<?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-1880153415948434605</id><updated>2012-02-14T16:39:28.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Red and Blue Make Green</title><subtitle type='html'>is about the wonderful, God given gift of sex. I believe, and all writings in this blog are based on this belief, that sex is only appropriate within marriage and that God wants us to enjoy it fully. How can we do that unless we talk about our sexuality, our reservations, and our concerns? I wish for respect of my, and anyone else's, opinions. There’s nothing shameful about sex.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437963971404550795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJZgIIsEZ8s/TUH6VG2BvSI/AAAAAAAAADs/JyCuHZOTNyo/s220/Image0040.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-1451364356528312605</id><published>2012-02-03T17:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T17:12:09.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Video</title><content type='html'>A great Video about the miss use of the word "love".&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?src_vid=PZQflQiN7H0&amp;amp;feature=iv&amp;amp;annotation_id=annotation_10981&amp;amp;v=8Iv62bxFTW0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?src_vid=PZQflQiN7H0&amp;amp;feature=iv&amp;amp;annotation_id=annotation_10981&amp;amp;v=8Iv62bxFTW0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-1451364356528312605?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/1451364356528312605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2012/02/love-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/1451364356528312605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/1451364356528312605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2012/02/love-video.html' title='Love Video'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437963971404550795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJZgIIsEZ8s/TUH6VG2BvSI/AAAAAAAAADs/JyCuHZOTNyo/s220/Image0040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-181178608888442616</id><published>2012-01-20T17:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T22:30:01.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Talk: Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Sohere goes part 2 of my unknown amount of parts of The Talk post.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Ithink the key to “The Talk” is to make it so there doesn’t really have to beone. This to me means that a foundation of information and openness has beenestablished throughout life that makes talking about new things and the changesof your child’s body as normal and seamless as them asking you what’s forlunch.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I’llbe writing these posts with those thoughts as the main purpose and emphasis.The same goes for any future posts that touch on this subject going forward.For those with kids that are, we’ll say, 7 and older that haven’t set thisfoundation that I am talking about, don’t worry. Everything here is still, inmy opinion, relevant and helpful to you. There will also, probably, be somethings directed specifically toward that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Irealize that there may be controversial topics and statements in these posts.These are my thoughts and opinions, not me telling you that you are wrong forhow you are/will/might raise your kids. Please ask me to clarify or furtherexplain something rather than instantly disregard/get upset/think ill of me forsomething I said. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Now onto the good stuff… :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Anyonewho’s had a baby or changed a diaper probably knows how curious babies areabout themselves. Every time you change their diaper, their hands are in theirpants! As stated in “What to Expect the First Year” (check Links column forreference), we are sexual beings from the outset:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;“As long as you’re handling his penis only as much as itneeds to be handled to be cleansed at diaper changes and bath times, you’re nothandling it too much. Your son’s erections are the normal reaction to the touchof a sensitive sexual organ – as are a little girl’s clitoral erections, whichare less noticeable but probably as common. A baby may also have an erectionwhen his diaper rubs against his penis, when he’s nursing, or when you’rewashing him in the bathtub. All baby boys have erections sometimes (thoughtheir parents may not be aware of them), but some have them more often thanothers. Such erections require no particular notice on your part.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;“If it feels good, humans do it. … Babies are sexual beingsfrom birth or, more accurately, from before birth – male fetuses have beenobserved having erections in the uterus. Some…begin fledgling explorations intotheir sexuality in the middle of the first year, others not until year’s end.This interest is as inevitable and healthy a part of a baby’s development asfascination with fingers and toes was earlier. Trying to stifle such curiosity(as generations past have felt obliged to do) is as misguided as stifling herinterest in fingers and toes. No matter what anyone may tell you, there is noharm – either physical or psychological – in babies or children touching theirown genitals. Making a baby or child feel that she’s ‘dirty’ or ‘bad’ forengaging in such play, however, can be harmful and have a negative effect onfuture sexuality and self-esteem. Making self-stimulation taboo can also makeit more inviting.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;So takean extra minute and let their little bum air out and them explore. When it’stime to re-diaper and go, be careful how you interrupt them, especially whenthey are older and more conscious of your disapproval of things. I’m not sayingthat you’re disapproving of what he/she is doing, just that when they reach theage of understanding that you can get upset about things take extra care toonly have positive interactions with them in this area.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Example:Don’t just yank their hand away and say “Stop.” Love them, talk to them, andgently (if they haven’t already) move their hand out of your way and finish thechange. &lt;i&gt;Everything&lt;/i&gt; is learned andpicked up on as babies. Every book you read will tell you that. This means a negativeresponse to sexuality as well.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Neverhaving had a baby and not knowing intimately every stage of growing up, I don’tfeel I can say much more about babies. Joe and I will be doing all of the abovewith our children ages infant to two.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Hereare other things I think of Joe and I doing (or not doing) as our kids grow up.These things will be primarily in the 0-2 years stage but each child isdifferent. At 3 or so I would think of starting the conversations aboutexposure and who to let touch them and privacy. (That part of, I guess we’recalling it, the education, will come in Part 3)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Asopportunities rise for us to be home together in the infant/toddler/independentplay years of our potential child’s life, Joe and I would:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Openly and with no shameintimately snuggle on the couch with each other – and make out as the mood tookus. I am not saying we would intentionally sit on the couch and do this but we&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;squash loving on each other simply because our kid was playing at ourfeet. And how many times have you heard that it makes a child feel safe when hecan see that his parents love each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;Go around the house (kidsincluded) naked after showers/baths without hurrying to get dressed and coverourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;Bathe/shower together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;Us and kids snuggle nakedtogether (I personally can’t wait to see my naked husband carrying around mylittle naked chubby baby!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;Get and readage-appropriate educational (on this topic) books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;Fully embrace the no-diapermethod of potty training. (I fully intend to have hardwood floors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;Allow them to go naked,should they want, whenever they want – and not run scared to get dressed ifunexpected company comes. (In the interest of making myself abundantly clear –I will dress my kids for company. However, should someone knock on my doorwhile my child is going naked in my house, I will scoop them up, answer thedoor, and ask the person if they would mind waiting for just a moment while I diapermy kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Ithink that with a foundation of love and acceptance like this, and a lack ofthe excitement and fear of the unknown, our kids will stand a better chance ofstanding firm through sexual temptation and will love stronger. I have no fearthat any of this will cause a negative effect in their mental growth and Ifully believe that it will make us a stronger family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-181178608888442616?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/181178608888442616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2012/01/talk-part-2.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/181178608888442616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/181178608888442616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2012/01/talk-part-2.html' title='The Talk: Part 2'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437963971404550795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJZgIIsEZ8s/TUH6VG2BvSI/AAAAAAAAADs/JyCuHZOTNyo/s220/Image0040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-7555815847068766062</id><published>2012-01-19T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T21:04:01.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Talk: Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;I know a fair amount of people with “Talk”age kids, and a fair amount of people with kids who will, one day, be oldenough for “The Talk.” So I thought I’d write about that oh-so-uncomfortablemoment in young people’s lives, and how we as parents (and future parents) canhelp it not be so uncomfortable. All the responsibility falls on the experiencedshoulders of the adults.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;I remember my “Talk.” It was a car ride, justme and Mom, and I’ve no real idea how it started. But I remember wanting todissolve into the air I was breathing and forget it happened. In talking topeople about my blog, and in general, I was introduced to just how many peoplewere, and I would venture to say are, left to “figure ‘it’ out on their own.”This is where shame and secretiveness and pre-marital sex enter the picture.And then we have the nerve to freak out and yell and forbid them things…Really?How else do you expect them to understand how they work and what to expect?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I’vecome to realize that I was a lucky one – I actually got “The Talk.” It’s so disturbingto me the neglect we have for our kids in this way. Abandoning them to society –sin corrupted, porn filled, sex crazed, no values society – to learn about God’ssacred gift of becoming one flesh and sharing the Spirit!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;Ephesians 5:31-33: &lt;i&gt;“’For this reason a man shall leave his father and mother and be joinedto his wife, and the two shall become one flesh.’ This is a great mystery, butI speak concerning Christ and the church. Nevertheless let each one of you inparticular so love his own wife as himself, and let the wife see that sherespects her husband.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;I was shocked when I found out that someparents &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; mentioned &lt;u&gt;anything&lt;/u&gt; – and I mean, &lt;i&gt;at all&lt;/i&gt; – to their maturing kids about,well… maturing. The reasons behind this, I’m sure, are many and varied, but, inmy opinion, not good enough. If you had a bad experience, wouldn’t you want totell your child about it so they have a better chance of not having a badexperience? On the opposite side, if everything is just peaches, wouldn’t youwant to give them that encouragement so that they can stand firm in thatknowledge and use it to get them through oh, you know, high school?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;I realize that some of my readers may beintending to home school their children – I intend the same when I have them –but speaking from experience &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt;conversations with other homeschoolers, that’s not a full proof “my kid won’tdo that” plan. When they meet a guy or a girl, and they think it’s forever,home schooling will slow them down but it won’t stop them. You can’t be withthem every second of their young life nor can you make them be in ‘public’ allthe time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;Though Joe and I have no kids, and no plansin the near future to have kids, we talk about our kids a lot. We talk abouthow we want to treat them and raise them, and how we’ll deal with sexual information,questions, and education. It’s essential that parents are on the same page.After all, we know how it all works and parents generally want the best fortheir kids.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;Part Two will come tomorrow. It starts intothe “real” information, I guess you could say.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-7555815847068766062?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/7555815847068766062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2012/01/talk-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/7555815847068766062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/7555815847068766062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2012/01/talk-part-1.html' title='The Talk: Part 1'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437963971404550795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJZgIIsEZ8s/TUH6VG2BvSI/AAAAAAAAADs/JyCuHZOTNyo/s220/Image0040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-3734029065562879631</id><published>2012-01-17T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T16:43:24.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is coming</title><content type='html'>For anyone waiting with baited breath for my&amp;nbsp;aforementioned&amp;nbsp;post; it is going to come in&amp;nbsp;installments&amp;nbsp;and the first is under&amp;nbsp;construction&amp;nbsp;and awaiting my editor... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-3734029065562879631?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/3734029065562879631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-is-coming.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/3734029065562879631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/3734029065562879631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-is-coming.html' title='It is coming'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437963971404550795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJZgIIsEZ8s/TUH6VG2BvSI/AAAAAAAAADs/JyCuHZOTNyo/s220/Image0040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-7526893265528213533</id><published>2012-01-12T13:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T13:30:55.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Upcoming</title><content type='html'>So I had a reader ask me if maybe I would do a post on my thoughts about "The Talk". Yes that talk. Said reader has a child that's just getting to the age where questions come into play and simply mentioned that maybe I could write about talking to/answering&amp;nbsp;your kids questions. What do you know! That was the exact topic that's been tumbling about in my brain for a few weeks. :) So I just thought that I would let you know, for anyone out there that has kids, that that's what's coming. If any one has suggestions or thoughts or anything feel free to comment on this and I'll see if I can add them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-7526893265528213533?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/7526893265528213533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2012/01/upcoming.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/7526893265528213533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/7526893265528213533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2012/01/upcoming.html' title='Upcoming'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437963971404550795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJZgIIsEZ8s/TUH6VG2BvSI/AAAAAAAAADs/JyCuHZOTNyo/s220/Image0040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-2260735705839291069</id><published>2011-12-29T12:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T12:29:33.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Video</title><content type='html'>While I'm pondering more information to write about I thought that I would share a video that I have recently come upon that I think is important to my subject matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8DALomrGkHg&amp;amp;list=UUn2wo-azBgVD173aM9TicOQ&amp;amp;index=3&amp;amp;feature=plcp"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8DALomrGkHg&amp;amp;list=UUn2wo-azBgVD173aM9TicOQ&amp;amp;index=3&amp;amp;feature=plcp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always leave me a comment if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-2260735705839291069?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/2260735705839291069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2011/12/video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/2260735705839291069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/2260735705839291069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2011/12/video.html' title='Video'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437963971404550795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJZgIIsEZ8s/TUH6VG2BvSI/AAAAAAAAADs/JyCuHZOTNyo/s220/Image0040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-8109948666551603044</id><published>2011-12-16T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T11:33:19.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering to my readers...</title><content type='html'>I was thinking a couple days ago, and a reader has helped this along, that I should write something soon... Seeing as it's been, oh what, three months since I posted last... :::sheepish grin:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wondering if there's anything that my readers might like to hear about. A topic I haven't touched on or that I might not have thought to talk about yet, a question, or anything that you all might like to read...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-8109948666551603044?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/8109948666551603044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2011/12/wondering-to-my-readers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/8109948666551603044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/8109948666551603044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2011/12/wondering-to-my-readers.html' title='Wondering to my readers...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437963971404550795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJZgIIsEZ8s/TUH6VG2BvSI/AAAAAAAAADs/JyCuHZOTNyo/s220/Image0040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-1242976203767572523</id><published>2011-10-16T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T21:09:20.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a beautiful, wonderful evening with my hubby last night. We do this thing on the weekends where Saturdays are my day and Sundays are his day. We do what the other wants with no complaining and with enthusiasm. It's made our weekends SO much better. It doesn't work perfectly and we don't always do a good job with the no complaining and such but it's better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to last evening. I had a cruddy day and had to do some stuff that I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;didn't want to and didn't get done till like 6:30. So &lt;i&gt;my &lt;/i&gt;day was pretty shot and I hadn't seen Joe at all. So, being the&amp;nbsp;sometimes&amp;nbsp;wonderful person that he is (wink wink), he&amp;nbsp;listened&amp;nbsp;to my&amp;nbsp;whining&amp;nbsp;and then let me take a bubble bath. I haven't taken a bath since I was a kid, seriously. I think they're a total waste of time and why would you want to sit there and get all&amp;nbsp;pruny&amp;nbsp;and the list of why nots goes on. BUT it was the best thing ever last night. He took me to the store and helped me pick out some Lavender Epsom Salt and then we lit candles and he made sure the music was right and then I spent probably an hour or more soaking in a blistering hot bath, and it was great. Near the end he brought me a strawberry&amp;nbsp;daiquiri&amp;nbsp;and sat and talked to me about semi-romantic stuff. Can it get any better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why yes, it can...After we sat and talked for a little I was ready to be done with my wonderful bath. So we got ready for bed and then had wonderful sex. I can't tell you how great last evening was and how close it made the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;u style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;hope it's not too much information for my readers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-1242976203767572523?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/1242976203767572523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-had-beautiful-wonderful-evening-with.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/1242976203767572523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/1242976203767572523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-had-beautiful-wonderful-evening-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437963971404550795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJZgIIsEZ8s/TUH6VG2BvSI/AAAAAAAAADs/JyCuHZOTNyo/s220/Image0040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-3617586939639805033</id><published>2011-09-12T17:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T17:55:36.064-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last to Anonymous</title><content type='html'>Anonymous has requested that we forget that the recent comments and replies happened and I am prepared to do that. There are, however, a few points that I wish to clarify and address to all my readers.Anonymous brought to my attention a quote from a previous post that they felt I have neglected to keep to. The quote is as follows:	“For those concerned, I’m not planning on spouting my sex life publicly. That’s not what this is about. I’m addressing the issue of not being able to talk about even the important medical and growing up parts of sexuality without a very large amount of discomfort. We’ve all been there, guys and girls alike.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Context for any quote is important so I have linked to it. &lt;a href="http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2010/08/talking-about-sex.html"&gt;http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2010/08/talking-about-sex.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said nothing about “details.” Reading it now, I understand where they are coming from and that I should clarify. After the word ‘sexuality’ I should have added ‘let alone things we may want or think about in our sex lives’. When I said “spouting my sex life” in this quote I meant things like “and Joe and I did such-and-such last night.” I do not feel that sort of thing is appropriate for this blog though I don’t see myself having an issue with it. I understand the importance of reader comfort. I will make this as comfortable as I can but by default (thanks to the world) it’s uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought with the variety of posts and links on my blog and the fact that I’m advocating talking about sex itself, as well as the medical aspects of it, that my recent post was a good way to break more ice. I also feel that there may be a misunderstanding of what I mean by “talk about” sex. If I have to clarify further what my blog &lt;i&gt;may&lt;/i&gt; end up addressing I certainly will but it says in the description of my blog “unless we talk about our sexuality, our reservations and our concerns” and I feel that covers most things. Showering has to do with sexuality and reservations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paragraph before the above quote hints at this. I do plan on &lt;u&gt;talking about the importance of talking about sex&lt;/u&gt; but I also plan on &lt;u&gt;talking about sex&lt;/u&gt;. As an example, I’ll soon be talking about comfort zones and “one position” people. I &lt;u&gt;will not&lt;/u&gt; be explicit (i.e., “first you [fill in the blank], next you [fill in the blank]). I may say things like, “doggy style”, “from the side”, “kitchen”, “lotion” and “massage.” If that bugs you, there’s not much I’m willing to do about it – &lt;u&gt;and&lt;/u&gt; I think because it bugs you, you should read it all the more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous also brought to my attention an assumption that I made that I should apologize for. They feel that I labeled and grouped them and somehow felt that I was calling them “ignorant.” In &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;No way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; was that intentional. That is the farthest thing from my mind. If other people feel I have done this I am very sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I would like to address from Anonymous’ comment is the fact that they felt that I was taking anger out on them. I endeavor to &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; take emotions from someone else out on another person. That is wrong, unnecessarily hurtful, and un-Christ like. However, if I am upset with you, you will know it. I am disappointed that the only two comments, not from my husband, that I have received have been negative and argumentative, but I expected that. That doesn’t make getting them even a tiny bit easier.  Anyone who is looking for feedback knows that if you only get something from your husband or wife it doesn’t count as much as from someone else. I can’t truthfully apologize for sounding upset in my comments, because I &lt;i&gt;was &lt;/i&gt;upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I will not be deleting Anonymous’ comments like they asked. I feel they are relevant to my blog and believe that people should stand by what they said or not say it. If I have lost a reader due to this and my last post I am sorry for that and upset that it had to come to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all this being said and said again I leave this and the rest of my blog as always in the hands of my readers. Don’t feel that from now on you have to only say nice things; I am open and asking for anything that you want to ask, talk about, read about, or say – just please be prepared for the response to it. Like it says in the description, “I wish for respect of my, and anyone else’s, opinions. There’s nothing shameful about sex.” There’s no reason to get upset at me for what I believe and am writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-3617586939639805033?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/3617586939639805033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2011/09/last-to-anonymous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/3617586939639805033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/3617586939639805033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2011/09/last-to-anonymous.html' title='Last to Anonymous'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437963971404550795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJZgIIsEZ8s/TUH6VG2BvSI/AAAAAAAAADs/JyCuHZOTNyo/s220/Image0040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-3637295863199706004</id><published>2011-08-15T12:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T12:37:57.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't forgotten the recent communications on here and I do intend to reply to them very shortly. The silence has been due to the extraction of one of my wisdom teeth and the ensuing pain, and pain med, induced lack of anything coherent. :) I am however doing much better and working on my reply. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-3637295863199706004?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/3637295863199706004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-havent-forgotten-recent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/3637295863199706004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/3637295863199706004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-havent-forgotten-recent.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437963971404550795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJZgIIsEZ8s/TUH6VG2BvSI/AAAAAAAAADs/JyCuHZOTNyo/s220/Image0040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-8682212697257609127</id><published>2011-08-08T21:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T21:17:46.105-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am backpedaling and floundering at this point. Somewhere something got vastly misunderstood by both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The written word is subject to the interpretation of the reader. Rarely is it ever ready exactly as it was intended to be read. I sincerely apologize for my part in that. Many things in my reply were misunderstood and overlooked (as you said yours were as well), so I will try to clarify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For friendship’s sake, since I assume I know you, I don’t want this to turn into a comment war. I want us both to understand the other and respectfully come to a conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would prefer to not have this continue on the blog, my e-mail is available at request. For the record, I don’t mind if it’s on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know; otherwise I will post a reply as before in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you decide to have e-mail conversation or not, there will be things that I take out of your comment and address publicly on my blog (because I published your comment).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-8682212697257609127?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/8682212697257609127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-am-backpedaling-and-floundering-at.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/8682212697257609127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/8682212697257609127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-am-backpedaling-and-floundering-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437963971404550795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJZgIIsEZ8s/TUH6VG2BvSI/AAAAAAAAADs/JyCuHZOTNyo/s220/Image0040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-6739905006495058960</id><published>2011-08-07T21:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T21:17:00.454-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anonymous comment #2</title><content type='html'>Let me start off by saying that I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;am &lt;/span&gt;hurt and I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;am &lt;/span&gt;offended. I also feel attacked and I thought by all the explanations and information that I have given about my blog that this wouldn’t happen. I am sorry that you don’t agree with this but I don’t appreciate being ridiculed for something that you choose to read and that is so relevant to the purpose of my blog. That it upset you is not solely my fault. Nothing says that you HAVE to answer my question. I also said it could be anonymous. I didn’t think that the questions would be answered and that just goes to show that the subject of my blog is important. I think long and hard about what I write so as to try not to offend people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said I think it’s only fair to treat most/all comments alike so I shall take yours line by line as I did the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ok. Let me start off by saying that until this post, I understood what you were getting at. A lot of people are uncomfortable talking about sex, and you think it shouldn't be something that people are ashamed to talk about since it is a gift from God. I agree with you 100% on that. And I didn't at all agree with the first anonymous comment that you replied to. I just think that this post is just a little...well, TMI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for clarification’s sake, you’re saying that sharing that my husband and I shower together is TMI? Going off of that is where I’ll start. If you agree 100% that we shouldn’t be ashamed then I’m not sure why my post is such a big deal. I realize that ‘not being ashamed’ may mean varying things to different people but I am the author of this blog and I am not ashamed to share with you bits and pieces of my intimate life that I feel are relevant. This is talking about sex; this is what my blog is about and I don’t feel the need to apologize for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to add that in no way can the answers be TMI when it’s anonymous. I just want a number. I’m not looking for detail-by-detail accounts. This blog has never and will never be that way. I do not feel that there is anything TMI about putting a #1 or a #2 in a comment box. You could be from Nova Scotia for all I know and that’s still all I would know….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Some things are private and should stay that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m getting a bit tired having to repeat the whole purpose of this blog. I am trying to soften the privacy barrier, people! I realize that that is your opinion; please realize that this is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If my husband (whether I had one or not) put on a public blog for the whole world to see that we shower together fairly often, I'd be really really upset. Not that there is anything wrong with showering with your husband, I just don't think the whole world needs to know about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t understand why it’s ‘ok’ to shower with your husband but it’s not ‘ok’ to talk about it.  I think that talking about it with good Christian friends should not be taboo but rather should be welcomed as a positive time of deeper friendship and trust. Yes, you’re all going to blush, but that’s ok! You should be able to share things like this with your friends. And if you can talk about it with your good friends, wouldn’t that make it easier to talk about it with your mate later….?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you would be upset if your husband(whether you had one or not) posted this on a blog doesn’t mean my husband would be upset with me; in fact, he is completely ok with it and I didn’t even have to ask him about it (I knew he would be). You being upset with your mate about it doesn’t make it my problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And yes, I know that this is an "adult" blog and I clicked on it to read it, but until today, I haven't read anything that made me want to stop reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is making you read it and if it’s this upsetting I would suggest that you stop reading it. Upsetting people is NOT my intention.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I understand that this is your own blog to do with whatever you want and in America we have free speech and all of that. I just think that as Christians, some things are sacred and private and should only be discussed with one man and one woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Christians, eh? So it’s ok for other people to talk about it, but as Christians we can’t because it &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;doesn’t &lt;/span&gt;say something about it in the Bible? This is the whole point of my blog. People freak out about talking about this stuff. If you think it’s sacred and private that’s your thing to deal with. I think that it’s sacred and private also; that is why I think we need to talk about it -- to keep it that way. This might sound like an oxymoron but it’s not. You put your finger on the nose of my blog so to speak. It’s for people like you that I am writing it. For the people that instantly put up walls against it. I’m not trying to change anyone, not even in the slightest. I don’t even know who you are; I’m just trying to make people think. It’s so hurtful that the reaction to my posts has been negative, but I’m not going to quit until I feel God leading me to. I felt Him lead to start writing. What I have to say is important to someone. Maybe it’s you, maybe it’s me, I don’t know but I’m sorry that you’re so upset with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm not trying to offend or hurt you, I am just throwing another opinion out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has already been addressed. I apologize if this rebuttal is a little more harsh than is to be expected from me, but I’m a little tired of the only responses I am receiving being wholeheartedly negative. And while the anonymity bothers me, I’ll respect it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-6739905006495058960?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/6739905006495058960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2011/08/anonymous-comment-2.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/6739905006495058960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/6739905006495058960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2011/08/anonymous-comment-2.html' title='Anonymous comment #2'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437963971404550795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJZgIIsEZ8s/TUH6VG2BvSI/AAAAAAAAADs/JyCuHZOTNyo/s220/Image0040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-2766968397385725086</id><published>2011-08-03T11:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T12:05:53.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions.</title><content type='html'>1) How many of you have EVER showered(just because)with your spouse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) How many of you shower(just because)with your spouse semi regularly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can leave a anonymous comment with just the number of the question if you want or you can go into detail and let me know who you are. It's up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe and I shower with each other a fair amount. Rarely does anything other than showering happen, and we both like it that way, it's just an amazing way to have an even deeper intimacy with each other. I'm not at all saying that it's not sexual, I think by default no clothes and water makes it sexual, but we take those times as an opportunity to be close in a no expectations, no stress, no worry, no wondering-if-the -other-person-wants-more way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once someone or some people answer there will more on the subject.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-2766968397385725086?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/2766968397385725086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2011/08/questions.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/2766968397385725086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/2766968397385725086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2011/08/questions.html' title='Questions.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437963971404550795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJZgIIsEZ8s/TUH6VG2BvSI/AAAAAAAAADs/JyCuHZOTNyo/s220/Image0040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-4913142860745073272</id><published>2011-07-25T17:32:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T20:46:37.581-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The image of God</title><content type='html'>Days. Weeks. Months...Who's counting? Oh! You are? Well then...Sorry to keep you waiting. I haven't finished "Sacred Marriage: What if God Designed Marriage to Make Us Holy More Than To Make Us Happy?" by Gary Thomas yet, but I am very close. That being the case I am ready to begin sharing bits and pieces of it. First, I will share a piece I wrote a few days ago and then I'll go into quotes and other stuff. So here you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Bible teaches us that both men and women were made in the image of God (Gen. 1:26-27). Understanding this truth should remind us regularly of God's presence, for it allows us to realize that our mate is helping to create a fuller picture of God's nature and person." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see men and women as polar opposites so often. When I read the above passage it hit me like a ton of bricks that it doesn't say they are made in the &lt;i&gt;same&lt;/i&gt; image. We're not polar opposites as much as we are two halves. This was startling to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if God had made us all like women...Very little would ever get done because we'd be talking all the time. Now imagine if He had made us all like guys...Nothing would ever get done because we'd sit and watch sports all day. With these examples it's obvious that He had to give us different parts of His image. Men need us to keep them off the couch and we need them to keep us from talking till the world ends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously though it's not just this that makes the difference important. Men and women have such vital, different images to portray. As I see it, the image of God we get to see in men (and mind you, it's terribly flawed) is the image of strength and justice; a jealous leader and master; a protector. God made men solid and fierce and full of physical and spiritual power. They are the ones that lead and protect, with righteousness, all that is theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in this image of strength and power God didn't leave out gentleness and love and peace. He did, however, make it so that it had to be cultivated...and how better to do that than with the loving, compassionate side of His image, women. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women show us the gentle, loving image of God. Though this image is flawed terribly as well, we can see the compassion and grace of our Creator in the deep ways of women. Women nurture and tend, they feel the tiniest thing as the biggest of emotions. They care and love in ways that go beyond their comprehension at times.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These images, these opposites, need each other. Men show women the strength and reliability of God. They teach them how to understand and love that side of Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women teach men to listen to God's gentle voice, to be patient and thoughtful. They show them the "quiet place" of God's heart. Each one needs the other to compliment and complete it. Nothing can be accomplished by  strength and power alone; nor can anything be accomplished solely by gentle loving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is not just one of these things. He is all of them. And He can be because He's God. Think if He had given all of this to Adam. I think he would have popped. Think about the conflicting signals he would have gotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be strong!" "No, you must be kind and gentle." Be fierce!" "Show some compassion!" Talk about a case of schizophrenia!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes sense, if you think about it, that we're not the same and that we don't understand the opposite sex all the time...or ever. But realizing that God created them that way is the first step to having a great relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you look at a person, be it your spouse, a friend, or a stranger, realize that you're looking at a picture of God. Just like a picture isn't &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; what it's of, so people aren't &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; God. But just like that picture can tell you a lot about what it's of, so can the opposite sex tell you a lot about God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-4913142860745073272?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/4913142860745073272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2011/07/image-of-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/4913142860745073272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/4913142860745073272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2011/07/image-of-god.html' title='The image of God'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437963971404550795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJZgIIsEZ8s/TUH6VG2BvSI/AAAAAAAAADs/JyCuHZOTNyo/s220/Image0040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-5940033716225342976</id><published>2011-06-27T19:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T19:50:02.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've added a new book to the links section and I've added a button that links you to another blog that I think is really good in the relationship realm. I'll be posting some quotes and thoughts here shortly(for real this time) from Sacred Marriage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to ask a favor of those that read this blog...Would you please pray for a couple that you know. They may seem great and healthy and happy and real on the outside. But no one but they know what's on the inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back in a couple days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-5940033716225342976?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/5940033716225342976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2011/06/ive-added-new-book-to-links-section-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/5940033716225342976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/5940033716225342976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2011/06/ive-added-new-book-to-links-section-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437963971404550795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJZgIIsEZ8s/TUH6VG2BvSI/AAAAAAAAADs/JyCuHZOTNyo/s220/Image0040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-2611228402946669021</id><published>2011-05-03T19:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T19:13:17.592-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Check back soon for a new post! I'm back to having time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-2611228402946669021?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/2611228402946669021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2011/05/check-back-soon-for-new-post-im-back-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/2611228402946669021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/2611228402946669021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2011/05/check-back-soon-for-new-post-im-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437963971404550795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJZgIIsEZ8s/TUH6VG2BvSI/AAAAAAAAADs/JyCuHZOTNyo/s220/Image0040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-7300876942795876145</id><published>2011-03-03T21:26:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T21:48:33.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anonymous Comment</title><content type='html'>I’m a little at a loss as to how to go about addressing this comment. There is much in it that I don’t agree with and that goes against the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;purpose &lt;/span&gt;of this blog. If, anonymous, you have a problem with the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;purpose &lt;/span&gt;of this blog, I will gladly try to explain better. Going line-by-line seems the best way to go about this, so, since the beginning is a very good place to start, there we shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“I would caution against books that are not written from a godly perspective.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with this, to some extent. I greatly prefer books that are godly in intent, but I have found that there is great – and, in my opinion – “Christian” acceptable material in “non-Christian” books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General information about our bodies, how they work, how to take care of them, and what to expect can come from anywhere. If that happens to be a book with pictures, or a book that goes on to talk about what to expect with sex, I don’t think it’s wrong to read more. I understand the reservation people have with young people knowing this information, but I don’t agree with it. If I had known what sex and intimacy was &lt;u&gt;Really&lt;/u&gt; all about, some things that happened might not have. I wasn’t told about it, I wasn’t taught about it – but if I had had a book, any book, I would have read about it (and realized the importance of it) and not made those mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“The Psalmist said he would set no wicked or evil thing before his eyes, and the New Testament teaches us to abstain from all appearances of evil.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the whole point of this blog has been lost, so I shall state it here as bluntly as possible:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex is not evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God created it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does not create evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God had to have told Adam and Eve – or given them the knowledge – of what goes where and that it’s for pleasure as well as for procreation. Think about what that conversation was like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are sexual things that you can do that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;are &lt;/span&gt;sinful. But there is &lt;u&gt;nothing&lt;/u&gt; evil about loving, consensual, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;married &lt;/span&gt;sex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“A book that explicitly details sex, positions, and such, is definitely close to, if not pornographic. Probably more porn that some porn magazines. I wouldn’t want my kids to find a book like that in my house, accidentally or otherwise.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disagree with this statement almost entirely. That’s not to say I don’t understand where you’re coming from. I understand the concern about porn, and I know what it can do first-hand, so I don’t take this lightly. But – and this is my opinion – unless you are a sick sex addict, there is a &lt;u&gt;huge&lt;/u&gt; difference between educational and pornographic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for kids seeing something, as I’m sure you know, I don’t have kids – but that’s not the point. I fully intend to talk to my kids (should I have any) about their sexuality as soon as I think they can understand. If you’re worried about them seeing it, put it somewhere where they can’t find it until you deem it the proper time (the sooner the better).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Marriage is more than sex.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wholehearted “Yes” to this statement. I realize that I haven’t yet emphasized that fact here, but it was coming. Since it’s here now, I shall not hold back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion – and many a Christian author’s as well – sex is the glue that holds a marriage together. But here’s the thing about glue: it has to have something to stick to. You have to have a foundation of love, trust, confidence, happiness, and much more, for that glue to stick to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are that you’re not really going to want to have sex with someone who you’re hopping mad at. Yes, I realize there may be exceptions. But, in general, you don’t want to be around a person that has made you mad. That’s why, in marriages, we work on keeping the peace and being loving. Now, what happens when a person makes you happy and you want to be around them? Well, in marriage, you want to hug them, kiss them and, hopefully, grab them by the hand and take them to the bedroom to glue that happiness and love down solid. And if we could just keep that pattern of cutting out love and happiness and gluing them together, there’d be far less unrest in marriage. Sex &lt;u&gt;must&lt;/u&gt; be a big part of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Sex is more than just figuring out what works right away after you’re married and learning a bunch of new tactics to gain more pleasure.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not trying at all to cheapen the, shall we say, “Sanctity” of the sexual experience between a husband and wife. What I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;am &lt;/span&gt;trying to do is to show people that there’s so much more to that experience, and tell them that I feel that God wants us to learn to love each other better in &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would we &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; want that? I’m not telling people only how to gain more pleasure; I’m telling people that there’s much more to sex than a physical act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the most intimate way you can show your love for your spouse. Why would anyone not want to be a better lover of their most loved one? We strive as mates to better emotionally love our spouse every day (or we should). All I am saying is that we must glue that down and cement it in their hearts by showing physical love to the best of our ability. If we even suspect that they are unhappy with how we do that, we must try to learn and change. That is where talking comes in, and then educating yourself. If we don’t do this, that is our selfishness at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Leave nature to take its course and stop trying to learn it all in the first year or so of marriage.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that I have to say about this is that it’s not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nature’s &lt;/span&gt;course – it’s God’s. As Christians, we strive for excellence in everything that God says is good and right. Tragically, we neglect this particular area. There is an entire book in the Bible about it. He gave it to us – what more do we need? Also, why &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;wouldn’t &lt;/span&gt;you want to learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Some of the things mentioned in these books are things designed by depraved minds who go beyond normal limits because they are not satisfied – and that is just it.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I feel that we have “pornographic” confused with “helpful and educational.” The definition of pornography is: “Obscene writings, drawings, photographs, or the like.” And the definition of “obscene” is: “Designed to incite indecency or lust.” Clearly, from these definitions, the books that I have are not designed to provoke these things. (By the way, in no way do I think pornography, in its true sense, is acceptable.) As for “depraved minds,” do you honestly believe that every twelve- to fifteen-year-old who acquires a pornographic image has a depraved mind? “Normal limits?” God didn’t set any limits, as far as I know, in regards to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;non-sinful&lt;/span&gt; sex. I feel that marriage between a husband and a wife should have no sexual limits (always taking into consideration the other person’s comfort zone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“The more bizarre it becomes, the more bizarre some people take it – to extremes that are unquestionably non-Christian, and that even plain ole decent people would blush at.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bizarre” is a matter of opinion. Not knowing to what you’re referring exactly, all I can say is this: once upon a time, women in pants was bizarre and sinful – &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;to people and tradition&lt;/span&gt;. I don’t feel sinful wearing pants, nor do I feel sinful loving my husband – and letting him love me – in many different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Unquestionably non-Christian.” Really? Where does it say that you’re not a Christian if you do such and such to your mate? Again, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tradition and comfort&lt;/span&gt;. I considered myself among the “plain ole decent people,” but apparently I was wrong. In my opinion, sex is not a blushing matter. I do not, however, feel that one should sit in a train station and discuss it openly in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have offended you, I am sorry – &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt;. But you read this of your own volition. If you are uncomfortable with the content, I cannot help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“It is wise to veer away from the porn-type picture books. This type of stuff can mess up a marriage unintentionally. I’ve seen it happen.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree 100% that at all costs everyone should stay away from pornography. As aforementioned, I have seen it happen, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Relax in the beautiful gift God has given you and your hubby and don’t go too far out on a limb.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assure you that Joe and I are very relaxed in this gift that God has given us. And, if we choose to do something “out on a limb,” as you say, it’s mutual and with excitement in each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Just a word of caution from someone who cares.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am about honesty, I must say, in all frank honesty, that your comment sounded remarkably like a statement of how one should live – rather than a caring opinion. I am trying to open minds, to go beyond tradition and limits, and help people be comfortable with their sexuality and that of their mate. I am not here to judge anyone and no one should feel that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-7300876942795876145?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/7300876942795876145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2011/03/anonymous-comment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/7300876942795876145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/7300876942795876145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2011/03/anonymous-comment.html' title='Anonymous Comment'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437963971404550795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJZgIIsEZ8s/TUH6VG2BvSI/AAAAAAAAADs/JyCuHZOTNyo/s220/Image0040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-4453152887320671434</id><published>2011-03-02T11:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T11:34:19.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comment</title><content type='html'>I was presented with an anonymous comment, that I have since published, addressing some concerns that a reader has about my blog. First Thank You Anonymous for that concern and second I will be posting a reply to your concerns shortly.&lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-4453152887320671434?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/4453152887320671434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2011/03/comment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/4453152887320671434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/4453152887320671434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2011/03/comment.html' title='Comment'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437963971404550795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJZgIIsEZ8s/TUH6VG2BvSI/AAAAAAAAADs/JyCuHZOTNyo/s220/Image0040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-2437757611232317857</id><published>2011-01-24T12:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T12:48:01.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Books</title><content type='html'>So since I have a thing for books in general and books about relationships and sex particularly, I have acquired two more. And I must say that at least one of them is AMAZING!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheet Music by Dr. Kevin Leman is fantastic. It says everything I want to say and presents everything in a great way and I think that everyone should read it. I'm not finished with it yet but I have a good start and almost every page I have an exclamation of "Exactly!" or "That's what I'm talking about!" or "There's no way I could have said that better."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has two up on me though. He's way older than me, so subsequently he has more experience, and he's a counselor. If I could just get everyone to read the book I wouldn't have to write a blog. Tragic really, and a little daunting going forward BUT...I still feel the need to try to reach people about this and since not everyone will read the book I shall forge a head with this great new piece of insight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other book that I have acquired is Sex, Romance, and the Glory of God: What Every Christian Husband Should Know by C.J. Mahaney. As I said I haven't begun to read this but I think Joe has. I've no idea what he thinks about it but I am excited to know what they have to say about how to romance your wife and how to glorify God while doing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note. Take a moment and re-read my heading and any other literature that describes this blog. I'm trying to make point clearer and I'd appreciate feed back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-2437757611232317857?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/2437757611232317857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2011/01/more-books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/2437757611232317857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/2437757611232317857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2011/01/more-books.html' title='More Books'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437963971404550795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJZgIIsEZ8s/TUH6VG2BvSI/AAAAAAAAADs/JyCuHZOTNyo/s220/Image0040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-1574210411152991103</id><published>2010-12-28T13:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T13:14:21.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>I have read quite a few books on the subject of sexuality and have educated myself in various ways on many things not talked about in public. That being said, Joe and I recently bought a book titled "The Good Sex Bible: How to Make Love". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a small side note we were both quite surprised with just how ok we were buying such a book in a book store. In my mind a hurdle has just been crossed. Ever notice how one person can make everyone else nervous? Well we walked up there and bought that book as mature, comfortable adults and that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to books… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying, Joe and I bought a book and have been reading it together. It has a little bit of everything in it from The Language of Clothes (not just sexy under things), to positions and erotica (for those that don't know what that is it's playing out fantasies. Think being tied up, etc.) and also foods to eat and issues you may have. There's more to it even than that. And yes to anyone wondering it is fully illustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t buy the book because we were unhappy with our sex life or anything like that. We bought it to broaden our horizon, to find out how to love each other better, and to fully open up this gift from God that we have only started to unwrap. We want to learn to love each other better. Trial and error, in my opinion, is not the best way to do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere in the Bible does it say that SEX is a sin. So I say why should there be sin in reading a book about it. I for one find it very helpful and educational and interesting. I have learned so much about my own self and about my body. I have learned things that not only are helpful for pleasure but also for my health and wellbeing. Things I never would have known unless I had gotten over my uncomfortableness and decided that I wanted to take pleasure in my husband. The books are written to encourage and educate you.  They are written to open your mind and to help you learn to love and to be loveable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why wouldn’t a husband want to be able to tell his lady love how to love him best? Why wouldn’t couples want to grow stronger and more in love? Ladies, I know that out there there is so much that tells us that our sexual satisfaction is something we have to struggle for and that it’s hard to reach and so on. I have talked to women that just endure sex, women that tell me that they dread it.  But I say pick up a book about you and see how that changes things. Why would we want to cheat ourselves out of this gift? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was worried when I got married. I thought that sex was just for the guys and that they were the only ones that were ever satisfied. That it was something I was to do as a wife to keep my husband happy. I wasn’t even raised in a Christian house hold and that’s still the picture I got. With that in our heads how are we ever going to be able to relax and find pleasure? How are we ever going to know if those faint whispers of orgasms and wonderful, mutual, passionate, sex are true…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read a book. Go online. And for heaven’s sake TALK ABOUT IT! But that’s for another time. Here are the books that I have read or skimmed.  And there is of course the one we are reading now. As we read more and find new books that help us further I’ll let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The books are under Links.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-1574210411152991103?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/1574210411152991103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-have-read-quite-few-books-on-subject.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/1574210411152991103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/1574210411152991103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-have-read-quite-few-books-on-subject.html' title='Books'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437963971404550795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJZgIIsEZ8s/TUH6VG2BvSI/AAAAAAAAADs/JyCuHZOTNyo/s220/Image0040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-7015003894666492698</id><published>2010-12-10T16:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T16:16:25.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here I sit two posts in to what, I thought, was going to be a great thing and now I just don't know. It really seems like people just don't want to know and don't want to talk about it. Even doctors. I think their issue though, is that they don't want to offend anyone or make anyone uncomfortable so they act like it's such a touchy subject. But I guess you never really know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No feedback was deterring but I have made up my mind that I will ignore that and write anyway. I shall also ignore peoples seeming discomfort, after all they aren't being forced to read it, and write exactly what is on my mind about sex and sex ed. That is not to say that I am going to be graphic, because that to me is just wrong, but not much is off limits. So there you have it, and if I don't post for a while will someone send me a message and tell me to...that is assuming anyone reads this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-7015003894666492698?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/7015003894666492698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2010/12/here-i-sit-two-posts-in-to-what-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/7015003894666492698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/7015003894666492698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2010/12/here-i-sit-two-posts-in-to-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437963971404550795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJZgIIsEZ8s/TUH6VG2BvSI/AAAAAAAAADs/JyCuHZOTNyo/s220/Image0040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-5976780765237387317</id><published>2010-08-08T19:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T19:55:30.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking About Sex</title><content type='html'>Why shouldn't we be allowed to talk about something that's wonderful and that we enjoy? It makes no sense to me. I have no personal restrictions about having conversations that have to do with sex. I want to talk about sex and its place in our lives. I get so frustrated at society and how people can only seem to talk about sex in a vulgar, detached way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those concerned, I’m not planning on spouting my sex life publicly. That's not what this is about. I'm addressing the issue of not being able to talk about even the important medical and growing up parts of sexuality without a very large amount of discomfort. We’ve all been there, guys and girls alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people that just do not want to talk about this and maybe never will be comfortable with it. That’s their comfort zone and while I greatly respect that I also will encourage and push for them to get their questions answered and to gain knowledge in a way that is comfortable for them. There are some great books out there. I also want to stress that no matter who we are or how uncomfortable we are we need to think of our spouses and talk to them. How will we ever know what they may need if we let our discomfort get in the way? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for people that may say that young people shouldn’t hear this…12-14 year olds need more information than they get. I know from experience and from talking to friends that there is so much that they wanted to know and were never told or were too afraid or uncomfortable to ask.  In some cases these people ended up turning to not so great stuff to find their answers. It's their choice to want to know or not and I will respect that. But for your children’s sake, don’t give them the easy answers to their awkward questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I don't think that there is anything that I have written yet that would be inappropriate for any age group.  At 12-14 young people are coming into puberty and I hope that maybe my writings might help them talk about things they want to know.  Talking about sex to our young people should be like talking to them about drugs and alcohol. The statistics are amazing for how well talking about those two things helps kids stay out of it. Shouldn't we do that for one of the most, in my opinion, sacred things in this world?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-5976780765237387317?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/5976780765237387317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2010/08/talking-about-sex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/5976780765237387317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/5976780765237387317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2010/08/talking-about-sex.html' title='Talking About Sex'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437963971404550795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJZgIIsEZ8s/TUH6VG2BvSI/AAAAAAAAADs/JyCuHZOTNyo/s220/Image0040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-5772858454366397752</id><published>2010-08-05T19:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T19:34:36.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the note from Facebook</title><content type='html'>This is just a little bit of the things I am dying to talk to people about concerning sex. I have a great desire to become someone that can talk to people about their sex lives. Someone that gives programs and talks and seminars about the wonderful thing that sex is instead of all the “Oh my gosh STD!” “Oh my gosh pregnancy and abortion!” “Oh my gosh everything”. What about the “Oh My Gosh, babe, that was great!” &lt;br /&gt;I want to talk about my sex life with people and I want to talk to people about their sex lives and not feel like I am making people uncomfortable. I’m not trying to take anything away from sex or to cheapen it at all. On the absolute contrary I think it would make it so much better for people. I love my sex life! It’s so much fun and it builds so much good stuff between Joe and me. There’s love and trust and just this feeling of wellbeing that surrounds us. &lt;br /&gt;I really feel that sex is about trust first and for most. If you don’t trust every part of your being to your mate you can’t have great sex. If there’s a subject that you are uncomfortable talking about, if there’s an insecurity that you have, if there’s a question that you’ve never had answered…How can you trust every physical part of yourself to that person if you can’t trust every internal, emotional part to them.&lt;br /&gt;There is so much strife where sex is concerned. Relationships fall apart over and over again because of sexual issues. What if we talked about them? What if we just got together with our friends, male and female alike and just asked for advice. We do it about everything else. &lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing wrong with sex. It’s not a hush hush, taboo thing. I don’t feel like it was ever supposed to be. The Song of Solomon talks about it and even, in my opinion, gives an example of a sex position.(Chapter 2 vrs 6) Why would the inspired word of God do that if sex was supposed to be an off limits thing. Read Song of Solomon. It’s beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;I didn’t understand Song of Solomon until I had had sex. Now that I have I understand why they wanted to talk about it like they do. Why they were so in love with each other and how much they wanted to please the other before themselves. Everything that God made was good, and He said so. So why would sex be bad? &lt;br /&gt;If I had someone in my life that was as ok with this topic as I am I would gush to them every time Joe and I had sex, whether it was great, ok, or crappy. I feel like it would make my sex life even better because everything is made better when you share it with someone that cares or can relate. Maybe it would make you try new things so you could go tell your friends “Hey this is amazing!” Or “Dude, whatever you do don’t do this.” Maybe it wouldn’t do anything for you and you think I’m crazy. That’s ok too.&lt;br /&gt;All this really is out to accomplish is to make you think. Why do we talk about something that can be so great in such vulgar ways? Why do we make it a conquest and a rite of passage and something everyone must just do. I hope you do have a great sex life and if you don’t maybe this will make you wonder what you’re missing. Because let me tell you, you’re missing. I truly, and very firmly, believe that everyone, no matter what, can have a great sex life that makes them want to talk about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-5772858454366397752?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1301476995&amp;v=app_2347471856' title='This is the note from Facebook'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/5772858454366397752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-is-note-from-facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/5772858454366397752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/5772858454366397752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-is-note-from-facebook.html' title='This is the note from Facebook'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437963971404550795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJZgIIsEZ8s/TUH6VG2BvSI/AAAAAAAAADs/JyCuHZOTNyo/s220/Image0040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-3462090976888127990</id><published>2010-08-05T17:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T17:10:39.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Transformation</title><content type='html'>This is the first post of the new Where Red and Blue Make Green. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm changing this blog to be a place that I can express myself and maybe educate about our sexual selves. I am leaving the old posts on here but from now on the very vast majority of posts on this blog will be my thoughts on sexuality and communication. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish only for respect of my, and anyone else's, opinions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-3462090976888127990?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/3462090976888127990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2010/08/transformation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/3462090976888127990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/3462090976888127990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2010/08/transformation.html' title='The Transformation'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437963971404550795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJZgIIsEZ8s/TUH6VG2BvSI/AAAAAAAAADs/JyCuHZOTNyo/s220/Image0040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-2410632915554043129</id><published>2009-07-08T17:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:46:04.422-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To anyone that cares, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There will be a wave of posts coming shortly. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To give you a teaser the titles will be something along the lines of this: Handshakes and First Impressions, Going to the Dentist, and Common Curtisy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They may not come in that order.&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/1880153415948434605-2410632915554043129?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/2410632915554043129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-anyone-that-cares-there-will-be-wave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/2410632915554043129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/2410632915554043129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-anyone-that-cares-there-will-be-wave.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437963971404550795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJZgIIsEZ8s/TUH6VG2BvSI/AAAAAAAAADs/JyCuHZOTNyo/s220/Image0040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-1759987276853289153</id><published>2009-05-26T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:15:37.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Please watch this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; performance of Amazing Grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HfGytXRpfho"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HfGytXRpfho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-1759987276853289153?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/1759987276853289153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2009/05/please-watch-this-awesome-performance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/1759987276853289153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/1759987276853289153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2009/05/please-watch-this-awesome-performance.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437963971404550795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJZgIIsEZ8s/TUH6VG2BvSI/AAAAAAAAADs/JyCuHZOTNyo/s220/Image0040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-312031361933595839</id><published>2009-03-31T20:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:38:20.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It should be said more often</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 8px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 8px; font: normal normal normal small/normal arial; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that this is a strange thing for one to do...  But I have been given the chance to think overly hard about this and many other things in life...  And if I were to die tomorrow I would just want all of you to know that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for the part you have played in my life. No matter how small you may think it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no reason to think that I would die tomorrow...  There is no reason to think that until many years down the road...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted you to know how much you mean to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Is there something you've been wanting to say to someone?**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-312031361933595839?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/312031361933595839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-should-be-said-more-often.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/312031361933595839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/312031361933595839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-should-be-said-more-often.html' title='It should be said more often'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437963971404550795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJZgIIsEZ8s/TUH6VG2BvSI/AAAAAAAAADs/JyCuHZOTNyo/s220/Image0040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-6929174466790819316</id><published>2008-12-31T18:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T18:35:00.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old and New Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Does life ever slow down? Does it take its time? Will it pause for just one moment?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No I guess not. So there's one more year gone...Full of missed chances, failed tries, and dreams unfulfilled.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That's a morbid way to look at it isn't it...:::Sigh::: I'm sorry.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It's just how I feel at the moment. And I'm not feeling too upbeat about the coming year either. A moment of pessimism? Possibly. A small look at the down side of life? Maybe.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Or is it just me letting the world know, though it probably doesn't really care, how I really do feel about it at this point in time...Yes, that seems to be it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Do forgive me. I seem to be a bit down on myself...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Positivity will come, I promise... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-6929174466790819316?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/6929174466790819316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2008/12/old-and-new-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/6929174466790819316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/6929174466790819316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2008/12/old-and-new-years.html' title='Old and New Years'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437963971404550795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJZgIIsEZ8s/TUH6VG2BvSI/AAAAAAAAADs/JyCuHZOTNyo/s220/Image0040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-155827251871157783</id><published>2008-12-29T18:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T18:19:34.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyelashes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have come to the conclusion that God gave men better eye lashes than women. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Being a dental assistant gives me great opportunity to observe many, many different versions of the human face...I shant go into great detail because we would most definitely be here a long while...But let us just suffice to say that, at the very least, 8 times out of 10 the men I see at such close proximity have great eyelashes and it makes me superbly jealous.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-155827251871157783?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/155827251871157783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2008/12/eyelashes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/155827251871157783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/155827251871157783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2008/12/eyelashes.html' title='Eyelashes'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437963971404550795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJZgIIsEZ8s/TUH6VG2BvSI/AAAAAAAAADs/JyCuHZOTNyo/s220/Image0040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-3916955337183926406</id><published>2008-09-26T20:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T21:04:15.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem...No title as of yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;For me there is no doubt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No second thought...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No other rout.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With trust and strength and love...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our faith and open minds...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With hope and joy and laughter...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We'll make it through hard times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Through hunger, fear and need...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doubt, frustration, and dispute...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When times are hard and fading...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And all our points are moot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He'll see us through.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He'll love us through.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He's hope and trust and love...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He'll take our pain...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And guide us on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That Power up above...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Copy Right Amy Dzaack September 26 2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-3916955337183926406?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/3916955337183926406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2008/09/poemno-title-as-of-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/3916955337183926406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/3916955337183926406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2008/09/poemno-title-as-of-yet.html' title='A Poem...No title as of yet'/><author><name>A.M. Dzaack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKWzh3B09LM/R9qw3wVygXI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gBKvNawrEEM/S220/n571920398_913394_8954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-8408858345472626947</id><published>2008-08-06T13:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T14:17:19.004-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty</title><content type='html'>What defines beauty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly believe in the old adage that Beauty Is In The Eye Of The Beholder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::Side Note::: I hope that Joe doesn't mind me bringing him in to this...:::End Note:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe has told me on multiple occasions that I look like a celebrity. He thinks I look like Scarlett Johansson! Talk about a compliment but...I don't see it babe... Anyway...I was told a few days ago that I look like Julia Roberts and then later the same day I was told that I looked like Angelina Jolie.(I've been told I look like her more than once and all by different people. Complete strangers have told me this!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, determined to get to the bottom of this whole 'Amy the Celeb' thing, I emailed the Wonderful Joseph about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was told yesterday that people think I look like Juilia Roberts and Angelina Jolie. You think I look like Scarlett Johansson. What is with this?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his response was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"lol This just goes to show that you actually could be a celebrity. There's no other conclusion to draw. Although I have to admit I don't see the Julia Roberts thing at all. I think she's one of the ugliest women in the world, lol"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. I look like both the most beautiful(to the vast majority)woman in the world and "one of the ugliest women in the world". What gives!? Talk about a way to confuse a girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't think any of the three are that attractive. Of them, if I was to choose, I think it would go: Julia, Angelina, Scarlett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's how I see beauty. How do you see it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-8408858345472626947?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/8408858345472626947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-defines-beauty-i-strongly-believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/8408858345472626947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/8408858345472626947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-defines-beauty-i-strongly-believe.html' title='Beauty'/><author><name>A.M. Dzaack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKWzh3B09LM/R9qw3wVygXI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gBKvNawrEEM/S220/n571920398_913394_8954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-2978668061491658198</id><published>2008-07-22T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T10:34:43.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For Anyone That Has Been Wondering</title><content type='html'>I have not died, fallen off the face of the earth, or any other morbid thing like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have however, not had reliable access to the Internet for however long I have been absent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of the end of this month though, those of you that have been wonderful and tried to keep up with me and my comings and goings should be hearing a lot more from me. I'm moving back to Canaan Valley and there I have much better access to the Internet and more time to keep up with Facebook and my Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that all those people out there that I love and have been missing will at the very least say hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs&lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-2978668061491658198?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/2978668061491658198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-anyone-that-has-been-wondering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/2978668061491658198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/2978668061491658198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-anyone-that-has-been-wondering.html' title='For Anyone That Has Been Wondering'/><author><name>A.M. Dzaack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKWzh3B09LM/R9qw3wVygXI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gBKvNawrEEM/S220/n571920398_913394_8954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-6797681731737467328</id><published>2008-05-07T15:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T15:33:31.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Que Sera Sera</title><content type='html'>Que Sera, Sera,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever will be, will be&lt;br /&gt;The future's not ours, to see&lt;br /&gt;Que Sera, Sera&lt;br /&gt;What will be, will be.&lt;br /&gt;(Que Sera Sera By: Doris Day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many memories that go with this song but that's not why I posted part of it. I posted it because last night I realised that there is nothing we can do to hurry the future.  We can't get there faster by doing anything. We can't get there period.  We just have to let the future come to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are somethings that we can do shape our futures a small bit, but nothing EVER turns out like you thought it would. Yes somethings come close but never spot on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what can we do about this?  What is there that us little, pathetic, needy, wining, pushy, rude, obnoxious, irritable, and self centered things calling ourselves human beings can do? (I don't think that this sentence is grammatically correct but bear with me. You get the idea at least) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer...NOTHING!!!! So quit trying to make things happen that aren't ready to. Stop trying to fast forward your life. Quit being in a hurry for this day to be done because there's something you want to do tomorrow.(Why not do it today? Oh I forgot, you wanted to do something else today...right) See what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que Sera Sera people!!!!  Leave it alone! You can't do anything about the future! SO QUIT TRYING!!!!  Whatever will be, will be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if it didn't work out the way you wanted it to or thought it should...it's ok. There may be another day to give a try in, but there might not.  I don't know and neither do you.  And for me, Que Sera Sera is the perfect motto to live with. I enjoy my life. Spontaneity, less worry, more unrestricted fun.  I do, really, live one day at a time and leave the rest up to my creator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever will be, will be because He said so...or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings and relaxation&lt;br /&gt;Hugs&lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-6797681731737467328?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/6797681731737467328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2008/05/que-sera-sera.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/6797681731737467328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/6797681731737467328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2008/05/que-sera-sera.html' title='Que Sera Sera'/><author><name>A.M. Dzaack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKWzh3B09LM/R9qw3wVygXI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gBKvNawrEEM/S220/n571920398_913394_8954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-8793618478811287613</id><published>2008-04-28T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:13:09.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons Why I...</title><content type='html'>Everyone should do this. Why? A) Because you can. B) Because it makes the person happy. C) Because(trust me) it makes you feel very good about your self. And D) Because everyone can use a little more of all of this.&lt;br /&gt;There is no order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons Why I...love you Joe Curtis.&lt;br /&gt;Because you chose me&lt;br /&gt;Because of your deep side&lt;br /&gt;Because you see many things the way I do&lt;br /&gt;Because you don't think I'm stupid(well sometimes:) )&lt;br /&gt;Because you love me back&lt;br /&gt;Because you take me as I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons Why I....respect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your centeredness&lt;br /&gt;Your drive&lt;br /&gt;Your ability to get things done&lt;br /&gt;Because you are a gentleman&lt;br /&gt;Because of your goals&lt;br /&gt;I respect you very much for your strength and belief in God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons Why I...am proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to have you as my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;Your ability to stick with things even when I know you don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;Your will power&lt;br /&gt;Your public skills&lt;br /&gt;Your ability as a director&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is so much more to add to all of these. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much Joseph.&lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-8793618478811287613?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/8793618478811287613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2008/04/reasons-why-i.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/8793618478811287613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/8793618478811287613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2008/04/reasons-why-i.html' title='Reasons Why I...'/><author><name>A.M. Dzaack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKWzh3B09LM/R9qw3wVygXI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gBKvNawrEEM/S220/n571920398_913394_8954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-3911120908308398719</id><published>2008-04-21T16:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T17:03:56.861-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Yesterday</title><content type='html'>Try this combo on for size...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church: 11:00am&lt;br /&gt;Joe's House: 12:30ish - 3:30ish&lt;br /&gt;Driving: 3:30ish - 5:00&lt;br /&gt;Standing in line in the rain: 5:00 - 6:40&lt;br /&gt;Concert(we're wet): 7:00 - 9:30ish&lt;br /&gt;Drive home(with food stop): 9:45ish - 12(his house) 12:30(my house)&lt;br /&gt;Get up and go to work: 7:00 am the next morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE IT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't want to do it every day but once in a while, heck yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 months yesterday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Joe!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-3911120908308398719?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/3911120908308398719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/3911120908308398719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/3911120908308398719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-yesterday.html' title='My Yesterday'/><author><name>A.M. Dzaack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKWzh3B09LM/R9qw3wVygXI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gBKvNawrEEM/S220/n571920398_913394_8954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-5952757237308181479</id><published>2008-04-16T13:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T14:09:36.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From One Day to the Next</title><content type='html'>From one day to the next many things can happen. Good, bad, neutral...anything really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure most people at one point or another have had this thought, or something similar..."I just shut my car door. It's history now. I can't go back and do it again. Sure I can shut my car door again but it won't be the same..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might be something that's too deep to really explain here...I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway where this was going waaaaaaas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let a prospective employer pretty much ruin my day yesterday.  It's a day I can't go back and redo. I lived one more day of my life and I let someone I've only met once ruin it.  I didn't do all that I could have. I didn't live it fully. I lost,wasted, a day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't written in anger, not even frustration. It's just point of fact. A sad fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many days of your short life do you waste? How many days do you let someone ruin.  Do you do everything that you can in your day. Do you live it fully?  No regrets. No "Oh, shucks I should have done that yesterday."? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us don't. I'd really like to meet someone who does.  I want to ask them if they really have no regrets or just live it with the "Well what's done is done and I can't change it." attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my challenge. Live one day of your life so fully that you can look back and with no hesitation say, "That was the best day of my life. No regrets, I wouldn't change a thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-5952757237308181479?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/5952757237308181479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2008/04/from-one-day-to-next.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/5952757237308181479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/5952757237308181479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2008/04/from-one-day-to-next.html' title='From One Day to the Next'/><author><name>A.M. Dzaack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKWzh3B09LM/R9qw3wVygXI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gBKvNawrEEM/S220/n571920398_913394_8954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-8229194686199298677</id><published>2008-04-15T17:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T17:59:31.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Write(you write whatever comes to mind)</title><content type='html'>Angels&lt;br /&gt;waisted time&lt;br /&gt;Joe&lt;br /&gt;cows&lt;br /&gt;trees&lt;br /&gt;books&lt;br /&gt;laughter&lt;br /&gt;murmer&lt;br /&gt;doors&lt;br /&gt;pages&lt;br /&gt;poetry&lt;br /&gt;mechanical humming&lt;br /&gt;steps&lt;br /&gt;sneeking&lt;br /&gt;boredam&lt;br /&gt;spelling&lt;br /&gt;truth&lt;br /&gt;touch&lt;br /&gt;thought&lt;br /&gt;math&lt;br /&gt;writting&lt;br /&gt;care&lt;br /&gt;requests&lt;br /&gt;refusal&lt;br /&gt;friends&lt;br /&gt;irritating people&lt;br /&gt;forced&lt;br /&gt;used&lt;br /&gt;disliked&lt;br /&gt;ignored&lt;br /&gt;wishful&lt;br /&gt;loved&lt;br /&gt;dreams&lt;br /&gt;clear&lt;br /&gt;consentration&lt;br /&gt;candy&lt;br /&gt;long days&lt;br /&gt;joints&lt;br /&gt;jewelry&lt;br /&gt;hats&lt;br /&gt;color&lt;br /&gt;theatre&lt;br /&gt;taste&lt;br /&gt;tears&lt;br /&gt;carry&lt;br /&gt;Joe&lt;br /&gt;time&lt;br /&gt;classes&lt;br /&gt;I give up. The end. You should try it some time. It really helps sort out your mind and thoughts and reveals things that you need to or have been thinking about. Plus it's great fun to see where your mind goes...sometimes it a scary place...lol They don't have to be just one word either.They can be anything you want them to be. That's why they're FREE writes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-8229194686199298677?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/8229194686199298677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2008/04/free-writeyou-write-whatever-comes-to.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/8229194686199298677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/8229194686199298677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2008/04/free-writeyou-write-whatever-comes-to.html' title='Free Write(you write whatever comes to mind)'/><author><name>A.M. Dzaack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKWzh3B09LM/R9qw3wVygXI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gBKvNawrEEM/S220/n571920398_913394_8954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-3003897568223456416</id><published>2008-04-08T10:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T10:27:20.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perspective &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;     One day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people live. They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family. On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, "How was the trip?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     "It was great, Dad." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     "Did you see how poor people live?" the father asked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     "Oh yeah," said the son. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     "So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?" asked the father. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     The son answered: "I saw that we have one dog and they had four. We have a pool and they have a creek that has no end. We have lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon. We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight. We have servants who serve us, but they serve others. We buy our food, but they grow theirs. We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     The boy's father was speechless. Then his son added, "Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     Isn't perspective a wonderful thing? Makes you wonder what would happen if we all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what we don't have. Appreciate every single thing you have, especially your friends! Share this with your family and your friends and even just those people you qualify as acquaintances. Help them refresh their perspective and appreciation for the simple life. "Life is too short and friends are too few."&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/1880153415948434605-3003897568223456416?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/3003897568223456416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/3003897568223456416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/3003897568223456416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought...'/><author><name>A.M. Dzaack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKWzh3B09LM/R9qw3wVygXI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gBKvNawrEEM/S220/n571920398_913394_8954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-5857442654380612684</id><published>2008-03-31T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T11:15:39.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Venting...There are just times you have to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't usually vent on these things but today is one of those days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it started last night, but whatever, skipping the particulars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house mate is POed at me, my boss didn't show AGAIN, and I'm having lunch with my mom today to talk about heaven knows what.&lt;br /&gt;Plus I have a paper due and ten pages worth of research to do for a theatre project and I don't even know what else!&lt;br /&gt;Oh I do know...since my boss didn't show I'm here from 9am-7:30 tonight! How's that for ruining your day?! The best part from 9-3 I have NOTHING to do. Oh except eat lunch with my mom which is going to be annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't give me the whole "O it can't be that bad..." thing because you don't know my mom. And I'm not in the greatest of moods which isn't going to help the relation with the parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And, just to make all of it that little tiny bit worse. . .never mind you don't want to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll just leave it at it is not my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh we'll add this too(I'm not blaming you Joe) I got not very much sleep last night and that just puts the cherry on the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@#^%$^&amp;amp;*!@#^%%$#!#% - If I weren't the person I was that wouldn't be in symbols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't think less of me for this but it's just not been a good day and it's only barely 11:00 o'clock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-5857442654380612684?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/5857442654380612684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2008/03/ventingthere-are-just-times-you-have-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/5857442654380612684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/5857442654380612684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2008/03/ventingthere-are-just-times-you-have-to.html' title='Venting...There are just times you have to.'/><author><name>A.M. Dzaack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKWzh3B09LM/R9qw3wVygXI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gBKvNawrEEM/S220/n571920398_913394_8954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-8046907230044488614</id><published>2008-03-24T12:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T12:30:18.899-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobs....</title><content type='html'>Today was my first day back to school after Spring Break. Usually on Mondays and Wednesdays I have work in the Art Department from 9 until around 12. Well I got here this morning at 9:30 (I had a battle with my alarm clock...which I lost). I'm hurrying in and I'm all stressed out because I'm a half hour late...and the door is still locked and no one is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm like OK this is fine he probably had a fight with his alarm this morning too and is just running late as well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hits 10 o'clock, he's still not here. I go to the library and type off a few emails and then head back. It's 10:15, he's still not here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go over to the office and see if maybe he called and said he wasn't coming. "No he hasn't called. Let me check the messages...No, no messages either."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now 10:40. Amy's a little on the miffed side. I take that back...Amy has been thinking of all the other things she could have been doing for 2 hours and is very PO ed at her boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tell the nice lady's in the office that if he comes in and is looking for me that I'll be in the library for a while. 11:15 comes around...no boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Amy decides she's had it and goes out to her car and listens to the radio for a little while then heads out and gets a bag of Starburst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she's waiting for class to start at 3:15. Oh yay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long day and it's just going to get longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-8046907230044488614?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/8046907230044488614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2008/03/jobs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/8046907230044488614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/8046907230044488614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2008/03/jobs.html' title='Jobs....'/><author><name>A.M. Dzaack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKWzh3B09LM/R9qw3wVygXI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gBKvNawrEEM/S220/n571920398_913394_8954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-1615343782647201105</id><published>2008-03-21T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T16:22:52.265-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh This is the Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Good music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lazy afternoons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Calm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Good food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hot showers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A very special Some One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Gas in your car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A loving Fuzzy Critter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This list goes on forever. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's the list that makes my life wonderful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You want to know the synonyms for wonderful? WONDERFUL: marvelous, amazing, astounding, great, swell, dandy, terrific. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You want to know the best part about those?  I can look each one of those up too...and get even more great things and it just keeps going. It's just like the list, it goes on forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A bit sadly life itself doesn't go on forever.  It does for some yes, but when someone says 'life' we think our birth to death. Our mortal lives. So with that said I'm going to post this age old question that everyone has heard a million times. But think of it for your birth to death...your mortal lives. Don't take the easy way out and say 'Well what I do here won't really matter because I'm going to heaven."  My answer to that "Cheap skate!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So here's the question...What are you going to do with your life?  Are you going to lead a wonderful life full of marvelous, amazing, astounding things. Are you going to do everything you do greatly?  The next time someone says "Hi! How are you?"  Are you going to answer "Terrific!" ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I will. Because my life is wonderful. All I have to do is look at that list and know that it just keeps going. You might say "Well what about the opposite list?" You mean the negative stuff in my life? It's a short list. I will admit this...the things on it carry a lot of weight, but it's still a short list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can't think of any way, right now, that the whole of my life could get any better. Moments get better yes(oh yes) but the whole of my life right now ... it's fantastic.  AWESOME: impressive, awe-inspiring, excellent, splendid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I can only thank YOU God for doing that for me. For having me born into the family that I have. For being there through every part of my life and shaping me through it. For letting me meet my boyfriend of 4 months. For giving me that drive to go to school even though I don't want to. For giving me this charmed, delectable, desiarable life.  I have no room to complain.  As my Grandmother on my dad's side would say(and there is NO disrespect intended) "Clean your plate! There are a starving children in Africa!"  I have everything I could possibly need or want. Chances are you do to if your reading this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Amy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-1615343782647201105?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/1615343782647201105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-this-is-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/1615343782647201105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/1615343782647201105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-this-is-life.html' title='Oh This is the Life!'/><author><name>A.M. Dzaack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKWzh3B09LM/R9qw3wVygXI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gBKvNawrEEM/S220/n571920398_913394_8954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-4322101932714702972</id><published>2008-03-15T22:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T22:49:33.705-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Theatre...The Stage...The Longing!</title><content type='html'>Last night and tonight I've had the immense pleasure of attending two theatre production. Let me state this before I go further...I live for the stage. If there's an empty stage and I'm allowed to be on it you can bet I'll be on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, along with Joe and our mutual friend Lacey, I went to a high school production of The Wiz, a spoof on The Wizard of Oz.  It was hilarious!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The acting was great; that high school had some very good talent. I'm not an expert, but once you're around the stage as much as I've been you begin to get an idea of who's 'in love' and who's 'just there' shall we say. When you're 'in love' you're naturally better because you're comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...tonight I went to a talent show hosted at my old high school and was pleasantly surprised at how talented they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain. When you have Talent Show in 'hick town' WV you tend to have everything from singing and dancing to cow calling and how to fix a tractor.(OK, so it's not really that bad...but it's not great either).  Tonight we had things like belly and Irish dancing, clarinet and piano playing, and vocals that were all very good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to watch as well as help and preform in these things. When I'm watching or helping I know how the performers are feeling because I've been there, done that.  And, of course, when I'm up there in front of 50 to 100 people...I know how they feel.  It's great! For me anyway. (I think I'm addicted!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you could do it if you didn't love it. Well you can...but it's not good and you don' t have fun.  I've been there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the next time I can be on the stage!  I MISS IT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;'Night!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-4322101932714702972?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/4322101932714702972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2008/03/theatrethe-stagethe-longing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/4322101932714702972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/4322101932714702972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2008/03/theatrethe-stagethe-longing.html' title='The Theatre...The Stage...The Longing!'/><author><name>A.M. Dzaack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKWzh3B09LM/R9qw3wVygXI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gBKvNawrEEM/S220/n571920398_913394_8954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880153415948434605.post-6844668203672076845</id><published>2008-03-13T14:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T14:56:00.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I have once again decided to enter the world of blogging.  May I have things to say this time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880153415948434605-6844668203672076845?l=whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/feeds/6844668203672076845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-i-have-once-again-decided-to-enter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/6844668203672076845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880153415948434605/posts/default/6844668203672076845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereredandbluemakegreen.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-i-have-once-again-decided-to-enter.html' title=''/><author><name>A.M. 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