and growling voice, this little artist wants to make sure we understand how she feels.
Title: I am Sad
Medium: Graphite on paper
Artist: Savannah

Coming in close second, this drawing expresses itself without the need for words. I also find this to be quite an accurate portrait.

Whenever I am crying like this, I feel like one of my eyes are bigger than the other as well! Brilliant really.


Title: I am Glad
Medium: Graphite on paper
Artist: Savannah

The eyelashes are a touch that I personally love.

This is a very thought provoking piece. Don't you wonder why her eyes are closed? Is it peace? Contentment? Or maybe she's trying to hide something by not looking directly at me?

Title: I am Mad and Sad and Glad
Medium: Crayon on paper
Artist: Savannah

Everyone has a story to share. I firmly believe that. Sometimes it just takes a little while for people to open up enough for you to learn their story-- but its there if you listen hard enough.

There is even a segment on CBS News as well as an entire show on BYUtv both are dedicated to this concept of everyone having a story to share.

A couple of years ago I heard a story on NPR about a project called Story Corps. They were traveling around the country with an Airstream type recording studio inside the mobile home. You could show up at the various locations it was parked and record whatever story it was that you wanted to record.

A lot of people were taking their Grandparents to record them telling the stories of their youth-- to preserve the memories as well as the sound of their voice.

What a treasure those recorded stories are for people to listen to now, especially if their loved ones have passed on.

This concept of everyone having a story to tell got us thinking with regards to the Story @ Home Conference. We firmly believe everyone has a story to tell, they just need an opportunity to do so. We really wanted to do something like Story Corps for the attendees of the conference, hence iTell was born.

iTell was inspired by the Story Corps concept -- you can come and record your story, or favorite blog post(s) with our professional staff and leave with your very own personal DVD. And the best part? It's free to all participants of the conference.

Seriously, how cool would it be for your kids to have a DVD recording of you telling the stories that they love to hear from your youth? Or how about you read one (or a couple) of your favorite blog post(s) for posterity’s sake? Your kids will think you are a rock star, that’s how cool it is!

I tell you what, there is something to be said about hearing an author READ their blog posts. You get the inflections where the author wanted them to be, and you can hear the emphasis on the words that they felt were important.

Often times, when I have heard a blogger read their blog posts, the meaning of the post(s) change for me-- because I am able to hear the post the way the author intended it to be heard.

I think of all the amazingly fantastic things we have planned for the Story @ Home Conference, the iTell is my favorite! I personally can’t wait to get inside that booth and record My Stories.

The iTell experience is included in the $79.00 Full Conference Pass and times for the iTell are starting to fill up. Get your ticket to the conference and reserve your time in the iTell today.

Your children and grandchildren will thank you for thinking of them, recording your voice and sharing your words.

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I've been having strange things happen with my kids at the park lately. Most recently it was blatant towel theft. We got to splash park with four towels.

We left with three and a broken-hearted four year old.

From August 2011

I have a friend who's in the mist of an ongoing disagreement with her husband.  And she came to me wanting to know if she was crazy, or if it was possible, there were other women like her, who felt the same way about something.

Here's the situation.

Her husband spends huge amounts of time on facebook, chatting and messaging old girl friends and mutual friends of him and his wife, who happen to be women.  And she doesn't understand it.  She feels ignored emotionally and doesn't know how to encourage her husband to talk with her as his wife and best friend, instead of women with whom he is not married too. 

She also can't wrap her brain around the thought of why these women spend so much time in return, replying to his messages and continuing such conversations.  Many of them are married themselves.  All of them are LDS.  She wonders if their husbands know what they are doing.....and if they do, why they are okay with it.

When she came to me and shared her troubles, I asked her if she had had a heart to heart talk with her husband of how what he is doing truly does hurt her.  She said she had, but that he brushed her feelings aside, saying she was acting insecure and paranoid.  That what he is doing is perfectly fine....that it isn't any different than her chatting and messaging her own facebook friends.  When she said that she never does what he does with guys on facebook.....in fact many of the girls he communicates with are not her friends, only his,  (All of the guys who are her facebook friends are her husband's as well.)  He retorted back, "Well that's your problem, not mine."

I sat there completely at a loss of what to say....thinking to myself: "What is the difference between an emotional affair and a friendship with a person of the opposite sex?"

What would you have said to her?

Where do you draw the line with your spouse when it comes to ongoing communications with ex girlfriends, women co-workers, friends at church who are of the opposite sex, etc.?

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Katy is a fan of blogging, family, music and anything chocolate.  Her roller coaster of thoughts can be found at www.ourdaisylife.blogspot.com.  Admission is always free.





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Today we are talking about the being AVERAGE.

It seems like everyone is desperate to prove that they're SPECTACULAR. They want to have AMAZING kids, and an AMAZING home, and an AMAZING marriage...

What ever happened to being typical? When did we stop being content with who we are, and what we have? What is so wrong with being normal?


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Raise your virtual hand if you love seeing President Dieter F. Uchtdorf stand at the pulpit at General Conference! His sincere love and kindness just seem to exude through the screen, don’t you agree? I recently found an interesting tidbit of information on President Uchtdorf, and his sweetheart, Harriet: they don’t have a single picture from their young married life. Until now.

I have a confession. I am terrible at watching conference.

Don't get me wrong, I love it. I love listening to our leaders, and I do get inspired.

I also get sleepy, antsy, and annoyed at the people in my house.

In fact, I really, REALLY love the Conference issue of the Ensign, because I'm better at reading than I am at listening.

THEREFORE, I have new plan to get the most of General Conference.

First of all, we have to talk about food. I don't want to be in the kitchen, getting snacks and drinks, when I should be downstairs listening to the prophet. I'm going to have to make a menu, and I'm going to have to prepare beforehand, so that I'm not distracted during the sessions. I'm not planning on having anything fancy, but I think having a crockpot full of chili, and some baked potatoes would be a really smart idea.

Of course, I'd want to have easy, quick food ideas available too. Maybe some chicken salad and rolls, or even something as simple as a bag of salad from the grocer. It's easy, quick, and requires little clean up. I'll also have a few baked treats available for my kids. I was thinking that we could have a "new treat" for each session.

I also am thinking that we will be going with paper plates that weekend. Because I don't want to deal with dishes.

Second, notes. I plan on having my laptop open, and taking notes. I can't have a notebook, because then I end up drawing and doodling for two days, but I can have my computer on and pay attention. I can also tweet and facebook my favorite quotes, which will help me stay focused.

Third, the kids. I am going to say that it's unrealistic for me to expect my kids to sit and watch conference for two days. It just is. Which is why I plan to have stations set up in the house, that are church-friendly. That way, even if they're not listening to every single word that is being said, they still know that this is a special weekend, and that our focus is on church and God and conference.

I am really excited about the upcoming General Conference, and I have my fingers crossed that this time, I'll really get something special out of it.

Do you have special preparations or traditions at your house for General Conference weekend?



About the Author: Caroline Bingham is managing editor of MormonMommyBlogs.com. You can find her on Twitter, @CarolineBingham, or on her blog, TheBinghamDiaries.com. Caroline and her husband live in Virginia with their four children.

The military has been a part of my life for quite a while now. In fact, it was one of the things that attracted me to my husband. I'd known soldiers (my brother mostly) and I deeply admired the honor such a commitment represented. I can still remember my-then boyfriend coming over to my apartment dressed to the nines in his Class A's. I don't recall where he was going, but I won't forget the masculine power that emanated from him and as soon as I saw him in that uniform I was a lost woman.

Not only did it appeal to my femininity, but also to my respect for those qualities of duty, courage, and honor. I saw it as being a part of something greater than self and I loved it in my future husband, but those were days of peace. My childish mind barely registered the true oaths of a soldier, and I honestly didn't really care. I was enamored with the romantic notions of being a soldier's wife.

When September 11, 2001 happened we had been married for less than a year and I was pregnant with our first child.
Everyone asks 'Where were you?' 'What's your story?'

My story is this-- The first words I heard about the attacks were from my brother-in-law calling to ask if my husband been put on Alert yet (meaning that the military calls and requires them to stay near a phone until further details come in). I was so confused, of course I knew what 'Alert' meant but I didn't understand what my brother in law was talking about.

Then I turned on the TV... and I stood there, phone held limply in one hand while the other clutched my round belly. I watched those planes and I knew, I knew, that our lives would never be the same. I knew, as every soldiers wife knew on that day, what sacrifices those planes meant.

Less than a year I had with my husband before the military reached out and took him back.

They say that when you marry a soldier, you marry the military. It's completely true.

The sense of duty and honor that I so admired in my husband became something I dreaded. I knew, before five breaths had ended, and my brother in law prompted me to speak, that my husband would be involved, because his honor dictated that he be. His country needed his help and he'd already promised to be there. A promise given long before he met me.

I didn't know anyone in those Towers, or in the Pentagon. I didn't know anyone on the plane that crashed in Pennsylvania... but I knew soldiers. I knew a lot of soldiers. My life was surrounded by soldiers and my heart was currently residing in one's hands.

So today, as I write this, I can't believe it's been ten years. It doesn't feel like it. Not in my home, not in my life. I imagine that some people were able to go back to their lives, but Sept. 11th changed mine. It still is.

This month will mark the third wedding anniversary my husband has missed and nearly 3 years of separation accrued. Our marriage has been beaten and bandaged and stitched, painstakingly, back together. It has been filled with loneliness, heartache, fear, and pain.

But, something has happened along this bumpy little road of ours. Something spectacular! My husbands sense of honor has rubbed off on me. That devotion to country that I loved so dearly all those years ago has become part of the very fiber of who I am.

I LOVE my country. I LOVE my husband. I LOVE the military.

I am proud of my husband. I am proud of our sacrifices.

And I would never change that.

Not for all the lonely nights, not for all the tears that I've spilled.

I've discovered what it was that I loved first about my husband--that even at 23 years old he knew that there was something greater than us in this world and that was freedom. My husband taught me that no terrorist, no war-monger, will ever tear that away from us... not in my family... not ever.

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Cannwin spends her time searching for her inner Shakespeare in the hopes that one day she will be able to dethrone the king and take her place as the greatest writer of all time. She just moved with her husband and four children from South Dakota to the sunny SouthWest. You can explore more of her world at The Great and Random Ramblings of Cannwin.