<?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-11055162</id><updated>2011-07-28T04:43:51.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebecca's Rispostas</title><subtitle type='html'>I will probably change this description several times.  It may take me a while to figure out what I'm doing, and how to describe it accurately.  Meanwhile, you'll just have to be patient and try to slog through my ramblings and make sense of them on your own.  Good Luck.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-5349644812052891376</id><published>2009-06-06T22:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T22:27:53.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama Man</title><content type='html'>I loved this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="873" height="525"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zhhkF3dqXR0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zhhkF3dqXR0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="392" 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Man'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-561411896992727757</id><published>2009-06-06T22:19:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T22:26:44.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WvDedo8r1Fk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WvDedo8r1Fk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11055162-561411896992727757?l=rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/feeds/561411896992727757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11055162&amp;postID=561411896992727757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/561411896992727757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/561411896992727757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-5241677555766838944</id><published>2009-05-07T09:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:50:38.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Projects</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUPFGB27ILs/SgL7rQ8djII/AAAAAAAAAFo/XHthtGe0Rrc/s1600-h/IMAG0020-784823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUPFGB27ILs/SgL7rQ8djII/AAAAAAAAAFo/XHthtGe0Rrc/s320/IMAG0020-784823.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333101629461597314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;We've been really busy lately! Along with everything else going on, we've had to fit in time for school projects. The kitchen table has looked more like an arts &amp;amp; crafts studio than a place to eat! V.'s castle and C.'s butterfly were both due today, and I'm really grateful we only have three more weeks left of school. With our luck they'll each have another project to do before its over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11055162-5241677555766838944?l=rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/feeds/5241677555766838944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11055162&amp;postID=5241677555766838944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/5241677555766838944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/5241677555766838944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/2009/05/weve-been-really-busy-lately-along-with.html' title='School Projects'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUPFGB27ILs/SgL7rQ8djII/AAAAAAAAAFo/XHthtGe0Rrc/s72-c/IMAG0020-784823.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-9171224417044991446</id><published>2008-11-04T09:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T17:45:45.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So tell me she didn't say what I think she said.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P36x8rTb3jI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P36x8rTb3jI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11055162-9171224417044991446?l=rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/feeds/9171224417044991446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11055162&amp;postID=9171224417044991446&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/9171224417044991446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/9171224417044991446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-tell-me-she-didnt-say-what-i-think.html' title='So tell me she didn&apos;t say what I think she said.....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-4447243666347350306</id><published>2008-11-01T19:44:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T22:08:44.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicean Blues</title><content type='html'>Since I'm having fun with videos on this blog, I'll add another:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.lovetobecatholic.com/player.swf" flashvars="config=http://www.lovetobecatholic.com/videoConfigXmlCodeNew.php?vid=306&amp;amp;randid=773" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" name="flvplayer" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" width="427.5" align="middle" height="328.7"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11055162-4447243666347350306?l=rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/feeds/4447243666347350306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11055162&amp;postID=4447243666347350306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/4447243666347350306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/4447243666347350306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-video.html' title='Nicean Blues'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-7138973168347383273</id><published>2008-10-29T20:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:57:52.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kri8G-lGYfg&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kri8G-lGYfg&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11055162-7138973168347383273?l=rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/feeds/7138973168347383273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11055162&amp;postID=7138973168347383273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/7138973168347383273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/7138973168347383273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/2008/10/6-days.html' title='6 Days'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-6364001999187862734</id><published>2008-01-24T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:54:55.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well it's time to update my profile.  When I created this blog three years ago I said I was a :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;stay-at-home, rosary-making, Girl Scout troop leading, Catholic Mom of one very active little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;V. is still active, however she's not in scouts anymore. It was nice while it lasted, but I just couldn't keep doing the leader thing. I had never been a scout myself, so I really didn't know what I was doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I still make rosaries, you can see them at &lt;a href="http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com"&gt;www.rebeccasrosaries.com&lt;/a&gt; and I'm still Catholic. That, at least will never change. I still don't get paid for anything except the rosaries I sell, so I'm still considered a SAHM, although I'm never home anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;About 6 months ago I took over the Art and Environment Committee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of our newest altar cloth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUPFGB27ILs/R6IZ6Q0nqJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8ZNhAcQB6hs/s1600-h/Ordinary+Time+Jan.+2008_00.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUPFGB27ILs/R6IZ6Q0nqJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8ZNhAcQB6hs/s320/Ordinary+Time+Jan.+2008_00.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161716611658786962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Right now I'm avoiding thinking about Lent. Just kidding, almost everything is done, I just have to make sure everyone is going to show up to get it changed from Ordinary time.  Other things have changed too, but I'll save those for another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11055162-6364001999187862734?l=rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/feeds/6364001999187862734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11055162&amp;postID=6364001999187862734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/6364001999187862734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/6364001999187862734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/2008/01/well-its-time-to-update-my-profile.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUPFGB27ILs/R6IZ6Q0nqJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8ZNhAcQB6hs/s72-c/Ordinary+Time+Jan.+2008_00.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-7009309853524403067</id><published>2008-01-24T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T00:30:11.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's still here!</title><content type='html'>Wow, I really thought this blog was probably gone due to inactivity.  I was amazed when I discovered it was still here.  Wow.  It took a while to get back onto my "dashboard" because I couldn't remember my user name.  With a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;persistence&lt;/span&gt;, I made it back on!  Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11055162-7009309853524403067?l=rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/feeds/7009309853524403067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11055162&amp;postID=7009309853524403067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/7009309853524403067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/7009309853524403067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-still-here.html' title='It&apos;s still here!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-114941735334912075</id><published>2006-06-04T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T03:35:53.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Catholic Humor, or, Yes, I have been gone a long time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'll catch up later, but I wanted to post this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little David, who was Jewish, was failing math. His parents tried  everything: Tutors, mentors, flash cards, special learning centers...and nothing helped. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As a last resort, someone told them to try a Catholic school. "Those nuns are tough," they said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;David was soon enrolled at St. Mary's. After school on the very first day, David ran through the  door and straight to his room, without even kissing his mother hello.  He started studying furiously...books and papers spread out over his room. Right after dinner, he ran upstairs, without mentioning TV, and hit the books harder than ever before.  His parents were amazed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This behavior continued for weeks....until report card day arrived. David quietly laid the envelope on the table, and went to his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; With great trepidation, his mother opened the report. David  had gotten an A in math! She ran up to his room; threw her arms around him;and asked, "David honey, how did this happen? Was it the nuns?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No!",said David. "On the first day of school, when I saw that guy nailed to the plus sign, I knew they weren't fooling around."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11055162-114941735334912075?l=rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/feeds/114941735334912075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11055162&amp;postID=114941735334912075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/114941735334912075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/114941735334912075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/2006/06/more-catholic-humor-or-yes-i-have-been.html' title='More Catholic Humor, or, Yes, I have been gone a long time!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-114119127409495277</id><published>2006-02-28T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T02:08:48.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What up?</title><content type='html'>Well, not much on this blog, but plenty here at home. Since my last post, we've moved to a new house (new to us), ripped out the yard (complete with two bronze fountains, and a free-standing four-car garage), and now we're in the middle of re-construction on the inside of the house. I've been busy. I'm feeling a little overwhelmed right now, but I still think of things to vent about on the blog. So, no, I haven't abandoned it, I'm just putting a lot of things on the back burner right now. Here's a pic of the front of the house before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 395px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 327px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="281" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1519/881/320/frontbefore.jpg" width="385" border="0" /&gt;Here's what it looks like now:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="323" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1519/881/400/Front%20of%20house%20after.0.jpg" width="437" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just wait 'till I show you the work on the back yard!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11055162-114119127409495277?l=rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/feeds/114119127409495277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11055162&amp;postID=114119127409495277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/114119127409495277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/114119127409495277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-up.html' title='What up?'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-112783208120291692</id><published>2005-09-27T07:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:54:20.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dual Parenting Action or Mariage part III</title><content type='html'>Great article on CatholicCulture.org:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.catholicculture.org/commentary/articles.cfm?id=79&amp;amp;repos=6&amp;amp;subrepos=1&amp;amp;searchid=340524" target="_blank"&gt;There are a lot of social reasons why well-constructed families are important to our society. Research shows that poverty rates and criminal behavior among children in families with unmarried parents are likely to grow astronomically. However, in the United States federal and state governments are so fixated on treating the symptoms of this disease through problematic welfare and social service systems that it is left to a vanguard of Christian organizations to carry the banner for traditional marriage.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11055162-112783208120291692?l=rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/feeds/112783208120291692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11055162&amp;postID=112783208120291692&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/112783208120291692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/112783208120291692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/2005/09/dual-parenting-action-or-mariage-part.html' title='Dual Parenting Action or Mariage part III'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-112740715273919080</id><published>2005-09-22T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T09:39:12.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catholic humor</title><content type='html'>I love good Catholic jokes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;The Franciscans, Dominicans, and Jesuits were having a big meeting that went well into the middle of the night. Suddenly all the lights went out in the meeting room. The Franciscans immediately took out their guitars and sang songs, and the Dominicans lept upon the tables and began preaching. The Jesuits went to the basement, found the fuse box and reset the breaker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you know anymore, post them below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11055162-112740715273919080?l=rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/feeds/112740715273919080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11055162&amp;postID=112740715273919080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/112740715273919080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/112740715273919080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/2005/09/catholic-humor.html' title='Catholic humor'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-112731403645696586</id><published>2005-09-21T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T14:12:10.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feast of St. Matthew or Invite Your Accountant to Mass Day!</title><content type='html'>These are both from CatholicExchange.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Matthew 9:9&lt;br /&gt;As Jesus passed on from there, he saw a man called Matthew sitting at the tax office; and he said to him, "Follow me." And he rose and followed him.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;Not many children greet the day saying, "When I grow up, I want to do accounting!" Seldom do we, in our deepest dreams and hopes of youth, say, "If only I could spend my life in an office!" And when we lay on our deathbeds, we will not look back and say, "If only I had done more bookkeeping!" Matthew must have felt the same way, judging from the way he nearly tipped his tableful of shekels over in his hurry to bolt from his cubicled existence to follow Jesus when he said, "Follow me." Matthew wanted life, not security (or securities). And he got it. He learned his lesson the hard way that money is cold comfort. When the fire of God's love was kindled, he felt it and drew near instantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here's more on St. Matthew:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://catholicexchange.com/vm/index.asp?vm_id=6&amp;amp;art_id=30056"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;St. Matthew the Evangelist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For ideas on celebrating the Feast of St. Matthew, visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.catholicculture.org/lit/calendar/day.cfm"&gt;CatholicCulture.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11055162-112731403645696586?l=rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/feeds/112731403645696586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11055162&amp;postID=112731403645696586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/112731403645696586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/112731403645696586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/2005/09/feast-of-st-matthew-or-invite-your.html' title='Feast of St. Matthew or Invite Your Accountant to Mass Day!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-112714370404204854</id><published>2005-09-19T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T08:28:24.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death by coffee</title><content type='html'>It would take 126.98 cups of Brewed Coffee to kill me.  I've only had one this morning, I guess I'm pretty safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out how much of your favorite drink it takes to kill you &lt;a href="http://www.energyfiend.com/death-by-caffeine/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you find out how much coffee will kill you, visit &lt;a href="http://www.energyfiend.com/death-by-penguin-mints/"&gt;Death by Penguin Mints&lt;/a&gt; and check out how many of your favorite mints, chocolate bars, and/or other goodies it would take.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11055162-112714370404204854?l=rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/feeds/112714370404204854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11055162&amp;postID=112714370404204854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/112714370404204854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/112714370404204854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/2005/09/death-by-coffee.html' title='Death by coffee'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-112711152927342061</id><published>2005-09-18T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T23:32:09.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More on Catholic Marriage</title><content type='html'>Also from my Catholic mom's e-mail list, this link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://epiph.blogspot.com/2005/08/on-marriage-vows.html"&gt;http://epiph.blogspot.com/2005/08/on-marriage-vows.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11055162-112711152927342061?l=rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/feeds/112711152927342061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11055162&amp;postID=112711152927342061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/112711152927342061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/112711152927342061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/2005/09/more-on-catholic-marriage.html' title='More on Catholic Marriage'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-112707018663487123</id><published>2005-09-18T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T12:03:06.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More on the worth of Feast Days :)</title><content type='html'>This from Catholic Exchange.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Psalm 33:1-3&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice in the LORD, O you righteous!&lt;br /&gt;Praise befits the upright. Praise the LORD with the lyre,&lt;br /&gt;make melody to him with the harp of ten strings! Sing to him a new song,&lt;br /&gt;play skilfully on the strings, with loud shouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;During the murderous Pol Pot regime in Cambodia, a party official boasted that "In the old days, children played games in the streets and the people wasted time celebrating holidays and feasts.  Now everybody works all the time!"  It is the unwitting curse of fanatics that they don't realize how blackly funny they are.  The man who said this actually thought he was offering evidence of a great achievement for the glorious Khmer Rouge maniacs.  The idea that play and celebration were good and human things--things far more human than the slaughterhouse and concentration camp they had made Cambodia—-never occurred to him.  But in the kingdom of God, music, song, dance, praise, play, joy (suffusing even our work) are the life's blood of our communion with God.  The very origin of the word "holiday" is "Holy Day".  This playful and joyous approach to life is one of the things that marks the Judeo-Christian worldview in distinction to the ruthless, sleepless, unsmiling concentration on "work making freedom" that has characterized the monstrous regimes of the 20th century.  Today, celebrate God with a little song and silliness precisely because it has no utilitarian value—-only eternal worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11055162-112707018663487123?l=rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/feeds/112707018663487123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11055162&amp;postID=112707018663487123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/112707018663487123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/112707018663487123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/2005/09/more-on-worth-of-feast-days.html' title='More on the worth of Feast Days :)'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-112679601475696236</id><published>2005-09-15T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T09:04:30.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not alone!!! or, Someone else part 2</title><content type='html'>Going through the Catholic Exchange articles this morning, I ran across this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://catholicexchange.com/vm/index.asp?vm_id=6&amp;amp;art_id=30046" target="_blank"&gt;Reflections on Teenage Modesty &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I especially like that fact that there’s another mom out there who has the guts to take a stand with her sons’ friends in her own home: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Theresa Kuhar, a mother of six in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, is a shining example of the effectiveness of convicted parenting. To begin, she does not allow her teenaged sons to wear the t-shirts with offensive slogans or suggestive pictures which are popular with their peers. As an open and involved parent, Kuhar welcomes her sons’ friends in their home, but she is clear that family guests must also adhere to the standards she has set for her own children’s attire.“If any of the guys who come to spend the weekend come in with inappropriate clothing, they are offered one of the boys’ t-shirts and a room to change in. If they decline, they are asked to leave and shown the door. In general, they know the rules and are glad to obey them in return for a comfy couch, a stocked fridge, and a full complement of video games.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love that!!! I’m going to have to remember to do that with V’s friends. I also love the way she “helps” her son chose appropriate clothing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When her children make requests for inappropriate clothing, Kuhar has a unique way of helping them to recognize a potential poor choice on their own. When her 15-year-old son recently asked to purchase t-shirts promoting alcohol use, she asked him if he would feel comfortable wearing them to Mass. He admitted that he wouldn’t, and he didn’t buy them.“I almost always frame my answer in the context of Mass, and it solves the matter on the spot. If you can’t be seen in church wearing it, it doesn’t belong in our house.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I’m feeling so much better :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11055162-112679601475696236?l=rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/feeds/112679601475696236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11055162&amp;postID=112679601475696236&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/112679601475696236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/112679601475696236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-not-alone-or-someone-else-part-2.html' title='I&apos;m not alone!!! or, Someone else part 2'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-112679554946887426</id><published>2005-09-15T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T08:46:36.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>José Luis Sánchez del Río, Martyr at the Age of 14</title><content type='html'>This from Regnum Christi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;Guadalajara, September 15, 2005.  After having received official notification from Pope Benedict XVI, the Archbishop of Guadalajara, Cardinal Juan Sandoval Íñiguez, announced that this coming November 24th, 13 Mexican martyrs who died during the Cristero War will be beatified in this diocese.&lt;br /&gt;Among them is José Luis Sánchez del Río (1913-1928), who was assassinated for the simple fact of refusing to hate his faith.  One year before his martyrdom, José Luis had joined the “Cristero” forces led by General Prudencio Mendoza, based in the town of Cotija, Michoacán.&lt;br /&gt;The martyrdom was witnessed by several people, among them a seven-year-old boy who would later become the founder of a religious congregation, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.legionariesofchrist.org/eng/articulos/articulo.phtml?lc=" href="http://www.legionariesofchrist.org/eng/articulos/articulo.phtml?lc=id-1317_se-85_ca-253_te-193" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;Fr. Marcial Maciel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;, founder of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.legionariesofchrist.org/eng/articulos/articulo.phtml?lc=" href="http://www.legionariesofchrist.org/eng/articulos/articulo.phtml?lc=id-3522_se-84" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;Legionaries of Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt; and of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.regnumchristi.org/english/quienes/index.phtml?se=" ca="30&amp;amp;te=" id="748" href="http://www.regnumchristi.org/english/quienes/index.phtml?se=3&amp;amp;ca=30&amp;te=10&amp;amp;id=748" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;Regnum Christi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;Movement.  In the book-length interview “Christ is my Life” (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.christismylife.org/" href="http://www.christismylife.org/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;www.christismylife.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;),  he speaks of the decisive role that his friend, José Luis,’ testimony had for his vocation.&lt;br /&gt;“He was captured by government forces, which wanted to give the civilian population that supported the Cristeros an exemplary lesson,” remembers the founder, who was then seven years old.  “[…] Then the skin of the soles of his feet was sheered off, and he was obliged to walk through the village towards the cemetery,” he remembers.  “He wept and moaned with pain, but would not give in.  Every now and then, the stopped and said: ‘If you cry out “Death to Christ the King,” well will spare your life.  Say “Death to Christ the King!”’  But he answered, ‘Hail to Christ the King!’” […]  “Once in the cemetery, before shooting him, they asked him once more if he would deny his faith.  He refused and was killed right then and there.  He died crying out as many other Mexicans did: ‘Hail to Christ the King!’” […] “These are indelible images of my memory and of the memory of the Mexican people, although often there is not much mention of it in the official history” (Christ is my Life, n. 4).&lt;br /&gt;José Luis’ mortal remains rest in the Church of the Sacred Heart of Jesus in his hometown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christismylife.org/"target=_blank&gt;http://www.christismylife.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11055162-112679554946887426?l=rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/feeds/112679554946887426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11055162&amp;postID=112679554946887426&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/112679554946887426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/112679554946887426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/2005/09/jos-luis-snchez-del-ro-martyr-at-age.html' title='José Luis Sánchez del Río, Martyr at the Age of 14'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-112674855963497690</id><published>2005-09-14T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T08:48:09.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In case you haven't heard.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Just another reason why my daughter doesn’t go to public school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2005/09/14/national/main845834.shtml"target=_blank&gt;Federal Judge Pulls Plug on Pledge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, that, and the uniforms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11055162-112674855963497690?l=rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/feeds/112674855963497690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11055162&amp;postID=112674855963497690&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/112674855963497690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/112674855963497690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/2005/09/in-case-you-havent-heard.html' title='In case you haven&apos;t heard.....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-112610605024627602</id><published>2005-09-14T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T11:22:17.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been thinking about marriage.....</title><content type='html'>I really don't know why. Mine's not in trouble (right now), at least not that I know of. So it's a little strange that it's been such a topic in my life lately.&lt;br /&gt;I think it started a few weeks ago when "Anne" on my SAH Catholic Moms e-list posted that her dh was leaving her and her kids. She was very distraught and rightfully so. I've had a few friends over the past several years go through the same thing. I can only imagine what happens to the children emotionally. One day they have an in-tact home, with a full-time mom, and suddenly they lose their father and mom's not at home anymore because she has to work full time. Worse yet, they end up tossed back and forth for "visitation" with Dad and feel like they don't have a real home anymore because now they have "two homes" All this in the name of "self fulfillment"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was wonderfully surprised with a post by another member of the group who replied to Anne's post and told of her story when she grew up I'm adding the post here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;Anne:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes out to you! I'll be praying hard for you, and so will my mom. I was in that situation when I was a kid. My dad left my mom and the four kids to move in with his mistress when I was almost five years old. He was an alcoholic (now recovered), so wasn't making good decisions at the time, to put it mildly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Dad wanting to take us kids for a drive, and I didn't want to go because Mom was sitting at the kitchen table, crying. He drove a few blocks away, and then told us how he was going to move out. I can't remember what his reasons were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no custody battle. Dad quickly agreed that Mom could have custody, and he'd pay child support - which he always did. We stayed in the same house, and Mom continued to be a SAHM until my youngest brother was in school, so money was very tight. I remember asking Mom why we didn't have enough money to buy new pants, when Dad had enough money to go on a trip to Spain. She very mildly said, "That's just where his priorities are." It was years before I understood what she meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad betrayed not only Mom, he also betrayed us. We trusted him to be there to look after us, and he wasn't able to do that. He missed out on a lot of work and hassle, but he also missed out on his kids. His loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad wasn't much into the kids thing, but did come to visit us most weekends. We'd usually spend Saturday afternoon at his mom's place, or at his apartment. His new wife didn't like kids either, so it was usually playing in the apartment's swimming pool. He and his new wife divorced after less than a year. He married a third wife who's wonderful, and eventually sobered up when I was in high school. About 10-12 years after that, we started to rebuild our relationship. I love and respect him, but he'll never be "Daddy," just "Dad." A man has to earn the title "Daddy" when his kids are little, or it just doesn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very hard on all of us, and hardest on Mom, but we turned out. The four of us kids turned out to be a banker, teacher, manager of a auto body shop, and public health inspector. Mom never remarried because she didn't want to. She's happy now, and the centre of the family. All of us kids realize what a huge sacrifice she made, and appreciate it. When Christmas comes, she's the centre of the celebration. Dad's usually down south somewhere. Birthdays and other holidays are about the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the kids know that you love them, and always will, no matter what. It will be hard on them, there's no doubt about it, but you WILL get through it. Their dad is the one who's missing out. If he chooses to leave, he's leaving and betraying the whole family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom met a neighbor who was in a similar situation. Together they formed a group for Divorced &amp;amp; Unattached Catholics, which was a great source of support. I remember going to the picnics for that group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he willing to go for counseling? Has he said why he's unhappy? Is it possible that he's depressed for other reasons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to e-mail me privately. I'll be praying sooo hard for you and your whole family, even your husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The reason this reply struck me so profoundly is that it's not often we hear of such a courageous resonse to such a terrible situation. How many women are encouraged to do so? The message our society gives is: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gee, that's too bad, just get over it and find somebody else. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;See, this is what happens when women stay home and don't have a career.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day care is good for kids.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you found somebody else yet?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Find a job to earn more self respect.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you were more attractive, he might not have left.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's a jerk, all men are jerks, make sure your kids understand that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What? You&lt;strong&gt; still&lt;/strong&gt; don't have a boyfriend? Is something wrong with you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many women, Christian women, are told to pick up the cross and carry it? Instead they are told it's an unfair burden and to get out from under it even at the expense of the kids. That the primary goal of a divorced woman is to find somebody else. Before I get a ton of hate mail, let me say that I don't think it's evil for someone who's divorced to have a boyfriend. But, how much better is the example set by M's mother? Was she a perfect mom? No, probably not. But I'm sure she had the prayers of the Angels and the Saints while she struggled to raise her children. And I'm also sure they're singing her praises now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11055162-112610605024627602?l=rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/feeds/112610605024627602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11055162&amp;postID=112610605024627602&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/112610605024627602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/112610605024627602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/2005/09/ive-been-thinking-about-marriage.html' title='I&apos;ve been thinking about marriage.....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-112667674070791087</id><published>2005-09-13T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T08:49:39.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catholics need to teach the world how to have a good time!</title><content type='html'>Of course we do! Isn't it an obligation? What other Church do you know of has a feast day every time you turn around? No one! That's why I loved this article so much, I had to publish the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1519/881/1600/Beer%20mug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="159" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1519/881/320/Beer%20mug.jpg" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drinking Right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;09/14/05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By last Friday night, I was pretty much Katrina’d out. Catholic Exchange had run a series of Katrina articles, I had run dozens of Katrina posts on my blog, Fox News was providing constant Katrina coverage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="section57881"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;It looked like FEMA director Michael Brown would be fired and that the casualty count wouldn’t near the 10,000 estimated. But I had this column to write and, with a weekend full of commitments, my Monday morning deadline loomed forbidding. Everyone was still talking about Katrina. Column ideas were hard to find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;Thank goodness for beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;And the biggest beer event of them all: Oktoberfest, which starts this Saturday and continues until October 3. I’ve never attended Oktoberfest, but it’s one of my before-I-die destinations, just two or three slots behind Rome and 92,824 or so slots ahead of the San Francisco Lesbian Gay Bisexual Transgender Pride Parade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;I’ve always envisioned Oktoberfest as a fun-loving, loud, good time. A lot of solid beer-drinking and amusing lederhosen. Nothing terribly sinful (maybe a venial here or there); just fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;But I had heard some outrageous stories lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;Last year, things got out of hand, with terribly inebriated guests, semi-nude women riding on men’s backs, and disco-like music instead of the traditional stuff. The head of the festival, Gabriele Weishaeupl, said: "It has begun to turn into an orgy for party animals. The tents are not supposed to be discos, but should remain traditional Bavarian beer tents.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;He means it. This year, the festival will prohibit alcopops: sweet, fizzy drinks that mask the alcoholic taste and are more likely to cause people to over-indulge. The festival authorities have also obtained assurances from beer tent owners to refrain from pop music and instead concentrate on traditional brass bands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;You’d think these guidelines would be unnecessary. If you’re drinking an alcopop at Oktoberfest, you need to check your common sense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;If you want pop music, go to the local German discotheque.I’m glad the organizers are getting a handle on things. Bavaria, after all, is solidly Catholic country, and Catholics should show the rest of the civilized world how to have a good time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;Yes, I’m saying that Catholics should lead the way in showing people how to drink and celebrate life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;It reminds me of an interview with John Paul II. An interviewer was inquiring about his skiing and asked, “Isn’t it unbecoming for a pope to ski?” To which JPII replied, “No, it’s unbecoming for a pope to ski poorly” (that’s a rough characterization; I saw the exchange in a movie and don’t remember the exact details).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;If you’re going to do something that’s not sinful, do it well. To do otherwise reflects poorly on your faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;As a lawyer, I’ve never had much patience for the dripping-with-Christianity businessmen who seem too holy or other-worldly to be competent at their jobs. It simply reflects poorly on Christianity, and if your calling is to be a businessman, you best take it seriously and do the job well. Anything less is a scoff at the Creator who put you in that position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;These same principles apply to Oktoberfest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;If drinking and celebration are good things (and I won’t take the time to argue they are; readers unconvinced are referred to the works of Josef Pieper), then Catholics ought to do them well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;And if the drinking and celebration take place in the heart of a Catholic region, then that region better make sure celebration is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;This means the celebration must be fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;But excess must be avoided, for reasons that most readers of this site don’t need explained. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;Some day, I’ll make it to Oktoberfest, and I’ll drink my share of beer and have a great time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;But the next morning, I’ll be at Mass.Most good Catholics would have it no other way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;© Copyright 2005 Catholic Exchange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;Eric Scheske is an attorney, the Editor of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ericscheske.com/blog/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;The Daily Eudemon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;, a Contributing Editor of Godspy, and the former editor of Gilbert Magazine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Original URL: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://catholicexchange.com/vm/index.asp?vm_id=1&amp;art_id=30023target=_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://catholicexchange.com/vm/index.asp?vm_id=1&amp;amp;art_id=30023&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11055162-112667674070791087?l=rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/feeds/112667674070791087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11055162&amp;postID=112667674070791087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/112667674070791087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/112667674070791087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/2005/09/catholics-need-to-teach-world-how-to.html' title='Catholics need to teach the world how to have a good time!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-112662682915550041</id><published>2005-09-13T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T08:50:23.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell in the Soup Bowl, or How Fast Can Civilization Deteriorate?</title><content type='html'>First, read &lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/news.html?in_article_id=361980&amp;in_page_id=1770&amp;amp;in_a_source=&amp;ct=5"target=_blank&gt;We had to kill our patients&lt;/a&gt;  Notice how acceptable this seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I think it's just me, I read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;Commenting on the news, Euthanasia Prevention Coalition Executive Director Alex Schadenberg said, “Not to mitigate the extreme nature of the circumstances, but the euthanasia cases in New Orleans unveils the very problem with legalizing euthanasia: Who makes the decision?”&lt;br /&gt;“Hippocrates recognized the fact that physicians are capable of being healers and they are capable of being killers,” Schadenberg explained. “In order to protect patients, Hippocrates declared that a physician must ‘do no harm’ to their patients. Euthanasia in New Orleans proves to the world how easy it is for people who consider euthanasia as an option, to go from being healers to killers.”&lt;br /&gt;“Dr. Jack Kevorkian proved to have a problem that several Dutch physicians seem to have,” Schadenberg continued. “They actually like euthanasia. Once euthanasia becomes an acceptable practise, it actually becomes the preferred practise of the few, who soon make the decision to die for their patients.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11055162-112662682915550041?l=rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/feeds/112662682915550041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11055162&amp;postID=112662682915550041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/112662682915550041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/112662682915550041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/2005/09/hell-in-soup-bowl-or-how-fast-can.html' title='Hell in the Soup Bowl, or How Fast Can Civilization Deteriorate?'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-112662344576513040</id><published>2005-09-13T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T08:53:14.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternal rest grant unto.....</title><content type='html'>Susan and Susan Anne Catherine's souls, O Lord. May perpetual light shine upon them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifesite.net/ldn/2005/sep/05091201.html"target=_blank&gt;Torres Baby Dies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My condolences to the Torres and Rolin families. You and your daughters will be in my prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11055162-112662344576513040?l=rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/feeds/112662344576513040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11055162&amp;postID=112662344576513040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/112662344576513040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/112662344576513040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/2005/09/eternal-rest-grant-unto.html' title='Eternal rest grant unto.....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-112657474207864797</id><published>2005-09-12T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T08:52:27.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone else with my problem.....</title><content type='html'>Shopping for girls clothes is extremely difficult these days.  Although V. is only 8, modesty is not plentiful in the girls clothing department.  I know it will get even worse when she's a teen.&lt;br /&gt; Mary Anne Moresco wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://catholicexchange.com/vm/index.asp?vm_id=6&amp;art_id=29977"target=_blank&gt;Clothing the naked ought to be a simple corporal work of mercy. Never had I thought accomplishing this simple work would be difficult; certainly not in this great land of the free and home of the brave.  But with today’s fashions I can no longer clothe the children in my charge. It is not for lack of desire, or lack of money. For great is the desire and ample the money. What is lacking here is clothing itself.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I like her solution, I'm going to try it when I reach my limit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11055162-112657474207864797?l=rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/feeds/112657474207864797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11055162&amp;postID=112657474207864797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/112657474207864797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/112657474207864797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/2005/09/someone-else-with-my-problem.html' title='Someone else with my problem.....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-112498567433117550</id><published>2005-08-25T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T09:02:47.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I did on my summer vacation......</title><content type='html'>Well, I should just plan to take summers off from this blog. I just can't get anything done on the 'puter. Between Diving, Swimming, Kids in Action, and Soccer, I just don't have a routine to myself like I do when school is in session. We cancelled our major vacation plans because we thought we were moving. It fell through and we learned a hard lesson. We did make it to the Grand Canyon though. My first time there. V thought it was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3777/1024/Grand%20Canyon_RandV%20standing31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3777/400/Grand%20Canyon_RandV%20standing31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11055162-112498567433117550?l=rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/feeds/112498567433117550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11055162&amp;postID=112498567433117550&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/112498567433117550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/112498567433117550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-i-did-on-my-summer-vacation.html' title='What I did on my summer vacation......'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-111715672538307133</id><published>2005-05-26T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T18:18:45.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3777/1024/Birthday%20Party_0032.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3777/400/Birthday%20Party_0032.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin B with his mom at V's Bday party.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11055162-111715672538307133?l=rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/feeds/111715672538307133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11055162&amp;postID=111715672538307133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/111715672538307133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/111715672538307133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/2005/05/cousin-b-with-his-mom-at-vs-bday-party.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-111715472349289691</id><published>2005-05-26T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T18:22:36.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O.K., I'm back....&lt;br /&gt;It's been a nutty two months. April was absolutely crazy. First, all the babies of the family were baptized on the 2nd and the party was at our house. It was a beautiful mass, and the party was great. A good time was had by all :) I don't remember how late it was before everybody finally went home. Then, since dh and I are on the Baptism Ministry team we had to attend a meeting the following Sat. evening. It was very productive, and we built on several ideas that had been discussed at the previous meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V.'s birthday is also in April and that was a huge production, again. She had a classmate who had a slumber party the night before so all the girls were exhausted even before V's party. Not too many didn't show. The boys also had a party Friday evening so the entire second grade was bouncing off the walls with the excitement of three parties in two days. Of course the theme was Hawaiian this year, in honor of Lilo and Stitch. After the school kids went home, we did a "family" party for her. We catered from a Hawaiian BBQ place and I grilled teriaki-pineapple salmon. Yum, it really turned out well. The evening was also for cousin B who shipped out to Iraq the following Wednesday. I really didn't want it to be a big deal "Good Bye" thing, I just wanted him to have a nice time with his family before he left. I've included his picture below. I'm still not good at this Hello thing, so I still don't know how to publish it to the body of the post. Oh, well, I'll figure it out eventually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11055162-111715472349289691?l=rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/feeds/111715472349289691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11055162&amp;postID=111715472349289691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/111715472349289691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/111715472349289691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/2005/05/o.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-111271391907176067</id><published>2005-04-05T08:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T08:18:14.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>It's been a difficult few weeks. Waiting for Terri to starve to death realy tempered the spirit of Easter for me. Today is Terri's Funeral Mass, so Catholic Exchange is running a homily that was given on Good Friday by Rev. Francis de Rosa of the Diocese of Arlington, Virginia. Here are the opening paragraphs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Today as we remember the Passion and death of our Lord Jesus Christ, I feel compelled to place our meditation within the context of the heart-wrenching drama that has unfolded in our nation since last Friday. In fact it has saturated my spirit and has made this Holy Week for me personally the most painful one in my entire life. I know that I am not the only one with these sentiments, as many have asked the question why in the mystery of God’s plan this tragedy has happened this of all weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;If it is true that in Christ we live and move and have our being, and if it is true that by baptism we are made members of His Mystical Body; and if it is true that this new status enables us to make up what is lacking in the sufferings of Christ; if we are to see Christ in other people, especially those who are helpless, then it is absolutely impossible to fail to contemplate what can justly be called the passion of Theresa Marie Schiavo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The parallels with the Passion of our beloved Lord are striking to consider. It is as if Jesus, present in this poor sister of ours, bore again the opprobrium of the world. It is as if in the mystery of Divine Providence our nation has acted out during this Holy Week its own passion play. It is as if our nation, through its destruction of this innocent life, were crying out for her blood to be upon us and upon our children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To read the rest of the homily,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://catholicexchange.com/vm/index.asp?vm_id=2&amp;amp;art_id=28034"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11055162-111271391907176067?l=rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/feeds/111271391907176067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11055162&amp;postID=111271391907176067&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/111271391907176067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/111271391907176067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/2005/04/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-111168239360583168</id><published>2005-03-24T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T09:39:53.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"We don't know what Terri wanted"</title><content type='html'>O.K. I had read that one of the siblings of Terri stated that Michael, her "husband", had said right after her "collapse" something to the effect of:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I don't know what to do, it's not like we ever talked about this kind of thing&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if that is true, or if someone made that up, because I don't remember which site I read it on, and I haven't bothered to go look for it again. So, with that in the back of my mind, the above statement is staring to have some credibility with me when I hear he has said once again he doesn't know what she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This&lt;/em&gt; time, I've saved the link, and it seems to be a credible source.  &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://transcripts.cnn.com/TRANSCRIPTS/0503/18/lkl.01.html"&gt;Larry King Live&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  Maybe Michael should stop giving interviews on national T.V. if he doesn't have himself convinced that Terri would want to be starved to death.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;KING: Have you had any contact with the family today? This is a sad day all the way around, Michael. We know of your dispute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;M. SCHIAVO: I've had no contact with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;KING: No contact at all? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;M. SCHIAVO: No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;KING: Do you understand how they feel? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;M. SCHIAVO: Yes, I do. But this is not about them, it's about Terri. And I've also said that in court. &lt;strong&gt;We didn't know what Terri wanted, but this is what we want... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O.K., so let me get this straight, it's not about what her FAMILY wants, it's not about what TERRI wants (he said he didn't know what Terri wanted) it's about what HE wants.  O.K., gee, I was confused I thought she wanted to be starved to death.  Silly me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11055162-111168239360583168?l=rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/feeds/111168239360583168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11055162&amp;postID=111168239360583168&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/111168239360583168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/111168239360583168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/2005/03/we-dont-know-what-terri-wanted.html' title='&quot;We don&apos;t know what Terri wanted&quot;'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-111158945257140810</id><published>2005-03-23T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T07:51:56.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, today, on &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,151134,00.html"&gt;Greta Van Susteren's Blog&lt;/a&gt;, an e-mailer asks the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"I have tried to get a question answered all weekend by anyone… maybe you could ask one of the talking heads you have on your program for the answer? Simple question: If someone killed Terri Schiavo with a gun would they be committing a crime and if so what crime? She is being treated as if she is not a living human being. Just looking for some consistency...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Thank you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Doug"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'd like an answer to that too. Any thoughts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11055162-111158945257140810?l=rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/feeds/111158945257140810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11055162&amp;postID=111158945257140810&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/111158945257140810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/111158945257140810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-today-on-greta-van-susterens-blog-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-111155620028020264</id><published>2005-03-22T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T22:36:40.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressing Irony</title><content type='html'>O.k. I was blog surfing, and Ellyn vonHuben points out how ironic it is that today, while an innocent woman is being killed by dehydration, people are bringing awareness to &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/news?q=world+water+day+2005&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;lr=&amp;c2coff=1&amp;amp;sa=N&amp;tab=wn"&gt;World Water Day.&lt;/a&gt;  Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11055162-111155620028020264?l=rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/feeds/111155620028020264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11055162&amp;postID=111155620028020264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/111155620028020264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/111155620028020264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/2005/03/depressing-irony.html' title='Depressing Irony'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-111168383016931988</id><published>2005-03-21T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T10:03:50.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Mass</title><content type='html'>My friend Mary made me go to morning mass.  She said it would make me feel better, she was right.  She's always right, at least that's what she tells me :)  I prayed for Terri, wondering if we know what God's will really is.  I really should go to morning mass more often, it would be easier though, if it was in the afternoon.  I'd have my coffee by then, and maybe I'd be awake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11055162-111168383016931988?l=rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/feeds/111168383016931988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11055162&amp;postID=111168383016931988&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/111168383016931988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/111168383016931988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/2005/03/morning-mass.html' title='Morning Mass'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-111129816099292722</id><published>2005-03-19T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T22:56:00.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can this be real?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The last week has been spring break, and I've spent less time on the 'puter than I usually do.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;By now you know they've removed Terri's feeding tube.  It's overwhelmingly depressing.  I think Mary Kochan has said it best when I think about why Terri's situation bothers me to my core.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Mary says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" A demonic fury has been let loose upon our land. Those who “frame mischief by statute,” as the psalm says, “band together against the life of the righteous and condemn the innocent to death” (Ps 94: 20, 21).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were frightened by 9/11 — and with good reason. But we were not frightened by Roe v. Wade. Incensed, yes. Roused to action, yes. Moved with compassion, yes. But not frightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate abortion. I know it for the heinous crime it is, but I am not frightened by abortion because I cannot be aborted. But I can be starved. I can be dehydrated. And so can you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every American who is still thinking straight understands now that first they came for the unborn. And now they are coming for the rest of us. The cattle cars are being loaded."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Please read the rest of Mary's article on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://catholicexchange.com/vm/index.asp?art_id=27893&amp;vm_id=1&amp;amp;action_type=get_results&amp;quiz_id=966&amp;amp;typeid=2&amp;answer=3122&amp;amp;submit1=submit"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Catholic Exchange.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11055162-111129816099292722?l=rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/feeds/111129816099292722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11055162&amp;postID=111129816099292722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/111129816099292722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/111129816099292722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/2005/03/can-this-be-real.html' title='Can this be real?'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-111047340150313160</id><published>2005-03-10T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T15:23:22.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Novena to St. Joseph for Terri</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I received this from my Rosary Makers e-list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A member of my home schooling group sent this out. I thought I would share it with you all. Barbara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To All,&lt;br /&gt;For anyone who is interested in joining prayers and praying the novena to St. Joseph on behalf of Terri, it is included below, St Joseph's Feast day is March 19th, so we should begin this novena on March 11th and end on March 19th. The decision for Terri's appeal is due on March 18th! The novena and St. Joseph's feast day, coincide almost perfectly with the appeal decision. I am inclined to ask for a miracle on Terri's behalf. I place this completely in God's hands. If anyone would like to be more specific in their request, when imploring St. Joseph, please feel free to do so. Thanks for coming together in prayer with me. I know it seems hard to imagine how we can make room for one more thing! Remember, All things are possible with Our Blessed Lord. Especially when we are reaching out to others in need. I know he will Bless your sacrifice. Although not physically together our prayers will be united together in Heaven and will be presented to our Blessed Lord by Our Glorious St. Joseph. Please pass this on to anyone you think would join us in this endeavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novena to St. Joseph&lt;br /&gt;Glorious St. Joseph, foster-father and protector of Jesus Christ! To you I raise my heart and my hands to implore your powerful intercession. Please obtain for me from the kind Heart of Jesus the help and the graces necessary for my spiritual and temporal welfare. I ask particularly forthe grace of a happy death and the special favor I now implore (name it) Guardian of the Word Incarnate, I feel animated with confidence that your prayers in my behalf will be graciously heard before the throneof God.&lt;br /&gt;V. O glorious St. Joseph, through the love you bear to Jesus Christ, and for the glory of His name,&lt;br /&gt;R. Hear my prayers and obtain my petitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also here is a beautiful prayer to St. Joseph from the Pieta pray book. I have found great consolation many times in praying this particularprayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O St. Joseph whose protection is so great, so strong, so prompt before the Throne of God, I place in you all my interests and desires. O St. Joseph do assist me by your powerful intercession and obtain for me from your Divine Son all spiritual blessings through Jesus Christ, Our Lord; so that having engaged here below your Heavenly power I may offer my Thanksgiving and Homage to the most Loving of Fathers. O St. Joseph, I never weary contemplating you and Jesus asleep in your arms. I dare not approach while He reposes near your heart. Press Him in my name and kiss His fine Head for me, and ask Him to return the Kiss when I draw my dying breath. St. Joseph, Patron of departing souls, pray for us.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JMJ, lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11055162-111047340150313160?l=rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/feeds/111047340150313160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11055162&amp;postID=111047340150313160&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/111047340150313160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/111047340150313160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/2005/03/novena-to-st-joseph-for-terri.html' title='Novena to St. Joseph for Terri'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-110969716235011090</id><published>2005-03-01T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T10:23:21.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took a few days off from the Blog. We had a very busy week end. V had her First Reconciliation on Saturday. Father Dan showed up to help. The kids were very happy to see him again. Sunday was Scout Mass. So we were in Church both days! A very Grace filled week end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3777/1024/Fr.TFrCSmall.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3777/400/Fr.TFrCSmall.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fr. Dan, Fr. Chris and V at her First Reconciliation. V is holding the cross she decorated for the event. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11055162-110969716235011090?l=rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/feeds/110969716235011090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11055162&amp;postID=110969716235011090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/110969716235011090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/110969716235011090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-took-few-days-off-from-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-110934344147227557</id><published>2005-02-25T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T08:04:02.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The power of prayer</title><content type='html'>I woke up to good news this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://apnews.myway.com//article/20050225/D88FJLRG0.html"&gt;Pope Breathing on Own; No Lung Infection&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love that he had milk and cookies for breakfast:)  I think the world would be such a wonderful place, we'd all be so much more kind to each other if we had Hot-Out-of-the-Oven Chocolate Chip Cookies and milk for breakfast.  Don't you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it's us moms who would have to get up at 5:30 AM to make them for everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11055162-110934344147227557?l=rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/feeds/110934344147227557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11055162&amp;postID=110934344147227557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/110934344147227557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/110934344147227557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/2005/02/power-of-prayer.html' title='The power of prayer'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-110931063933205179</id><published>2005-02-24T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T22:50:39.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O.J. anyone?</title><content type='html'>I put everybody to bed a little while ago, and have been surfing. There's more on Terri out there than one can read in a single evening's surf. So, I'll help you out. This from Irish Elk. (The caribou are German, BTW) This man says it so much better than I do.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Meantime, about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogsforterri.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Terri Schiavo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; There are activists out there, more power to them, whose lives have revolved around her case. Mine hasn't. But as the matter reaches a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2005/LAW/02/23/schiavo.case/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;crisis point,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; I'm struck by the lack of interest shown by the mainstream media, medical ethicists, civil libertarians, and the big blogs.A brain-damaged woman is about to be starved to death in what the papers keep referring to as a "right to die" case, or an "assisted suicide."That she wants the "right to die" is asserted solely by the man who may well have been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.villagevoice.com/news/0347,hentoff,48738,6.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;responsible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; for her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dawneden.com/2005/02/chilling.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;injuries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; in the first place."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mcns.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_mcns_archive.html#110918694101281865"&gt;more.......&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11055162-110931063933205179?l=rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/feeds/110931063933205179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11055162&amp;postID=110931063933205179&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/110931063933205179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/110931063933205179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/2005/02/oj-anyone.html' title='O.J. anyone?'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-110930762962650325</id><published>2005-02-24T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T22:00:29.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Children</title><content type='html'>I guess it's my mood today.  First I join the fight for Terri, now I find this and am compelled to put it on my blog.  This from the site of &lt;a href="http://www.ncmec.org/missingkids/servlet/PublicHomeServlet?LanguageCountry=en_US"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ncmec.org/missingkids/servlet/PublicHomeServlet?LanguageCountry=en_US&amp;"&gt;National Center for Missing &amp;amp; Exploited Children&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Displaying images of missing children has proven to be one of the most successful methods of finding missing children. One in seven children is recovered as a direct result of NCMEC's photo-distribution initiatives." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;About the banner:&lt;/span&gt; "This banner runs continuously and rotates 12 photographs of missing children. The images are updated automatically by our web server to assure that only current information is displayed. The banner links to our web site, providing more information on each child, child-safety information, and more."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, I'm putting this on my site, I hope it helps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;applet code="NCMECbanner.class" codebase="http://banner.missingkids.com/java/" align="baseline" hspace="8" width="342" height="128"&gt; &lt;/applet&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11055162-110930762962650325?l=rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/feeds/110930762962650325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11055162&amp;postID=110930762962650325&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/110930762962650325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/110930762962650325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/2005/02/missing-children.html' title='Missing Children'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-110927059061796988</id><published>2005-02-24T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T11:43:10.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging for Terri</title><content type='html'>I'm throwing my hat into the ring.  Or is it just .02?  I can't beleive what's gong on in Florida.  Some other people are saying it better than I can, but the more of us who get the word out the better.  Keep praying for everyone involved in this.  Here's a good link to start getting some good info:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogsforterri.com/"&gt;http://www.blogsforterri.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go plan a Girl Scout meeing, so I'll post more links to help Terri later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11055162-110927059061796988?l=rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/feeds/110927059061796988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11055162&amp;postID=110927059061796988&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/110927059061796988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11055162/posts/default/110927059061796988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccasrispostas.blogspot.com/2005/02/blogging-for-terri.html' title='Blogging for Terri'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14827438680194639309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.rebeccasrosaries.com/files/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055162.post-110926182681418911</id><published>2005-02-24T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T09:17:06.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;O.K. I've started a Blog. Big deal. I'm the only one who's going to read this drivel anyway, so It doesn't really matter what I post, Does it??? O.K., I'll try not to embarrass anyone but myself. Spelling doesn't count, unless it's someone else's mistake. 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