<?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-6328483652174211932</id><updated>2011-12-30T15:51:50.128-08:00</updated><category term='starting the blog'/><title type='text'>The Cieslak family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-5535301152983504947</id><published>2011-12-30T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T15:51:50.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 is almost done...</title><content type='html'>Wow, I can't believe that we are so close to the end of another year. 2011 has gone by fast, and it just doesn't seem like we are approaching 2012 in just 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a good year, with loads of vacation time, spending time with family and relatives and experiencing fun new things. We feel very blessed and are very thankful that heavenly father takes such good care of us, as long as we do our part and do what we are supposed to be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my first semester at the BYU-Idaho and even though it was more work than I thought it would be, it was fun and I enjoyed it very much. I am scared to start a new semester next week, scared because I have to take math, but I am hoping that it will go better than I think it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different things are going through my mind right now as I think about this past year. Life isn't always easy and even more difficult when you suffer from depressions, and you see things in a&amp;nbsp;more different light than you usually would. Trying to be happy when you feel unhappy and angry all the time, isn't easy at all, but I will continue to do my best and hope that everyone around me will be patient with me as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed more and more this year, that more and more people around me, focus more and more on material things instead of the things that are really important. New phones, cars, big-flat-screen-TV's, all those high-technology stuff, expensive and brand-new, expensive clothes... so very important for so many. It bugs me I have to admit, because I don't see why a 10 year old (or younger) already needs a cell phone (not to mention such a&amp;nbsp;fancy one they all seem to have) and all these other fancy things. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone is whining and complaining about how they don't have any money and how they are struggling financially, but they have to waste all their money on so much junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the world coming to and what makes us say we need, need, need all these luxuaries and why we continue to see it as a necessesity while for real it is a luxuary? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;We are teaching our kids to be wasteful, and to spend the money we don't have, on things we don't need!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me sad, because those material things seem to mean more to a lot of people,&amp;nbsp;than trying to grow spiritually. It makes us selfish, greedy and it means we don't have our priorities in order. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it have to be clothes from a special brand? Why do we need a new cellphone, I pod, Ipad (or whatever those things are called) when our old one still works fine? Is it because we want to be cool and have to compete with everyone else? Are we really this vain? Do we really care more about those fancy things and what others think of us, than what is really important in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder America has no money. Everyone spends freely to get the things they WANT and the excuse is, they need it... and then they don't have money for the things that are really important or they actually do need. It is a bad evil circle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we can live without a lot of things, but we have to be willing to give it up. To be honest I don't care what others think of me. If I am not cool because I have a cheap and lame phone, old car and don't wear brand clothes, well that's just too bad but it is not my problem. I am not saying I am better than others, absolutely not. But I have learned what is really important in life and material things aren't. &lt;br /&gt;Sure, if we want to spoil ourselves a little bit now and then, no problem.... If we have the money for it!!!However, if we just spend and waste money we don't even have to spend and waste, then it is just wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will America (and any country/ culture really) wake up! When will we start focusing on more important things? Heavenly father blesses us so much, but it never seems to be enough and we want more and more, instead of being grateful for what we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those material things are only fun for here, we can't take them with us when we pass on, did you ever think about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2012 bless you all. May the new year make us realize how stupid and unimportant all those material&amp;nbsp;things are, and that we finally try to focus on things that are important for our eternal life. I am grateful I have the gospel in my life. I am grateful that Jesus Christ died for me and that I can return to live with him and heavenly father after this life. I am grateful that I can work on, what really is important in life, every single day and that I can give myself wake-up calls, to remember why we are here on this earth and what our goal should be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-5535301152983504947?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-LkusicUL2s&amp;feature=related' title='2011 is almost done...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5535301152983504947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=5535301152983504947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/5535301152983504947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/5535301152983504947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-is-almost-done.html' title='2011 is almost done...'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-6455951826933555548</id><published>2011-12-14T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T22:58:04.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manchmal ist das Leben einfach nur doof...</title><content type='html'>Ist schon irgendwie deprimierend. Ich versuche wirklich da zu sein fuer meine Freunde und Lieben, aber manchmal fuehle ich mich einfach nur genervt und frage mich, was es ueberhaupt bringt. Wie selten habe ich es, das sich jemand bei mir erkundigt wie es mir geht? In letzter Zeit sehe ich staendig nur wie jeder auf Facebook wahnsinnig angibt, oder ich kriege merkwuerdige SMS von jemanden der anfgibt wieviel sie an Gewicht verloren hat. Kein Hallo nichts. Keine Frage wie es mir geht.&lt;br /&gt;Man tut seinen Freunden etwas gutes und es ist doch nicht genug. Man besucht einen Freund und anstatt das sich die Person darueber freut, dass man sich die Zeit genommen hat sie zu besuchen, kriegt man noch Vorfuerfe zu hoeren das man gelangweilt aussah und sie ignoriert hat... kein Danke das man sich Muehe gegeben hat eine Unterhaltung in Gang zu setzen, kein Danke das man vorbeigekommen ist, nein nur Vorwuerfe. Natuerlich versuche ich so etwas herunterzuspielen und mir nicht anmerken zu lassen, aber verletzen tut es mich schon. &lt;br /&gt;Und dann muss man das immer tapfer runterschlucken und so tun als ob nichts waer. Ist schon nicht so einfach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-6455951826933555548?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0YBvJvSwX6s' title='Manchmal ist das Leben einfach nur doof...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6455951826933555548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=6455951826933555548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/6455951826933555548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/6455951826933555548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2011/12/manchmal-ist-das-leben-einfach-nur-doof.html' title='Manchmal ist das Leben einfach nur doof...'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-3179463713060850948</id><published>2011-09-25T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T13:20:49.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate my life right now...</title><content type='html'>It sure looks like I am falling into a big hole right now. I feel everyone just doesn't care what I mean or say and only understands what they want to understand. I am done with all this crap I have to deal with. It might be nothing for some people but to me it is a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I am who I am. I never expect anyone to understand me, like me or whatever but I do expect respect and trying to accept me for the person I am. I try the same with everyone else. I don't always understand why others do certain things, and I might get upset and angry about their behavior but I also know I can't change it and try to accept them the way they are.&lt;br /&gt;I am blunt and direct because I hate being fake and pretending everything is ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-3179463713060850948?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3179463713060850948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=3179463713060850948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/3179463713060850948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/3179463713060850948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-hate-my-life-right-now.html' title='I hate my life right now...'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-3437854253487728046</id><published>2011-09-17T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T15:26:26.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ich bin Studentin... 17.09.2011</title><content type='html'>Jetzt ist diese verrueckte Woche um und somit muss mich mal hinsetzen und das alles auf meinem Blog festhalten. Die BYU-Idaho bietet ein Online-Studium an und da Nick und ich beide das Gefuehl hatten, dass ich das machen sollte, habe ich mich dort vor ein paar Monaten beworben, bin angenommen worden und jetzt letzten Montag ging es los.&lt;br /&gt;Ich habe in dem Sinne (zumindestens zur Zeit)&amp;nbsp;aber nicht&amp;nbsp;Klassen die ich online verfolgen muss, sondern wir haben einmal die Woche eine art Treffen im Pfahlhaus wo wir Dinge besprechen und so weiter ansonsten laeuft alles ueber den Computer. Dies ist jetzt erst einmal ein Vorprogramm das wir durchlaufen und die naechsten 3 Semester wird es so sein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich habe eine Buch Mormon Klasse und ausserdem eine Klasse ueber das Programm. Ging aber gleich zur Sache, es gab jede Menge das wir lesen mussten, kleine Tests und Arbeiten ausfuellen und einreichen und ich bin hier echt von einer Krise in die naechste gefallen.&lt;br /&gt;Zuerst habe ich die Website irgendwie ueberhaupt nicht gecheckt und nach und nach (mit viel gejammer auf Facebook) ging es dann doch und heute Mittag habe ich meine letzte Arbeit einreichen koennen und kann jetzt wieder etwas aufatmen. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was ein Erlebnis. Erst einmal haette ich gar nicht gedacht das ich jemals wieder so etwas wie Schule machen wuerde, aber ich denke das ist etwas was ich tun soll (denn es sagt auch was darueber in meinem Patriachalischen Segen). Jetzt nach dem die erste Woche hinter mir ist, bin ich zwar total erschoepft, aber auch erleichtert und froh das ich es ueberstanden habe. Trotzdem fuehlt es sich auch sehr gut an sich auch geistig mal wieder ordentlich gefordert zu fuehlen und ich muss sagen, es macht mir sogar Spass. (Haette nie gedacht, dass ich jemals sagen wuerde das ich Freude an Schule habe und spaetestens im dritten Semester wird sich das sicherlich wieder aendern wenn ich Mathe habe...) ;)&lt;br /&gt;Aber es ist schoen wenn man sehen kann was man geleistet hat, wie man durch gute Zensuren dafuer belohnt wird und das man sich austauschen kann mit Freunden die das Programm ebenfalls mit mir machen. Ich muss zugeben, dass ich tatsaechlich ehrgeizig bin, gute Noten haben moechte und eben mein bestes geben moechte. Hmm bin wohl doch reifer geworden. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich werde hier auf dem Blog auf alle Faelle oefter ueber dieses neue "Abenteuer" schreiben und kann jetzt relativ zuversichtlich sagen, dass ich mich bereits auf die 2. Woche freue. Herausforderungen sind zwar anstrengend und stressig, aber machen das Leben doch noch lebenswerter, oder?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-3437854253487728046?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3437854253487728046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=3437854253487728046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/3437854253487728046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/3437854253487728046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/ich-bin-studentin-17092011.html' title='Ich bin Studentin... 17.09.2011'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-1301205757671321809</id><published>2011-08-28T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T11:56:35.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sommer Urlaub 2011</title><content type='html'>Man ich habe schon wieder so lange nichts auf unserem Blog geschrieben. Wird echt mal wieder Zeit. :) Es ist ja nun nicht so, dass wir uns langweilen oder so und es einfach nichts zu schreiben gibt. Nee eher genau das Gegenteil, aber tja das aufraffen ist halt immer so eine Sache. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im Fruehling haben wir einen kleinen Urlaub in New Mexico gemacht und endlich einmal meinen Onkel und meine Tante besucht die jetzt wieder zurueck nach Deutschland gehen. War schon ziemlich cool dort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k1t84IADXT0/Tlp22xTRuPI/AAAAAAAAARI/i555kY8MRvY/s1600/IMG_7237.JPG.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k1t84IADXT0/Tlp22xTRuPI/AAAAAAAAARI/i555kY8MRvY/s320/IMG_7237.JPG.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Turtele kommt eigentlich aus der Wueste lebt jetzt&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; aber schon lange Zeit im Garten dieses Hauses.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Er liebt Leberwurstbrot wie man sehen kann. :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2bEn6Pu-xHU/Tlp3A3WR7zI/AAAAAAAAARM/4ovHO_xlONo/s1600/IMG_7240.JPG.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2bEn6Pu-xHU/Tlp3A3WR7zI/AAAAAAAAARM/4ovHO_xlONo/s320/IMG_7240.JPG.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Isa und Josh auf der Hollywoodschaukel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W0uVnEPOXuI/Tlp3IPE6q3I/AAAAAAAAARQ/UmbADzH2PC0/s1600/IMG_7242.JPG.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W0uVnEPOXuI/Tlp3IPE6q3I/AAAAAAAAARQ/UmbADzH2PC0/s320/IMG_7242.JPG.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan checkt out Turtele beim fressen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿Wir haben in den paar Tagen schon einiges erlebt und gesehen. White Sands war super cool. Ist schon witzig einen Huegel hinabzusausen der aussieht wie Schnee aber ganz heller Sand ist...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V_xSVm6DyWg/Tlp6EDih3rI/AAAAAAAAARY/iOciaL1JCnI/s1600/P1010849.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V_xSVm6DyWg/Tlp6EDih3rI/AAAAAAAAARY/iOciaL1JCnI/s320/P1010849.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Josh&amp;nbsp;versucht sich im&amp;nbsp;"Teller" fahren...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m6mk2HoM9jo/Tlp8UxoIK1I/AAAAAAAAARc/mq-74GhjlxM/s1600/P1010839.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m6mk2HoM9jo/Tlp8UxoIK1I/AAAAAAAAARc/mq-74GhjlxM/s320/P1010839.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; einfach nur schoen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kTOvegq_51Q/Tlp8pd74zgI/AAAAAAAAARg/tYOfPLKGwQM/s1600/P1010841.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kTOvegq_51Q/Tlp8pd74zgI/AAAAAAAAARg/tYOfPLKGwQM/s320/P1010841.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jaaa, Wasser braucht man in der Wueste...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Dann haben wir natuerlich auch noch die uebrige Gegend abgecheckt. :) Ist schon Hammer was die Natur so alles bietet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VSziZAskNfY/Tlp96uIWLQI/AAAAAAAAARk/Ar5USX2Peb4/s1600/P1010798.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VSziZAskNfY/Tlp96uIWLQI/AAAAAAAAARk/Ar5USX2Peb4/s320/P1010798.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Groesste Pistazie in der Welt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4VtzrJrQBE/Tlp_OCFfccI/AAAAAAAAARo/396Kk3WXdKI/s1600/P1010807.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4VtzrJrQBE/Tlp_OCFfccI/AAAAAAAAARo/396Kk3WXdKI/s320/P1010807.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Isa und ich freuen uns... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wfN6UX62ZqY/TlqBysdTtVI/AAAAAAAAARw/dyn-8zJzZpg/s1600/P1010811.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wfN6UX62ZqY/TlqBysdTtVI/AAAAAAAAARw/dyn-8zJzZpg/s320/P1010811.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Die Schoenheiten der Natur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2M6GwwS2MBs/TlqCJRAfoKI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ttVt9KFwVIU/s1600/P1010812.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2M6GwwS2MBs/TlqCJRAfoKI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ttVt9KFwVIU/s320/P1010812.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qDo-Ro49jNo/TlqCedEOlOI/AAAAAAAAAR4/mXPsRtcIiBc/s1600/P1010817.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qDo-Ro49jNo/TlqCedEOlOI/AAAAAAAAAR4/mXPsRtcIiBc/s320/P1010817.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-35lRCrRc9II/TlqCx-819CI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EuJ_5bDj-dE/s1600/P1010819.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-35lRCrRc9II/TlqCx-819CI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EuJ_5bDj-dE/s320/P1010819.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dSMTbxGdFpg/TlqDHwWBs6I/AAAAAAAAASA/CFWowQ0084k/s1600/P1010822.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dSMTbxGdFpg/TlqDHwWBs6I/AAAAAAAAASA/CFWowQ0084k/s320/P1010822.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Familienfoto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w1yuCHVPmsg/TlqD9s6w_dI/AAAAAAAAASE/GHg54AnXm3Y/s1600/P1010829.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w1yuCHVPmsg/TlqD9s6w_dI/AAAAAAAAASE/GHg54AnXm3Y/s320/P1010829.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pferde am Rande der Strasse...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿Und selbstverstaendlich mussten wir noch den Pool bei meinen Verwandten ausprobieren. War na klar saukalt da der Pool den ganzen Winter ueber zugedeckt war, aber ich habe es geschafft ganz reinzugehen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-picasa-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mA-PZcQ8H5Q/TlqEq1FdhPI/AAAAAAAAASY/RYtnujA_osM/s1600/MVI_7259.AVI.AVI" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3D1104e9e737e8d782%26itag%3D18%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1314576652%26sparams%3Did%2Citag%2Cip%2Cipbits%2Cexpire%26signature%3DD701587D8E2D6FAB3B6BCB4148C96EBB1EF77665.AB5C652A77B485073CDDACC2D218E581775E1F5D%26key%3Dlh1" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3D1104e9e737e8d782%26itag%3D18%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1314576652%26sparams%3Did%2Citag%2Cip%2Cipbits%2Cexpire%26signature%3DD701587D8E2D6FAB3B6BCB4148C96EBB1EF77665.AB5C652A77B485073CDDACC2D218E581775E1F5D%26key%3Dlh1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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First of all I must say that I think I have the most awesomest husband ever. I mean how many husbands really are willing to watch the kids for a few days so his wife can go on a little adventure? Yes that's right not many. Most men feel overwhelmed to be with the kids 24/7, even though women are expected to handle that, but let's not get into that, shall we? ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I have been planning on what to put on my blog all weekend, but when you actually sit down to do it, your brain is empty. Well let's see what I can still pull off. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It was an amazing trip and we had tons of fun. The drive was very long but totally worth it. We left Thursday late afternoon drove a few hours stopped in Buellton (or something like that) and drove the rest of the way on Friday. I have to admit I had no idea that northern CA is so beautiful. I mean yeah it was pretty cold and wet at times but all in all we were super lucky with the weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Saturday then we were all in adventure mood and wanted to check out the area. First we were going to see the Drive through tree but we kept stopping on the way as the surroundings were so cool and beautiful. I don't think I ever took so many pictures in such a short time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TzpmExmcJoI/TWQhRD3XjwI/AAAAAAAAAOI/kUaTJ26PKlo/s1600/P1010501.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TzpmExmcJoI/TWQhRD3XjwI/AAAAAAAAAOI/kUaTJ26PKlo/s320/P1010501.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It was just amazing. I had no idea how beautiful and fun nature can be. I used to be more of an outdoor person when I was younger but in nowadays I am old and boring. Well that has to change again. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice that it was colder and cloudy and as you can see the water is going a bit crazy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cYOSzfVNPgo/TWQjIN9WZ9I/AAAAAAAAAOM/cluteHbS668/s1600/P1010502.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cYOSzfVNPgo/TWQjIN9WZ9I/AAAAAAAAAOM/cluteHbS668/s320/P1010502.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crazy looking road&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IUNik-LDTbs/TWQjjciRoXI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/vQd9pfO_tcQ/s1600/P1010503.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IUNik-LDTbs/TWQjjciRoXI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/vQd9pfO_tcQ/s320/P1010503.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;More of the beautiful ocean&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eYeUCqcxwAU/TWQkFHw_AUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/p6JDEOvp9TM/s1600/P1010504.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eYeUCqcxwAU/TWQkFHw_AUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/p6JDEOvp9TM/s320/P1010504.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was in real even better but the pictures can tell that it is worth to check out at one point in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So next we stopped at the beach to take a few pictures there. I just love big waves and the smell of the ocean. For some reason I was totally hyper too and we did a little photo shoot, playing around with the waves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FiKfeK9KhzQ/TWQqkgiXkMI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nf2Pngm5fHo/s1600/P1010524.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FiKfeK9KhzQ/TWQqkgiXkMI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nf2Pngm5fHo/s320/P1010524.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XO6KzgQ-3Bk/TWQrE3A73xI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ZVmKKbR07ZA/s1600/P1010528.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XO6KzgQ-3Bk/TWQrE3A73xI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ZVmKKbR07ZA/s320/P1010528.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes that's right we were playing, pretending we were running away from them, however one mean wave surprise attacked us and so we had to find out the hard way that our winter boots aren't water proof. It was still fun and I have to admit I really enjoyed behaving like a child again. I think we adults need to do that more often. It is healthy and makes happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We drove back to the hotel to re-dry us and then we were off to check out the big trees. We went to the "Tour thru Tree" first thinking that was one of the way in into the Redwood national park but no of course not. We actually had to pay a fee before checking out the tree. Nobody was there to take the fee just a note saying that if no cashier is at the booth just place the money in the box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was impressed they obviously were only expecting honest people and since I am one (or at least try to be) I did what was asked of me to drive on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;At first it looked really promising as we were driving a bit up hill but it was just false advertisement because as soon as we drove around the corner we reached the huge Redwood-drive-through-tree but also a dead end. ;) Oh well we took it with a sense of humor and started our next photo session. Nobody was there anyway so we had all the time in the world... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aWXX9AJGXBQ/TWQwMKAJLsI/AAAAAAAAAOo/QzvADDbuIl8/s1600/P1010534.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aWXX9AJGXBQ/TWQwMKAJLsI/AAAAAAAAAOo/QzvADDbuIl8/s320/P1010534.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e-dsC0slJxE/TWQwp58TQDI/AAAAAAAAAOs/8VBU0-bL8-8/s1600/P1010548.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e-dsC0slJxE/TWQwp58TQDI/AAAAAAAAAOs/8VBU0-bL8-8/s320/P1010548.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It really is way to big to reach the sides...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SGbCeahUpkE/TWQxIIu9ivI/AAAAAAAAAOw/vG0qn1apGeQ/s1600/P1010549.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SGbCeahUpkE/TWQxIIu9ivI/AAAAAAAAAOw/vG0qn1apGeQ/s320/P1010549.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is just balancing trying not to step in the puddle. ;) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eY5Tqc4cZb8/TWQz-mXNZ5I/AAAAAAAAAO0/o2xHPimJG7o/s1600/P1010555.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eY5Tqc4cZb8/TWQz-mXNZ5I/AAAAAAAAAO0/o2xHPimJG7o/s320/P1010555.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bzFp7VJYVzo/TWQ2FzQZ5qI/AAAAAAAAAO4/gHrpWiGifRI/s1600/P1010556.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bzFp7VJYVzo/TWQ2FzQZ5qI/AAAAAAAAAO4/gHrpWiGifRI/s320/P1010556.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;That tree was massive and impressive. I mean thanks to my shortness I usually do feel like a dwarf at times but that thing made me feel even smaller. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On our way back we noticed a cool sign that made me smile: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrordSMQWHs/TWQ3ImjnV1I/AAAAAAAAAO8/jSk1ULW8Zik/s1600/P1010577.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrordSMQWHs/TWQ3ImjnV1I/AAAAAAAAAO8/jSk1ULW8Zik/s320/P1010577.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I mean don't get me wrong a Tsunami isn't fun but after getting aquainted with one of the waves, I truly believe that could happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Finally we were able to find a little way to check out more of those amazing and huge Redwood trees:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BbrigZSlFzY/TWQ4KVXC1xI/AAAAAAAAAPA/TzTP_si5ooc/s1600/P1010594.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BbrigZSlFzY/TWQ4KVXC1xI/AAAAAAAAAPA/TzTP_si5ooc/s320/P1010594.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1XV8rchqsA/TWQ5hAygrmI/AAAAAAAAAPI/M2sqHxRbu9o/s1600/P1010596.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1XV8rchqsA/TWQ5hAygrmI/AAAAAAAAAPI/M2sqHxRbu9o/s320/P1010596.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is standing between parts of the trunk of one huge tree.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O6vxAb0jMYY/TWQ6CrqzREI/AAAAAAAAAPM/aqR8iBeioLg/s1600/P1010597.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O6vxAb0jMYY/TWQ6CrqzREI/AAAAAAAAAPM/aqR8iBeioLg/s320/P1010597.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's me in the stump of a gigantic tree.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YAx643YPfb8/TWQ60R_1qUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/oo6LviAafz0/s1600/P1010598.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YAx643YPfb8/TWQ60R_1qUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/oo6LviAafz0/s320/P1010598.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We weren't even able to get the whole stump into one picture. It was that huge. Just amazing. I never thought I would ever see such huge trees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p-IOQSxjqGo/TWQ_vGqkGBI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Q4o9gmf341I/s1600/P1010605.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p-IOQSxjqGo/TWQ_vGqkGBI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Q4o9gmf341I/s320/P1010605.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trying to kung fu the tree trunk apart...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--j8AIYondjA/TWRFqUljE1I/AAAAAAAAAPc/kQ4-m8CWlWY/s1600/P1010606.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--j8AIYondjA/TWRFqUljE1I/AAAAAAAAAPc/kQ4-m8CWlWY/s320/P1010606.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After that we went over the border to Oregon, checked out another beach and did a little bit of rock-climbing. It was so much fun. I totally enjoyed myself and so did Miriam. Photos are yet to come as Miriam has them on her camera. But I have one that I can share: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j2Jji4aPK0Q/TWRGSAazWkI/AAAAAAAAAPg/h5sJ109Segc/s1600/P1010609.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j2Jji4aPK0Q/TWRGSAazWkI/AAAAAAAAAPg/h5sJ109Segc/s320/P1010609.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The next day we checked out a beautiful river, more of those massive trees and went on a little hike. It was fun and we enjoyed your little photo sessions too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xj-NVgOgbPs/TWRHFDz5tTI/AAAAAAAAAPk/RivdCjgjsJ0/s1600/P1010611.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xj-NVgOgbPs/TWRHFDz5tTI/AAAAAAAAAPk/RivdCjgjsJ0/s320/P1010611.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ozgTlju3OFc/TWRK5adzWXI/AAAAAAAAAPs/PYsYOS4d1-0/s1600/P1010612.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ozgTlju3OFc/TWRK5adzWXI/AAAAAAAAAPs/PYsYOS4d1-0/s320/P1010612.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9UqE7bAey3Y/TWRLW21zqvI/AAAAAAAAAPw/IYeBtSOlPFM/s1600/P1010613.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TQWpQwZMOzI/AAAAAAAAANc/vcqeQW0FW3A/s1600/Josh+and+Nathan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TQWpQwZMOzI/AAAAAAAAANc/vcqeQW0FW3A/s320/Josh+and+Nathan.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TQWqry8KmDI/AAAAAAAAANo/T-loqnOIJVI/s1600/Josh+and+Nathan+crazy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TQWqry8KmDI/AAAAAAAAANo/T-loqnOIJVI/s320/Josh+and+Nathan+crazy.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow it is almost Christmas time again and I really can't believe that. This year has passed by so quick again. A day, week, month is over in no time. Our boys are doing well. We've had sickness in our home for a long time now (coming and going) but besides that we are happy and loving life. Miriam is flying home this wednesday for the holidays. Luckily she is coming back at the beginning of January. She took some crazy pictures with our boys. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I can't believe how big they are getting. And they can be so funny at times. We are having some problems with our internet connection lately and Nathan wanted to talk to my Mom on the phone. It kept breaking us up and so eventually he had enough and said to the phone: "Stupid thing." Hahahahahaha I was cracking up and so was my Mom. Kids are so funny at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Sadly they both are sick with a cold again so they are pretty whiny and annoying at the moment but that is understandable. We are all cranky when we aren't well, right? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Today I have been listening to the most incredible song/ music video: "Where is the line to see Jesus". Wow it touched my heart and truly brings out the real meaning of Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I am so grateful to know that I am a daughter of god and that Jesus Christ died for me so I can live with him and our heavenly father again. I want to burst out singing to share this amazing message like this song does. Life is so wonderful and Jesus Christ shared such an amazing gift with us. He loves us all so much, I know that with all my heart. 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In weniger als 2 Monaten ist bereits Weihnachten und das bedeutet wir werden in Deutschland sein. Logisch freuen wir uns riesig und koennen es kaum noch abwarten. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hier gibt es nicht so viel neues. Josh liebt es zur Schule zu gehen und auch wenn er zur Zeit alles andere als lieb ist und irgendwie gar nicht mehr hoeren kann, sind wir natuerlich froh und dankbar, dass er ein so begeisterter Schulgaenger ist. Er hat dort auch schon einige Freundschaften genknuepft und war bereits zu 2 Geburtstagen eingeladen. :) Ist natuerlich auch fuer mich nett, denn ich lerne immer mehr die anderen Eltern aus seiner Klasse kennen und somit komme ich doch mehr und mehr in Kontakt mit der deutsch-sprachigen Bevoelkerung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan geniesst es sehr alleine zu Hause zu sein und kann sich wirklich toll alleine beschaeftigen. Ausserdem geniesst er die Aufmerksamkeit die er von unserem Au pair Miriam bekommt und ist wesentlich ausgeglichener nun das er sich daran gewoehnt hat das Josh nicht da ist. Um ehrlich zu sein glaube ich das er froh ist, dass sein grosser Bruder viele Stunden unanwesend ist da der doch sehr nervig ist und ihn immer zu triezen und aergern weiss. Da scheint Josh doch genau wie sein Papa zu sein, denn der hat seine armen Geschwister auch immer terrorisiert und gepiesackt. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Allerdings ist Nathan auch ein&amp;nbsp;ganz sturer Kerl und kreischt schrecklich laut los wenn ihm was nicht passt und das geht einem doch gewaltig auf die Nerven. Er liebt Buecher ueber alles und holt sich einen ganzen Stapel aus dem Schrank, haut sich auf den Boden und guckt sich alle der Reihe nach an. Er singt auch gerne und traellert immer gerne was vor sich hin. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick schlaegt sich tapfer mit seinem Job durch. Jetzt wo er zwar noch fuer die Navy arbeitet aber nicht mehr beim Militaer ist, hat sich fuer uns doch einiges geaendert. Er ist oft gestresst, aber wir sind dankbar, dass er diesen Job hat. Angenehm ist es, dass wir unsere Aerzte und so was jetzt ganz in der Naehe (um die Ecke) haben und somit nicht mehr so viel durch die Weltgeschichte fahren muessen. Nee dafuer muessen wir jetzt jeden Morgen und Nachmittag eine ganz schoene Strecke zuruecklegen da Josh ja zu einer besonderen Schule geht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mir geht es auch super. Ich aergere mich oefter mal ueber die Falschheit der Amerikaner aber auch daran gewoehne ich mich immer mehr. Ist halt schwierig wenn man von einer anderen Kultur kommt und nicht weiss wer es nun mit einem ernst meint und wer nur so tut. Ich habe beschlossen, dass ich die meisten Frauen einfach nur nervig finde da sie um dumme Sachen echt ein wahnsinniges Gezeter und Drama veranstalten und dann auch noch sofort beleidigt sind, wenn man es wagt etwas zu sagen. Boar das geht mir vielleicht auf den Keks. ;) Maenner sind im grossen und ganzen doch so viel umgaenglicher und netter und vor allem nicht so falsch. Na ja aber diese Art Leute gibt es ja ueberall und aendern kann man es ja doch nicht da diese Personen nicht einsehen, dass sie etwas veraendern muessen und somit passiert auch nichts.&lt;br /&gt;Zu alledem lerne ich immer wieder was dazu. Heute z.B. rief mich eine Freundin an und wollte wissen ob wir zum Mittag ausgehen wollen. Da wir aber versuchen Geld zu sparen, habe ich das natuerlich abgelehnt und das war gar nicht einfach denn ich liebe es essen zu gehen. (Ist so schoen einfach da man dann ja nicht selbst kochen muss.) ;) Allerdings meinte Nick spaeter zu mir, dass meine Freundin das wahrscheinlich als unhoeflich oder sogar Beleidigung aufgefasst haben koennte. Man ey jetzt darf ich nicht mal mehr entscheiden was ich machen moechte und was nicht ohne das sich jemand auf den Schlips getreten fuehlt? Ich sags ja es ist nicht einfach eine Frau zu sein. ;) Wie man's macht, macht man's verkehrt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mit meiner Schauspielerei geht es auch ganz gut voran. In der letzten Zeit hatte ich einige Castings und das ist ein gutes Gefuehl fuer's Ego. Ausserdem macht mir meine Klasse nach wie vor riesigen Spass und ich geniesse es jede Woche etwas neues zu lernen und vorallem auch an den Dingen zu arbeiten mit denen ich Schwierigkeiten habe. Zum Beispiel bin ich absolut keine Gefuehlsbetonte Person und mag es lieber von anderen distanziert zu sein als wenn mir jemand auf die Pelle rueckt, aber das ist natuerlich ein klitzekleines Problemchen&amp;nbsp;in der Schauspielwelt und somit versuche ich mit kleinen Schritten diese Unzugaenglichkeit abzulegen. Mein Lehrer freut sich immer ueber jeden kleinen Forschritt, aber da ich schon mein ganz Leben so war, ist das natuerlich schwierig das zu ueberwinden. Ich kann es einfach nicht haben, wenn mir jemand im wahrsten Sinne des Wortes zu nahe tritt und somit ist die Schauspielerei in der Hinsicht schon eine echte Herausforderung, aber was waere das Leben ohne Herausforderungen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das Leben ist schon wundervoll auch wenn es mal abwaerts geht und wir sind unendlich dankbar einen liebenden Gott spueren zu koennen der immer fuer uns da ist und uns auffaengt wenn es mal schwierig wird. Was fuer eine Segnung ist das doch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-547133480382804790?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/547133480382804790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=547133480382804790&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/547133480382804790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/547133480382804790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/mal-wieder-zeit.html' title='mal wieder Zeit...'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-8629595192494125368</id><published>2010-09-08T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T20:34:04.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for vacation...</title><content type='html'>Wow I am so exhausted. I feel like I am going to have a heart attack any minute now. My head is spinning from all the stuff that I have to do and want to do and all I am doing now is driving around to take my son to school and pick him up again. Ahhhhhhhhh I didn't think it would be so hard to adjust to it but I feel like someone has taken my life from me and I am in prison now working overtime nonstop. :( I think I am going to take Josh out of school again. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Today was just crazy. Josh had a short day so I had to pick him up from school by noon. After that we had a quick lunch and then we had to drive to a family health clinic so he could get a few shots his school really wants him to have. It took forever to get us registered and by the time we finally got home we were all tired and exhausted. Tomorrow is going to be just as crazy and friday will be too. I can't wait for saturday. I am so not going to do anything and I won't go anywhere either. I need a serious break or I actually have a breakdown. I don't know why I feel so overwhelmed but I really feel like I need 10 more arms and 20 more hours a day to get everything accomplished I have to do. :O Whoa I am so stressed my hands are actually shaking. :(&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for our au pair to arrive next week. I am ready for some help and I am excited for those extra breaks I will be getting. I can't imagine how Moms with more kids do all this. I always knew I wasn't super Mom but these last almost 2 weeks have showed me that I am further away from that than I thought. I am glad I only have two at this time. Maybe in the future I can handle more right now I need to keep focussing on not going insane. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-8629595192494125368?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8629595192494125368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=8629595192494125368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/8629595192494125368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/8629595192494125368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/ready-for-vacation.html' title='Ready for vacation...'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-8102299466198957595</id><published>2010-08-30T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T10:33:11.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Und das Schulleben beginnt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/THvknr-oc_I/AAAAAAAAALg/_829KkE_LTI/s1600/IMG_7072.JPG.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/THvknr-oc_I/AAAAAAAAALg/_829KkE_LTI/s320/IMG_7072.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Heute ist Josh's erster Schultag als Vorschueler. Ich kann es noch gar nicht glauben, dass ich schon so einen grossen Sohn habe. Nach wie vor bin ich total begeistert, dass er die Moeglichkeit hat zu einer deutsch-amerikanischen Schule zu gehen. :) Es ist echt lustig sich auf einem Schulgelaende zu befinden und ueberall hoert man auch deutsche Stimmen. :)&lt;br /&gt;Er scheint eine ganz liebe Lehrerin zu haben und ich weiss, er ist in guten Haenden.&lt;br /&gt;Tja so werden die Kinder gross und somit aendert sich auch mein Leben. Die Freiheit die wir bisher genossen haben gibt es jetzt nur noch waehrend der Ferien. Jeden Morgen fahre ich ihn nun zur Schule (ca. 40-45min mit dem Auto/ hauptsaechlich durch den Berufsverkehr). Heute morgen sind wir um 7.15 Uhr aus dem Haus da sein Unterricht um 8.10 Uhr beginnt. Heute Nachmittag um 2.30pm (14.30 Uhr) muss ich ihn dann wieder abholen. So wird das jeden Tag sein, ausser Mittwochs da hat er schon um 12.00 Uhr Schluss.&lt;br /&gt;Es ist wirklich verrueckt und komisch jetzt nur noch ein Kind zuhause zu haben, aber wir werden uns sicher alle dran gewoehnen.&lt;br /&gt;Zum Glueck hat er die Ferien doch wie in Deutschland (oder zumindestens so ziemlich). Ein neuer Lebensabschnitt ist schon was aufregendes. :)&lt;br /&gt;Jetzt bereiten wir uns darauf vor bald eine Art Au pair zu uns zu nehmen. Wir freuen uns darauf und sind schon gespannt wie uns das gefallen wird. Ausserdem haben wir vor zu Weihnachten mal wieder nach Deutschland zu fliegen und auch darauf freuen wir uns riesig. Jetzt heisst es planen und vorbereiten und unser Leben mit Schule und anderen Aktivitaeten zu organisieren. Was waere es doch langweilig wenn es nicht oefter mal was neues gaebe. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-8102299466198957595?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8102299466198957595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=8102299466198957595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/8102299466198957595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/8102299466198957595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/und-das-schulleben-beginnt.html' title='Und das Schulleben beginnt...'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/THvknr-oc_I/AAAAAAAAALg/_829KkE_LTI/s72-c/IMG_7072.JPG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-3884499959468800725</id><published>2010-07-29T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T23:56:30.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun 2010... July</title><content type='html'>So I think I should be in bed right now but since my hubby still plays the Wii I thought it would be a good idea to update our blog some more. We had a great summer with all the family visit and vacation we had. It was awesome and we enjoyed it all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick took our boys to the pool once while his family was staying in Ocean side. They seemed to enjoy themselves even though it wasn't a very nice day that day. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TFJsc3npVwI/AAAAAAAAAJc/1ldW-Bt8FOM/s1600/P1010360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499577338195171074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TFJsc3npVwI/AAAAAAAAAJc/1ldW-Bt8FOM/s200/P1010360.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick and I took my brother and his wife to Hollywood the day my sister left. It was actually fun and we had a great time. Of course Hollywood has a special meaning for my acting heart and so I enjoyed it even more. It was just nice to check it out and explore Beverly Hills and Hollywood a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TFJtjcIgWdI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3HTbwdyUqKE/s1600/IMG_7020.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499578550587513298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TFJtjcIgWdI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3HTbwdyUqKE/s200/IMG_7020.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We also saw an incredible expensive car on Rodeo Dr.! Apparently that car doesn't exist very often and so I took a few pictures. I already forgot the name again (I am just not a car freak) but I am sure everyone who is interested in cars will know what that thing is. ;) To me I am happy as long as the car looks half decent and drives. I couldn't care less what type it is. Anyway... (by the way it is a Bugatti I think, at least that's what it say's on the license plate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TFJul_Xb4lI/AAAAAAAAAJs/TAVy1NquJ5Y/s1600/IMG_7022.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499579693916742226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TFJul_Xb4lI/AAAAAAAAAJs/TAVy1NquJ5Y/s200/IMG_7022.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TFJvCMbVLPI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Cev9jw4fA9Q/s1600/IMG_7023.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499580178459077874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TFJvCMbVLPI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Cev9jw4fA9Q/s200/IMG_7023.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TFJvd9FTH5I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/zkXYWPdYrjU/s1600/IMG_7024.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499580655376474002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TFJvd9FTH5I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/zkXYWPdYrjU/s200/IMG_7024.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah to be honest I wasn't really interested in that car at all. But my brother and Nick stopped right away and couldn't believe they saw "such an amazing car" standing there. I was like "so what, it is a car... and?" But no this is awesome and very, very, very expensive.&lt;br /&gt;Then we checked out some of the "stars"...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TFJwdpj5thI/AAAAAAAAAKE/cA5AXddpGPY/s1600/IMG_7025.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499581749647750674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TFJwdpj5thI/AAAAAAAAAKE/cA5AXddpGPY/s200/IMG_7025.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TFJw-dwll_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/ildKm4r54zA/s1600/IMG_7029.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499582313415415794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TFJw-dwll_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/ildKm4r54zA/s200/IMG_7029.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TFJxY0crx_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Ws8to09CBbM/s1600/IMG_7040.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499582766182549490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TFJxY0crx_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Ws8to09CBbM/s200/IMG_7040.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TFJx7nX7e1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/bhz-wKw-DAk/s1600/IMG_7052.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499583363968367442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TFJx7nX7e1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/bhz-wKw-DAk/s200/IMG_7052.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was just loads of fun and we enjoyed it very much. But now our vacation time is over. Nick started work again. He works pretty much the same job in the same office just without the uniform. He seems to like it ok.&lt;br /&gt;I have had some success with my acting and that makes me very happy. I did a little student film and I posted it on youtube. It is silly but was fun and even though the audio is quite a bit of at times, I really enjoyed it. :) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WaDrfB0i_-Q"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WaDrfB0i_-Q&lt;/a&gt; Feel free to check it out and let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I did an video audition for a webisode and they liked it so much that they hired me. I was so excited when I received that e-mail. It is just nice and feels so good when someone likes your work and I have so much passion for acting. :) You can also check that out on youtube: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9CtFlQGXIbw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9CtFlQGXIbw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun and I enjoyed it. The shooting starts sometime in August and I am very excited about it. I am actually going to make some money with it too and that makes me even more happy. :) So here a picture of me as food critic (I am going to do something like that in those webisodes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TFJ0vfjy8AI/AAAAAAAAAKk/00yDL2ihWWk/s1600/IMG_7067.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499586454247108610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TFJ0vfjy8AI/AAAAAAAAAKk/00yDL2ihWWk/s200/IMG_7067.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep life is good and we are happy and healthy. Josh and Nathan continue to develop well and bring a lot of joy but also a lot of stress into our lifes. ;) Josh will be starting kindergarten in about a month and that is a scary thought, however most of his little friends already started and so he is just enjoying the rest of the summer because school will be a long day for him. They start at 8.15am and get out at 2.30pm. Wow that is even long for me.&lt;br /&gt;Our boys also can be soooooooo funny. Yesterday I went to lunch with one of my friends and Josh dropped one of his cars behind the seats and we couldn't get it back. He was super tired (we just came from the zoo) and cranky and upset about that and wasn't happy at all. He kept whining and complaining about it in the car and all of sudden Nathan realized what had happend... "Oh no Josh. What did you do?" Those were his exact words. I just couldn't help it but had to smile. :) I love them. They drive me nuts and insane almost all the time but I just love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-3884499959468800725?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3884499959468800725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=3884499959468800725&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/3884499959468800725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/3884499959468800725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-fun-2010-july.html' title='Summer Fun 2010... July'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TFJsc3npVwI/AAAAAAAAAJc/1ldW-Bt8FOM/s72-c/P1010360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-7076600307539237677</id><published>2010-07-04T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T16:28:33.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July... Sonntag 4. Juli 2010...</title><content type='html'>Das war vorhin gar nicht so leicht mich zu verabschieden. Auch die Jungs sind langsam doch alt genug um zu verstehen, dass das ein Abschied fuer laenger sein wird und haben somit dementsprechend reagiert. :( Nathan hat immer wieder zu meiner Mutter gesagt sie sollten nicht fahren oder er wollte eben mit und Josh hat das ganze zwar total tapfer mitgemacht, aber kaum war das Auto nicht mehr zu sehen, drehte er sich mit einem halben Flunsch zu uns um und sagte ganz leise: "Ich werde sie vermissen." Boar das macht es dann einem natuerlich noch schwerer.&lt;br /&gt;Trotzdem hatten wir eine schoene und tolle Zeit. Wir haben super viel unternommen und eine Menge erlebt und ganz viel Spass gehabt. ;) Schade nur, dass mir meine Depressionen immer mal wieder einen Strich durch die Rechnung gezogen haben und ich leider nicht immer so gluecklich und froehlich sein konnte wie ich es gerne wollte. :( Aber im grossen und ganzen war es einfach nur genial und ich habe es geliebt alle hier zu haben.&lt;br /&gt;Jetzt planen wir erst einmal wieder nach Deutschland zu fliegen und wenn alles gut laeuft und klappt, wird das im hoffentlich im naechsten Fruehjahr passieren. :) Man braucht ja doch immer etwas worauf man sich freuen kann und die Zeit geht ja so furchtbar schnell herum, ehe wir uns versehen wird dann auch unser Deutschlandurlaub da sein. Sicherlich wuerden sich auch meine Oma's und Nick's Grosseltern freuen wenn wir mal wieder nach Deutschland kaemen. Also arbeiten wir ganz einfach darauf hin.&lt;br /&gt;Nick hat jetzt ja seinen Arbeitsplatz im selben Buero sicher. Ab Ende Juli ist er ganz offiziell aus der Navy heraus (hat noch 2 Jahre bei den Reserves, aber das kommt nur in Frage wenn ganz grosse Not herrscht).&lt;br /&gt;Wir fuehlen uns wirklich sehr gesegnet und sind dankbar fuer alles und jeden den wir haben. Heute ist natuerlich wieder so ein Tag wo einem bewusst wird, wie dankbar wir fuer vieles sein koennen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-7076600307539237677?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7076600307539237677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=7076600307539237677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/7076600307539237677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/7076600307539237677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-4th-of-july-sonntag-4-juli-2010.html' title='Happy 4th of July... Sonntag 4. Juli 2010...'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-5986749585865527069</id><published>2010-06-24T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T15:08:18.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Fun 2010... June 24th...</title><content type='html'>So it is time to update my blog again. We've had so many cool and busy days this past week and I definitely have to share this with everyone. Friday my parents, brother and sister-in-law arrived and it was soooooooo good to see them again. And the next few days were packed with family fun and loads of cool things: Horse-back-riding, temple visit, Mormon Battalion, Legoland, Sea World, watching world cup games and Universal Studios. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was freaking awesome and especially Horse-back-riding was super cool. None of us expected that we would actually really have to "ride" the horses. We thought we would just sit on it and they would follow each other on a little trail ride. Well we actually really had to control it a bit. It was so much fun and we are hoping we can do that again next week when my family is back for a few more days. They left this morning to visit my aunt and uncle in New Mexico but will be back in 1 week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here are some pictures of our awesome time together:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TCPQG46XOFI/AAAAAAAAAHs/AguXYQ4lpog/s1600/IMG_6942.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486457587842365522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TCPQG46XOFI/AAAAAAAAAHs/AguXYQ4lpog/s200/IMG_6942.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TCPQh78zaFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ZZSbY83TIto/s1600/IMG_6945.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486458052514375762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TCPQh78zaFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ZZSbY83TIto/s200/IMG_6945.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TCPVsBct2LI/AAAAAAAAAJE/9wNy9X6l3I8/s1600/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486463723347237042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TCPVsBct2LI/AAAAAAAAAJE/9wNy9X6l3I8/s200/family.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TCPRTOlx5BI/AAAAAAAAAH8/THfK2PbY93o/s1600/IMG_6954.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486458899331671058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TCPRTOlx5BI/AAAAAAAAAH8/THfK2PbY93o/s200/IMG_6954.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TCPR3Vx-2cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Ka_hcnMsIAE/s1600/IMG_6955.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486459519737190850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TCPR3Vx-2cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Ka_hcnMsIAE/s200/IMG_6955.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TCPSYAQP5iI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bNjchea8peE/s1600/IMG_6957.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486460080894240290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TCPSYAQP5iI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bNjchea8peE/s200/IMG_6957.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TCPSy8yFe5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/_LZMnvjzaUw/s1600/IMG_6963.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486460543818890130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TCPSy8yFe5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/_LZMnvjzaUw/s200/IMG_6963.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TCPTN6puVjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/cA9Pb_FeLAs/s1600/IMG_6965.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486461007103415858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TCPTN6puVjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/cA9Pb_FeLAs/s200/IMG_6965.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TCPTu8M3zAI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nRrmKA0-3UI/s1600/IMG_6971.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486461574454955010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TCPTu8M3zAI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nRrmKA0-3UI/s200/IMG_6971.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TCPURRObqTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/fkK7TC1OQJ4/s1600/IMG_6975.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486462164214196530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TCPURRObqTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/fkK7TC1OQJ4/s200/IMG_6975.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TCPUxq_ZUDI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GtOMh6fZjZk/s1600/IMG_6976.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486462720886263858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TCPUxq_ZUDI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GtOMh6fZjZk/s200/IMG_6976.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TCPVNk2MxXI/AAAAAAAAAI8/TJFjs5Xnstc/s1600/IMG_6980.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486463200273417586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TCPVNk2MxXI/AAAAAAAAAI8/TJFjs5Xnstc/s200/IMG_6980.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TCPWF-EcpZI/AAAAAAAAAJM/hsZGEUHYWSk/s1600/IMG_6981.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486464169116738962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TCPWF-EcpZI/AAAAAAAAAJM/hsZGEUHYWSk/s200/IMG_6981.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TCPWls3_rhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rkqUB42lD4c/s1600/IMG_6984.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486464714256920082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TCPWls3_rhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rkqUB42lD4c/s200/IMG_6984.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see we had a great time and enjoyed every minute of it. Tomorrow we will have Nick's complete family in town and so that means another fun-filled-crazy week. :) More pictures to follow after that.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-5986749585865527069?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5986749585865527069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=5986749585865527069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/5986749585865527069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/5986749585865527069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/family-fun-2010-june-24th.html' title='Family Fun 2010... June 24th...'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TCPQG46XOFI/AAAAAAAAAHs/AguXYQ4lpog/s72-c/IMG_6942.JPG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-4307634588573759309</id><published>2010-06-10T10:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T10:51:27.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Josh ist nun 5...</title><content type='html'>Ja mein grosser ist nun 5 Jahre alt. Morgen wird er den Kindergarten offiziel beenden und am 30. August geht es mit der Schule los. Lustig ist, dass was hier in den USA Kindergarten heisst ist bei uns Vorschule und umgekehrt genauso. Also ab dem 30. August geht er in den Kindergarten (Vorschule). hahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hier ein paar Fotos aus den vergangenen 5 Jahren:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TBEgdLtRh3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/2qW8xtDq9uE/s1600/baby+Josh+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481197907217581938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TBEgdLtRh3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/2qW8xtDq9uE/s200/baby+Josh+020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TBEgs3D7bFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jlUJhsSAu3A/s1600/baby+Josh+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481198176553364562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TBEgs3D7bFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jlUJhsSAu3A/s200/baby+Josh+028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TBEha8UWo2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V1DPULi98kg/s1600/IMG_3416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481198968238416738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TBEha8UWo2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V1DPULi98kg/s200/IMG_3416.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TBEiCAssDUI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K2b1McG9loI/s1600/IMG_4063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481199639429123394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TBEiCAssDUI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K2b1McG9loI/s200/IMG_4063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TBEia62hmzI/AAAAAAAAAGs/S9IE1UzHSx8/s1600/IMG_4383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481200067356498738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TBEia62hmzI/AAAAAAAAAGs/S9IE1UzHSx8/s200/IMG_4383.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TBEiqtpnbKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/6bKw7_wF5Ww/s1600/IMG_4784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481200338690600098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TBEiqtpnbKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/6bKw7_wF5Ww/s200/IMG_4784.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TBEi4CPTafI/AAAAAAAAAG8/FKRQ5iDBTGU/s1600/IMG_4848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481200567555680754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TBEi4CPTafI/AAAAAAAAAG8/FKRQ5iDBTGU/s200/IMG_4848.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TBEjEMF9ihI/AAAAAAAAAHE/r9TUuO6mWhM/s1600/Josh+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481200776359283218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TBEjEMF9ihI/AAAAAAAAAHE/r9TUuO6mWhM/s200/Josh+169.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TBEjxyGoD3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/7QcLqTer7bQ/s1600/Josh+und+Nathan+304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481201559656730482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TBEjxyGoD3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/7QcLqTer7bQ/s200/Josh+und+Nathan+304.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TBEkfku1uhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/8wkkmbhmYrY/s1600/IMG_6486.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481202346341284370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TBEkfku1uhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/8wkkmbhmYrY/s200/IMG_6486.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TBEk_LyTtkI/AAAAAAAAAHc/3sykLx-gIJ0/s1600/IMG_6648.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481202889400759874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TBEk_LyTtkI/AAAAAAAAAHc/3sykLx-gIJ0/s200/IMG_6648.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TBElZQH6lRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/aXU7QsrGrB8/s1600/IMG_6864.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481203337241728274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TBElZQH6lRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/aXU7QsrGrB8/s200/IMG_6864.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ich muss schon zugeben, dass ich ein bisschen wehmuetig werde wenn ich mir all diese Fotos anschaue. Es ist einfach so komisch das er nun schon so gross ist. Na ja aber so ist nun einmal das Leben.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ich liebe dich Josh. Und bin dankbar dich in meinem Leben zu haben." Was bin ich unendlich dankbar fuer meine wundervolle kleine Familie. Das Leben ist schoen auch wenn es manchmal stressig, hart und schwierig ist. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-4307634588573759309?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4307634588573759309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=4307634588573759309&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/4307634588573759309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/4307634588573759309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/josh-ist-nun-5.html' title='Josh ist nun 5...'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/TBEgdLtRh3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/2qW8xtDq9uE/s72-c/baby+Josh+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-2745366685521842532</id><published>2010-05-24T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T10:06:30.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Nathan... May 24th 2010</title><content type='html'>Wow, where does time go? It seems like yesterday that I gave birth to our cute little Nathan and now he is already 3 years old. Is that crazy, or what? Here are a few pictures out of his life: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/S_qc784Y4II/AAAAAAAAAE8/EesJMQcI9_E/s1600/IMG_4807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474860850791112834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/S_qc784Y4II/AAAAAAAAAE8/EesJMQcI9_E/s200/IMG_4807.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/S_qdkQYUe3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/qM2mA8MqiQU/s1600/IMG_4859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474861543220083570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/S_qdkQYUe3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/qM2mA8MqiQU/s200/IMG_4859.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/S_qeiO4rNKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/AIEAeu08tRw/s1600/IMG_5087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474862607970808994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/S_qeiO4rNKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/AIEAeu08tRw/s200/IMG_5087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/S_qftM1kELI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Sx8E_GMGu8c/s1600/Josh+und+Nathan+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474863895911076018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/S_qftM1kELI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Sx8E_GMGu8c/s200/Josh+und+Nathan+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/S_qnRBrcVcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/5Snzn_zRdrg/s1600/Josh+und+Nathan+271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474872207972521410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/S_qnRBrcVcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/5Snzn_zRdrg/s200/Josh+und+Nathan+271.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/S_qpUAHeqOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/SbLEtMDqBQo/s1600/IMG_2308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474874458116106466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/S_qpUAHeqOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/SbLEtMDqBQo/s200/IMG_2308.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/S_qsAJCvR-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/lh4_CMuP2DY/s1600/IMG_6680.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474877415449642978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/S_qsAJCvR-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/lh4_CMuP2DY/s200/IMG_6680.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/S_qsfuCn0jI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Ecq36ZuBUUc/s1600/IMG_6757.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474877957957210674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/S_qsfuCn0jI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Ecq36ZuBUUc/s200/IMG_6757.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/S_qrHdO_uDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ykX1KuttKXY/s1600/IMG_6769.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474876441617217586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/S_qrHdO_uDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ykX1KuttKXY/s200/IMG_6769.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/S_qtHpxRehI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ob6opbqSPp8/s1600/IMG_6851.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474878644005468690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/S_qtHpxRehI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ob6opbqSPp8/s200/IMG_6851.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is one stubborn little guy. I guess I can't even blame him for it, it is all that german blood that's stuck in him. ;) But even though he drives me up the wall all the time. I love him more than anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today we also started potty training. It is going to be so tough with him. Because he keeps telling me that he "can't" do it. I am like hey if you can talk like that you can also go to the bathroom like a big boy. ;) We will see how long it will take us. I am doing it the way I did it with Josh. Diapers off and underwear on. One accident happened already, we will see how long it will take him until he realizes how gross that is. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah life is crazy but great. I love my life here in San Diego. I love the weather, the area, all my great friends, my acting. It is awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love going for my acting dream. I mean that is something I always wanted to do and I always had fun doing it. I am so grateful that my husband supports me in this and that things are going well. This summer we will get our first Au pair and I am excited about it. It will be so nice to being able to go to an audition or shoot without having to worry about finding a babysitter all the time. She is from Scotland and I am excited to meet her and get to know her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is awesome and I wouldn't want it any other way. Nick still doesn't know for sure if he can stay in the office he is in right now as a civilian or what is going to happen with his job situation but I am confident that it will all work out. I trust that everything will be ok and that we hopefully get to stay here. June 14th is his last day as an officer in the Navy and then he will be on leave for 1 1/2 months until he is officially out of the military. :) I am going to miss some of the things but most of it won't be missed. Especially the worry when he would get deployed again. :( I have friends who's husbands have a different job in the Navy and they are gone all the time and I am just so grateful that I never had to do that. But we were separated for almost a whole year and that sucked big time.  I am glad we don't have to do that again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah we are doing well and I can't believe that our baby is 3 now. "Happy Birthday Nathan! We love you and we will always love you. We might not always like what you do and decide but our love will be with you forever!"&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-2745366685521842532?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2745366685521842532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=2745366685521842532&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/2745366685521842532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/2745366685521842532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-nathan-may-24th-2010.html' title='Happy Birthday Nathan... May 24th 2010'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/S_qc784Y4II/AAAAAAAAAE8/EesJMQcI9_E/s72-c/IMG_4807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-478031757181769968</id><published>2010-04-24T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T18:46:59.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aus dem Blickwinkel eines Schauspielers (24.04.2010)</title><content type='html'>Gestern habe ich meine erste "richtige Filmerei" gehabt. Ich habe eine Rolle in einem Studentenfilm bekommen und diese Szene wurde gestern gedreht. Das war aber nicht mal eben eine kurze Sache und dann ist es abgehakt. Nein, nein das ist eine langwierige und anstrengende Sache (ob man es glaubt oder nicht). Ich war dort fuer 5 1/2 Stunden. Zuerst einmal dauert es ewig bis die Leute alle eintrudeln. Dann faengt das Kamerateam an alles aufzubauen und einzustellen und dann letztendlich werden die Schauspieler eingewiesen. Die Szene wird aber nicht in einem durchgespielt, nein das sind lauter kleine Aufnahmen von ein und der selben Stelle. Es wird aus verschiedenen Blickwinkel gefilmt, immer widerholt denn der Direktor und Produzent haben da staendig ihre Nase im Spiel und wollen es mal so und dann so haben. ;) Zwischendurch werden dann noch Leute vom Kamerateam angegiftet wenn das Mikrofon ueber dem Schauspieler nicht richtig gehalten wird oder die Einstellung falsch und so fort. Es ist wirklich Interessant was am Drehort so alles abgeht. Und dies (wie gesagt) war ja nur ein Studentenfilm. So kann man sich sicher vorstellen wie das bei einem richtigen Film aussieht. :) Ich war auf alle Faelle an dem Abend echt alle und kaputt da ich fast die ganze Zeit stehen musste und wie gesagt es wird wieder und wieder gedreht und dann geht man zu einer anderen Stelle wo die gleiche Sache noch einmal gefilmt wird nur aus einem anderen Blickwinkel. Ich bin schon gespannt aufs Endprodukt. Ich soll auch eine Kopie davon bekommen und wenn der Film fertig ist, wird es zu Filmfestspielen geschickt.&lt;br /&gt;Sicher braucht man fuer so etwas eine Menge Geduld und das ist nicht einfach denn oft ist es eine lange Warterei die damit verbunden ist, aber irgendwie habe ich dafuer die Geduld. Es ist einfach etwas was mich schon immer begeistert hat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-478031757181769968?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/478031757181769968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=478031757181769968&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/478031757181769968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/478031757181769968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/aus-dem-blickwinkel-eines-schauspielers.html' title='Aus dem Blickwinkel eines Schauspielers (24.04.2010)'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-8421220268752549579</id><published>2010-04-20T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T11:30:49.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geez why is that? Tuesday April 20th 2010...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't believe my thinking sometimes. I mean every so often I get to a point where I am wondering about many different things. I have to admit it usually starts with me being angry about something. ;) I am a person who explodes quickly and also calms down quickly so yesterday was one of those days. It is crazy that when things go wrong there is usually more to come. :( And what ticks me of even more is when I start telling friends/ relatives about my thinking and they start lecturing me and or even throw a fit, making it sound like I am all negative and stuff. My goodness I am just trying to figure stuff out that has nothing to do with being negative and I don't want a solution either (men always seem to want to find an answer for everything). I just want to discuss some of my thoughts to get them of my chest. I would like to hear someone elses opinion without getting lectured. I soooooooooooooooooooooo hate to be lectured. It drives me crazy and makes me so mad when someone does that to me. And you know what's funny about that, usually the people who do that the most are the one's who get offended the easiest. They have an opinion on everything, share it freely with everyone and even try to force their opinion on you. ;) Sound familiar? Well I've met plenty of people (have plenty of people) in my life who do that. I try to be pretty tolerant and accept others and their ideas/ opinions on things but I expect the same in return. I know we have different opinions on things and that's fine with me but I don't like it when others try to change my mind just because they don't like my opinion. Nobody has to like it I don't always like others but we should be able to accept another person the way they are, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's all I am asking about really. Accept me the way I am. I said it on so many occasions before. We can't change someone else. We don't have to like the same things. Some people love writing, some like me like acting, some like cooking, some like to read and so on (you get the point). Sometimes we even like a lot of different things but we all have a passion for something. I admire people who go for it. I admire people who have a dream and work on their talents. And I am happy for them when they succeed. Hey I do get jealous sometimes sure I do, after all I am human, but that shouldn't stop me from being happy for them and it is usually a kind jealousness if that makes sense? My Mom for example write's books. She just started her 4th one and hasn't been able to publish it (even though she tried so many times). I wish with all my heart that she would be able to succeed. But no matter what happens I know it happens for a purpose. I like writing too but I am just not as great at it as my Mom. A friend of mine would love to write but just doesn't have the time just yet with her kids being pretty small still. But I know she would be awesome at it and I know that she is going to do it once the right time has arrived and she has people who support her. Support is so important. Without it going for your passion is pretty much impossible. It sucks when you have people who say they will help you and support you and then as soon you start going somewhere with it, they back off or make you feel horrible about yourself all the time. It really stinks. I know, because I am also speaking from my own personal experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;But obstacles/ trials/ hard times are good for us. I know because we learn from it. We wouldn't make any progress in any way if we didn't have opposition. ;) That's how we get better, how we can change ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love life. I know some people don't think so because they like to twist my comments into something else but it is true. Life is great. I love my family, I am grateful for my friends and even my trials. I don't always like my hard times while going through it but I see afterwards how much it has helped me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Stop telling your God how big your storm is! Tell your storm how big your God is!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-8421220268752549579?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8421220268752549579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=8421220268752549579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/8421220268752549579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/8421220268752549579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/geez-why-is-that-tuesday-april-20th.html' title='Geez why is that? Tuesday April 20th 2010...'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-7896036085043080817</id><published>2010-04-15T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T17:07:23.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wieder mal so ein Tag... (15.04.2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boar heute ist mal wieder so ein Tag wo ich am liebsten ein paar Teile von rausschneiden moechte. Ich weiss schon warum ich nicht gerne mit beiden Jungs einkaufen fahre. Horror pur! :( Aber der Stress ging schon vorher los. Bevor ich Josh vom Kindergarten abgeholt habe, musste ich noch einen Nudelsalat bei unserer FHV-Leiterin abgeben, da heute eine Beerdigung war. Hey ich war 2 Minuten aus dem Auto und Nathan hat ein Mords-Theater veranstaltet nur weil ich es gewagt habe ihn nicht mitzunehmen. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH die restliche Fahrt bis zu Josh's Kindergarten hat er also einen wahnsinnigen Bock gehabt. :( Gut, dass ich mich aufs Autofahren konzentrieren musste, so haben wir es beide ueberlebt. ;) Hab mir nur immer wieder gut zugeredet. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Leider war das nicht das Ende. Auf dem Weg zum einkaufen (nachdem wir Josh eingeladen hatten) schlief Nathan zum Glueck ein. Doch kaum waren wir beim Commissarry ging der naechste Stress los. Man ey da hatte dieser bloede Einkaufswagen doch nur ein Lenkrad und nicht zwei und Nathan wollte es auf keinen Fall, dass Josh dort auch mit anfasst. So bruellten sie beide und ich habe nur die Zaehne zusammen gebissen und versucht mich da durch zu atmen bis alles wieder ruhiger wurde. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nathan ist und bleibt ein schrecklicher Sturkopf. Wenn ihm etwas nicht passt geht's aber los. Wenn ich ihn in sein Zimmer sperre und er nicht raus kann weil ich die Tuer zu halte, holt er sich irgendwann irgendwelche Spielzeuge und schmeisst diese gegen die Tuer/ Wand. Er muss immer schoen laut sein. Leise geht's ja mal gar nicht. Scheint noch nicht ganz zu begreiffen, dass ihm das nichts bringt. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vor ein paar Sonntagen hatte er auch waehrend der Abendsmahlsversammlung einen Bock und ich bin raus mit ihm in einen Klassenraum. Da er auch nicht sitzen bleibt wenn ich ihn als Strafe auf einen Stuhl setze, habe ich ihn irgendwann kurzerhand auf den Schoss genommen und festgehalten bis er ruhiger wurde und bereit war sich fuer sein Benehmen zu entschuldigen. ;) Jetzt wenn er ausrastet und ich mit ihm in den Raum gehe, sitze ich kaum und er entschuldigt sich sofort. Hmmm mag wohl nicht auf meinem Schoss sitzen, wie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mutter zu sein ist echt harte Arbeit und ich bin ja nun auch ein relativ ungeduldiger/ temperamentvoller Mensch. Da kann man mal wieder sehen, dass der himmlische Vater einen Sinn fuer Humor hat. Er moechte das ich lerne mein Temprament zu zuegeln. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aber trotzdem liebe ich meine Jungs ueber alles. Ja klar sie gehen mir tierisch auf den Keks und das reichlich oft, aber sie sind dann auch wieder so suess und schnuckelig und Nathan hat so ein suesses Gesichtchen mit speckigen Wangen in die ich immer nur reinkneifen moechte. Hahahahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-7896036085043080817?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7896036085043080817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=7896036085043080817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/7896036085043080817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/7896036085043080817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/wieder-mal-so-ein-tag-15042010.html' title='Wieder mal so ein Tag... (15.04.2010)'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-5372145849294688593</id><published>2010-04-05T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T10:16:42.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday April 5th 2010...(Easter monday in Germany)</title><content type='html'>What an amazing weekend we had. It was incredible and awesome. I loved almost every minute of it and enjoy the time with Nick's family so much. :)&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I was able to go to one of my mission reunions for the first time. It was awesome!!!! Well parts of it was awesome. ;) They even had bagpipes and drums there at the beginning and that was so cool. Loved it. The next part was mostly boring and soooooooooooooooooooooooo long. Man! People I don't know talking about who knows what FOREVER. I was like what the heck is this? That was actually the moment I was sad about not having my kids there because they would have been a great excuse to go outside with them for a while. ;) lol but I survived those 1 1/2 hours somehow and then we finally got split up in groups so we had little meetings/ get togethers with our mission president/s. It was great to see people again. There weren't that many there I knew this time but at least my last 2 "zoneleaders" one of my companions and one "sister" who served in my zone during my last 6 weeks. :) It was cool to catch up abit and think about those good old times. :) It was also great to see the office couple again I hadn't seen since they went home and other people I recognized even though I never really served around them. I also met a couple who used to be in my last ward on my mission. SOOOOOOOOOOOO cool to meet great people again after a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was filled with family-fun. We had a nice easter breakfast as a family. Nick has 5 siblings and now that most of them are married and we are having kids too we are getting bigger. I am sure my in-laws love having all 5 grandkids around and it is fun to hang out with all of them because I really do feel like part of the family. Later we watched both sessions of General conference and then went out to dinner as a family since it was my mother-in-laws birthday. :) At night we got to hang out with Nick's best friend and his wife. It was awesome. I love those two they are soooooooooooooooooooo freaking hilarious and always make me laugh. (But it shouldn't surprise me very much though. Nick's best friend Scot actually has a lot of scottish blood in him, so of course he is going to be funny.) ;)&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday then Nick and I went to Salt Lake to be live at General conference. It was amazing. Thanks to my uncle (who is a seventy) we had pretty good seats and it was just so great to be there. What an amazing and spiritual experience. :) The best part definitely was when we had the intermediate hymn: "I know what my redeemer lives". Wow it was so touching and brought tears to my eyes when we all sang the last verse together. Singing something like that with 21000 is just incredible. :)&lt;br /&gt;After that we had lunch with my uncle, aunt and cousin/s at my uncle's office in the Church Office building. That too was pretty cool because Nick and I kind of felt like VIP's (Church VIP's of course). ;) lol. It was great to spend some time with them again. I hadn't seen them in a while so that was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;It is so wonderful to hear the church leaders speak and to feel the spirit. I am so grateful that we were able to come here for a long weekend. It was totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;I love life when it is like this. Keeps you going, doesn;t it? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-5372145849294688593?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5372145849294688593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=5372145849294688593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/5372145849294688593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/5372145849294688593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/monday-april-5th-2010easter-monday-in.html' title='Monday April 5th 2010...(Easter monday in Germany)'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-8585433688302317499</id><published>2010-03-27T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T23:18:59.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>27. Maerz 2010... Samstag</title><content type='html'>So mal wieder Zeit ein paar Zeilen in meinen Blog zu schreiben. Im Moment ist es mal wieder richtig verrueckt hier bei uns. Ich falle hier von einer Geschichte in die naechste.&lt;br /&gt;Vor ein paar Wochen bin ich auf dem Rueckweg vom Flughafen an einer Ampel geblitzt worden. :( Ich wollte abbiegen und bin in die Kreuzung gefahren da aber so viel Verkehr war, habe ich natuerlich in erster Linie darauf geachtet keinen Unfall zu bauen und merkwuerdigerweise wurde die Ampel auch super schnell rot und tja da blitzte es auch schon einige male. :( Diese Woche kam dann das Ticket. Mein allererstes Strafticket. Ich kann meine Punkte (die ich kriegen wuerde) wieder beseitigen wenn ich fuer einen Tag zur Verkehrsschule gehe. Doof aber der Hammer ist wie viel ich bezahlen soll. Die wollen tatsaechlich fast $500 haben. Ich habe da mehrmals hingucken muessen und konnte es immer noch nicht glauben. Die ersten 2 Tage war ich einfach nur Stinkesauer. Boar ich hab fast die Krise gekriegt und haette den am liebsten mal gesagt, wo sie sich das Ticket hinstecken koennen, aber das waere ja nicht so nett gewesen, oder? Trotzdem sehe ich nach wie vor nicht ein warum ich soooooooooo viel Geld blechen soll. Das ist einfach nur daneben und unfair. Ich sag ja nicht das ich gar nichts zahlen will, aber das ist doch mal fett krass, oder? Alter die haben doch eine Macke hier! Mal sehen was wir jetzt machen, die Ami's rennen doch mit allem Kram vor Gericht und das geben sie einem sogar gleich als Moeglichkeit an wenn man einen Strafzettel kriegt. Aber wer weiss ob ich dann noch die Punkte abarbeiten darf. Wir haben 2 Polizisten in der Gemeinde muss mich mal bei denen erkundigen.&lt;br /&gt;So und nachdem sich der erste Aerger gelegt hatte, kriegte ich einen weiteren Brief vom Gericht. Dieses mal eine "Einladung" um als Geschworene fuer eine Gerichtsverhandlung anzutreten. Ich musste fast lachen. Hahaha die haben ja Nerven und einen Interessanten Sinn fuer Humor. ;) "Nee is klar! " Was freue ich mich jetzt diesem wundervollen Gericht "helfen" zu duerfen. Was fuer eine Ehre das doch das ist. Darauf habe ich schon so lange gewartet. Wie schoen das es jetzt gerade passt!" (Fuer alle die den Sarkasmus nicht herausgelesen haben, es hat nur so sarkastisch getropft!) hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Tja so kanns gehen. Und noch einen Hammer kurz nachdem ich dieses doofe Ticket gekriegt habe, ist mir doch auf der Rueckfahrt von meiner Freundin so ein armes wenn auch bloedes Haesschen unters Auto gelaufen. :( Ich dachte ich krieg echt zuviel. Und glaub mal nicht, dass das das Ende ist. Neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee voll nicht. Vorgestern dann sprang mein Auto nicht an. Boar so ganz nach dem Motto: "Ein Unglueck kommt selten allein!" Ich hatte echt keinen Bock mehr und haette am liebsten gesagt: "Ich gehe jetzt ins Bett und stehe erst wieder auf, wenn nicht mehr alles gegen mich ist." Zum Glueck habe ich meinen Sinn fuer Humor relativ schnell wiedergefunden. Der hatte sich schleunigst aus dem Staube gemacht als ich mein Ticket gekriegt habe, aber hat sich dann schnell ueberlegt zurueck zu kommen. Ist ja klar ich wuerde mich auch vermissen wenn ich der Sinn fuer Humor waere. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Gestern und heute war es dann aber ganz gut. Gestern habe ich mal wieder eine Party fuer meine Freunde geschmissen und auch wenn das immer einen langen Tag mit einer Menge Vorbereitungen bedeutet, ist es doch immer wieder schoen eine nette Gruppe um uns zu haben und einfach miteinander Spass zu haben und zu lachen. :) Heute dann hatte ich eine Babyshower, dann eine "Gold-Party" und danach sind Nick und ich zum Tempel gefahren um eine Session zu machen. Kaum war diese zuende, schnappte uns der Siegler und bat uns noch schnell bei einer Siegelung auszuhelfen. Offenbar herrschte da heute Flaute denn normalerweise ist der Tempel (besonders an einem Samstag) immer ziemlich voll, aber da wir im Moment "Fruehjahrsferien" haben, war es ziemlich leer. Der Siegler machte sich sogar noch einen Spass daraus uns nach dem "Ja-Wort" kuessen zu lassen. Boar und das mit mir wo mir so was doch sowieso schon so schwer faellt. ;) Als wir uns dann aufmachten den Tempel zu verlassen, hielt uns noch ein Bruder an und wollte wissen ob wir noch eine Session machen wollte. Man denen muss ja heute echt langweilig gewesen sein. ;) Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;So das war es erst einmal wieder aus meinem Leben. Hab meine Jungs heute kaum gesehen, aber ehrlich gesagt habe ich das ziemlich genossen und die beiden haben sich echt gefreut wenn sie mich mal fuer ein paar Minuten begruessen konnten. :)&lt;br /&gt;Und hier der Witz der Woche. Ich fand den so super herrlich und habe den schon als e-mail herumgeschickt, aber der muss ganz einfach verewigt werden: "Two Martinis, bitte." "Dry?" "Nein, I said TWO!" hahahahahahahahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-8585433688302317499?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8585433688302317499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=8585433688302317499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/8585433688302317499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/8585433688302317499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/27-maerz-2010-samstag.html' title='27. Maerz 2010... Samstag'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-7395780578353263943</id><published>2010-03-10T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T09:07:31.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday March 10th 2010</title><content type='html'>It is about time to write again. As much as I love writing and such sometimes it is a pain to sit down and start but once I did, it usually goes quickly. :)&lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks have been crazy busy but also very boring. Sometimes I really don't care about doing anything in the house and then I feel bad when it looks super untidy and gross to me. I am so addicted to facebook but even that got me bored at times. ;)&lt;br /&gt;We had a few cool things going on, like: Josh got accepted at the Albert Einstein Academy! I am so excited for him and us. It looks like a great opportunity for him to really learn german in school and start a great education from kindergarten on. It makes me happy and I truly hope with Nick leaving the Navy and all we will be able to stay here and enjoy a happy life in beautiful San Diego. :)&lt;br /&gt;Josh and Nathan are cute and sweet (even though they drive me crazy so much). They are pretty good at playing with each other and entertaining each other, but they are also very good at fighting with each other. Josh loves to tease his younger brother so much and just enjoys taking toys away from Nathan so he starts crying. But from what I heard he is super sweet and gentle with little baby's. He's told us a few times now that we needed another baby and while driving to preschool one day he told his friend Dallin in the car that he would have a little sister that night. Dallin was like: "Really? He is going to have a sister tonight?" I am like "NO!" hahahaha if it was that easy to have a baby I would probably have much more by now. ;) So yeah the hints are there I guess. And I mean all my friends right now have super cute little baby's so the question is when we will be joining them. ;)&lt;br /&gt;With my acting not much is happening. It is pretty depressing at times but I enjoy trying and while waiting I continue to love my life as a Mom and housewife. Sometimes I am really close to just give up but this has been my life-long dream I can not just quit because it doesn't happen quickly or the way I like it. I know I will be blessed if I stick to what I feel is right and true to me and if I continue to be myself. I also know that patience has never been something I was good at so the Lord is probably just working on me with that. ;) I am just that kind of a person that when I am excited about something, I have to do it right then and if it doesn't work out or takes a while I get frustrated and disappointed, yeah even depressed because I feel like I am maybe not good enough, pretty enough or skinny enough. :( But then I want to fight for it and continue to try it because I might not be a drop-dead-georgous model-type but I do have some qualities myself and I don't think I am super ugly so I try to see it with my sense of humor and laugh about it. I am not so stubborn for nothing. :D It is not always easy to see it with some humor and can get me down at times, but I am on it and will continue to love trying. You can't succeed or fail if you don't try. :)&lt;br /&gt;Nick has finished his last class and has done it with honors. He will have his MBA diploma soon and I am so very proud of him for sticking to it and finishing it next to working full-time and for taking care of us as his family. :) It has been rough at times but he made it and did such a great job. Now he is looking into jobs after he leaves the Navy this summer. I am excited and nervous about this next part of life because despite all the bad things and experiences I had with the military it was a good thing for us and I do know it was meant for us during that time.&lt;br /&gt;I continue to hope and pray that Nick will find a good job he likes doing and that we can stay here. I just love San Diego so much. It really is my home now and I don't want to leave at all. I feel I belong here if this makes sense. :)&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back it is kind of weird. Because growing up my biggest dream was always acting but also visiting the United States. (LA/ Hollywood since that's because of my acting) but I felt in love with San Diego when I visited my friends here 1998 for the first time. There were things I had to get used to but I am home here and I can feel this is the right place to be. I love my little family, my friends, my ward, my life here.&lt;br /&gt;I feel truly blessed with everything I have and I am grateful to have such a strong testimony in heavenly father and his son Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;"It isn't always easy, but it is totally worth it..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-7395780578353263943?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7395780578353263943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=7395780578353263943&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/7395780578353263943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/7395780578353263943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/wednesday-march-10th-2010.html' title='Wednesday March 10th 2010'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-1778153414792724508</id><published>2010-02-20T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T13:23:04.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Samstag 20. Februar 2010...</title><content type='html'>Ach mensch es ist so schrecklich. Gestern war einfach kein guter Tag. :( Vormittags rief mich eine Freundin an und bat mich sie in die Notaufnahme zu bringen da sie Schmerzen im Brustbereich hatte. Ich fuhr dann auch so schnell wie moeglich los, aber da rief sich mich an und sagte, dass die FHV-Leiterin sie bringen konnte und auch die Zeit hatte bei ihr zu bleiben. Sie verbrachte also den restlichen Tag im Krankenhaus und es wurden viele Tests durchgefuehrt, aber so wie es aussieht war es nur eine Reaktion auf ein neues Medikament das sie bekommen hatte. Ich hatte abends ein Casting und dann meine Klasse und bekam eine SMS von ihr das es ihr eben gut ginge. Ich schrieb zurueck und fragte was es denn gewesen war und sie mir wieder, dass sie mich spaeter anrufen wuerde da der kleine Sohn unserer einen Freundin verstorben war. Ich konnte das gar nicht glauben und fassen und hoffte die ganze Zeit, dass sie sich einfach nur vertippt hatte. Selbstverstaendlich konnte ich mich dann nur noch schwer auf meine Klasse konzentrieren und ich machte mir riesige Gedanken um meine Freundin und die Familie die gerade ihr Baby verloren hatten. :(&lt;br /&gt;Ich kam erst ziemlich spaet nach Hause und erst um kurz nach 23.00 Uhr rief mich meine Freundin zurueck. Sie erzaehlte mir, dass der Vater den kleinen zum Mittagsschlaefchen hingelegt hatte und er hat sich dann wohl auf seinen Bauch/ Gesicht gedreht und bisher ist die Vermutung das er erstickt ist. Er hatte eine Erkaeltung aber sonst war er gesund. Wie furchtbar das doch alles ist. Ich kann mir ziemlich gut vorstellen wie es den jungen Eltern jetzt gehen muss. Meine groesste Angst ist es eines meiner Kinder zu verlieren.&lt;br /&gt;Natuerlich haben wir einen gewissen Trost da wir durch unsere Kirche und unseren Glauben schon wissen, dass es ein Wiedersehen geben wird, aber trotzdem ist das etwas was man nur schwer verarbeiten kann. :(&lt;br /&gt;Als ich vor 2 Jahren bei meiner Familie in Deutschland war, waere Nathan auch einmal fast erstickt da ich vergessen hatte das Babyfon anzustellen und er sich unter seiner dicken Winterdecke verhaspelt hatte. Ich war ausgegangen und Mama hat (zum Glueck) irgendwann mal nachgesehen und hoerte ihn sehr leise und unterdrueckt weinen. Er war schon richtig aufgeloest, voellig verschwitzt und konnte sich nur schwer wieder beruhigen. Ich fuehlte mich so schrecklich als ich nach Hause kam.&lt;br /&gt;Was tut mir meine Freundin und dessen Familie leid. Ich moechte ihr so gerne helfen, aber ein gebrochenes Herz kann man nicht heilen. Seit gestern Abend bin ich selbstverstaendlich sehr emotionell denn auch mich nimmt das sehr mit und ich weiss, dass es meinen anderen Freundinnen ebenfalls so geht.&lt;br /&gt;Ich bin so muede vom vielen weinen und davon das ich letzte Nacht kaum geschlafen habe weil ich so viel gruebeln musste. Es tut mir in der Seele weh. Meine Freundin und ihr Mann haben schon so viele Pruefungen hinter sich. Er ist schon seit einiger Zeit arbeitslos, sie haben bei ihm einen Gehirntumor festgestellt. Er hatte bereits eine OP wird naechste Woche aber noch einmal operiert werden muessen und jetzt stirbt auch noch das Baby. :(&lt;br /&gt;Es ist alles so unfair und dann denke ich doch immer wieder, dass ich ja so selbstsuechtig bin da ich wirklich hoffe und bete, dass uns das nicht passieren wird.&lt;br /&gt;Ich bin einfach so unendlich dankbar fuer die Kinder die ich habe. Ich liebe meine Jungs ueber alles und moechte sie auf keinen Fall wieder hergeben muessen.&lt;br /&gt;Dann bekam ich heute wieder eine e-mail von meiner Mutter das es meiner Cousine (die zur Zeit wegen einer schlimmen Bauchspeicheldruesenentzuendung auf der Intensivstation liegt, alles direkt nach der Geburt ihres Babys) etwas schlechter geht. Sie hat jetzt auch noch Probleme mit dem Herzen und somit sorgen wir uns auch um sie.&lt;br /&gt;Ausserdem liegt eine Freundin von mir in einer Spezialklinik ebenfalls in ernster Angelegenheit. Sie haben einen Pneumothorax und mittlerweile hat sich herausgestellt, dass sie ein Loch in der Lunge hat mit Eiter. So auch ihr geht es gar nicht gut und es sieht ernst aus.&lt;br /&gt;Im Moment scheint es wirklich wieder von allen Seiten zu kommen. Natuerlich schliesse ich alle in meine Gebete mit ein und hoffe, dass es bald wieder bergauf geht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trösten ist eine Kunst des Herzens. Sie besteht oft nur darin, liebevoll zu schweigen und schweigend mitzuleiden.Otto von Leixner (von Grünberg)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-1778153414792724508?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1778153414792724508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=1778153414792724508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/1778153414792724508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/1778153414792724508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/samstag-20-februar-2010.html' title='Samstag 20. Februar 2010...'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-4270039101947595364</id><published>2010-02-09T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:10:02.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday February 9th 2010...</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking a lot today and it all had to do with my faith and beliefs. I actually watched a nice interview about our church but then you come across interviews/ reports about the Mormon church that aren't nice at all.&lt;br /&gt;I have been wondering about this so many times but I just don't understand why people do that. I mean what do they get out of it by bashing a church they don't know enough about? I am trying to be a very tolerant person and I try to accept others the way they are, but I also expect them to do the same for me. Usually if someone wants to attack/ criticize or bash the Mormon church it doesn't take them long to find stuff they can use. I just think it is very interesting how they interview people who might not be active anymore and have had some kind of bad experience with other people within the church or they felt they were forced to do things, well I have news for you. Nobody is perfect. You will find people who do mistakes in our church or anywhere else in the world. We make mistakes and we learn from them. That's how it should go, right? So why does it matter so much when someone who is a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day-Saints does something wrong? We are humans just as people in a catholic church or any religion or non religion! Why can't we just accept the way we are and be nice to each other even though we might not believe the same things?&lt;br /&gt;Why do people have to tell lies and spread dirty rumors about my church instead of just really asking how it is?&lt;br /&gt;And why do people even care what's going on in a different church? I thought it was the funniest thing when I heard for the first time that people got actually offended about a cross infront of a church or on a hill or something like that. Why do they care? If you don't believe in it why bother making a big deal about it? Nobody forces them to look at it if they don't like it. It just doesn't make sense to me whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;Those questions bug me and I try to figure out why people do that. I do understand it to a point because it is easier to believe things that are negative then the positive things because for the positive things we want proof, right?&lt;br /&gt;I have been a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day-Saints my whole life. I never felt forced in any way and I like the rules/ commandments we have. I know many people in the world think we have all those strict rules and can't really decide for ourselves. Well guess what, that's crap. I can still choose what I want to do. I still have my free agency. There might be consequences in one way or another but consequences are everywhere in life. And to be honest I feel free from a lot of things. Because of my beliefs I don't have to worry about getting addicted to cigarettes, coffee or alcohol. I don't see that as an restriction. I like it. I hate the smell of cigarettes, I don't like the coffee smell either and the same with alcohol. I see it as a blessing because I know I will never be drunk and that I won't remember what happened the night before and I can always drive. :)&lt;br /&gt;I have had people ask me "how I could have fun at parties without drinking alcohol". Well I usually stay away from parties where alcohol is involved just because I don't like to be around people who change to a different person when drunk. I know not everyone is like that but I just don't feel comfortable in those suroundings. But that doesn't stop me from having fun. I've been to plenty of parties without alcohol and I have thrown plenty of parties myself. We have plenty of fun. I still have a dry sense of humor even though I am sober. ;) Besides if you can only have fun after getting wasted then there is something seriously wrong with this picture.&lt;br /&gt;All this is just my own opinion. It is how I feel about those things for myself. If you enjoy alcohol that's fine with me. I am not trying to change others I am just trying to explain why some things are the way they are.&lt;br /&gt;When it came to Prop 8 I was shocked about the outcome afterwards. I think it is very interesting that because people had chosen to vote with yes they were bashed and everything else. Again I try to tolerate others and their ideas and beliefs but that doesn't stop me from making my own decisions and chosing/ voting the way I think is right for me and my family. Our church got bashed and called racists and such, but why? We were just taking up our right as everyone else did. It is always the sour loser who gets mad, but why? It doesn't have to be like that.&lt;br /&gt;If a church like ours gets bashed so much it only shows me I am doing the right thing. Why else would anybody feel the need to attack and bash?&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful that I know that God lives and that I have a real purpose in life. I am grateful that I have so many friends even though they might not share my beliefs. We can still be friends and like each other even though we go to a different church. It all has to do with our attitude. We decide how we feel and what we choose and believe. It's always up to us. I choose to stand up for something I believe is right for me. But that might not be right for others so what?&lt;br /&gt;I want a better world. I want people to be more willing to accept others the way they are. I also want people to understand that nobody is perfect. Members of our church make mistakes just as others do too. Why to judge a whole church by mistakes of individuals?&lt;br /&gt;Life is so wonderful and I am grateful that I am here on earth for a reason. I know I have to learn many more things and I still have a lot of trials ahead of me too. But would we appreciate all the wonderful things in life if we didn't have opposition? So yeah thinking about it now makes me realize that I am grateful that people give me and my church a hard time. Because it reminds my why I belief and that everything has a reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-4270039101947595364?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4270039101947595364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=4270039101947595364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/4270039101947595364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/4270039101947595364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/tuesday-february-9th-2010.html' title='Tuesday February 9th 2010...'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-7264826280369834466</id><published>2010-02-02T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T14:04:56.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday February 2nd...</title><content type='html'>How crazy is that? We have February already? It won't be long anymore and 2010 is over too. ;) &lt;br /&gt;This morning was definitely crazy. My friend picked up Josh to take him to preschool. So I took him outside to put him in her car and left Nathan in the house. He was pretty mad that I wasn't taking him with, but I knew it wouldn't take long and he had no shoes on. As soon as I was done I went back to the house and the door was locked. Yep my 2 1/2 year old had locked the door. I heard him crying on and off but it was still more him being mad and as much as I tried to convince him to come back to the door to open it, he stayed away from the door stubborn as that little stinker is. ;) I also got Josh out of the car again hoping he could make him to open the door but nope that didn't do anything either. My friend April called then another friend who I thought still had a key from our house but she didn't answer her phone. I heard Nathan being upset on and off and considered calling Nick at work.&lt;br /&gt;But then I thought maybe he can open our back door. So I went around the house and knocked on our patio door. He was playing with the phone right then but came running as soon as he saw me. After a few tries he was able to open that door and I was able to return into the house. ;) That child! Thinking about it later he probably didn't really realize that he had locked the door and was mad, that I wasn't coming back in.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well life has to be crazy sometimes to take the boring out of it. ;) Note to myself, don't ever leave the house without a key in the pocket!!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;Besides that situation everything is good. I had an audition yesterday and even though it was freaking me out and I was pretty nervous, it was good and I think I didn't do too bad. Sadly the scene I was doing was very funny but I still got a few chuckles out of people at one point so that is good. (I just wish I could show off my dry sense of humor more, but oh well.) I have another audition (for a studentfilm) on Thursday and so we will see how that goes. My nerves are definitely kicking my butt when it comes to castings and auditions but hey that makes the whole thing more exciting. :) Acting is just so much fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-7264826280369834466?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7264826280369834466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=7264826280369834466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/7264826280369834466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/7264826280369834466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/tuesday-february-2nd.html' title='Tuesday February 2nd...'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-424779939314347820</id><published>2010-01-27T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T16:16:07.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday January 27th 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ich kann es einfach nicht glauben, dass der Januar jetzt schon wieder fast vorbei ist. Wo bleibt nur die Zeit? Josh geht gerne in den Kindergarten und geniesst die Zeit mit seinen Freunden aber auch das lernen sehr. Gestern hat er zum ersten mal Hausaufgaben mit nach Hause bekommen. Fand ich direkt niedlich. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jetzt am Freitag haben wir einen Termin mit der Albert Einstein Academy, eine deutsch/amerikanische Schule und selbstverstaendlich hoffen wir, dass er angenommen wird. Es kann fuer ihn doch nichts besseres geben als von Anfang an auch in der Schule mit beiden Sprachen heranzuwachsen. :) Umso groesser ist die Chance das er auch beide Sprachen beibehaelt und sich nicht irgendwann stur anstellt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nick hat jetzt seine letzte Klasse fuer sein MBA. Er haelt sich viel in der Bibliothek auf um zu lernen und versucht sich sehr darauf zu konzentrieren. Es ist natuerlich wieder eine Menge Stress fuer ihn, denn auch auf der Arbeit gibt es jede Menge zu tun, aber bald hat er es ja geschafft. Wir koennen es alle kaum noch abwarten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hier sind mal wieder ein paar Fotos von unseren Jungs samt Josie.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/S2DVz43CvBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hZ6QySvwNMo/s1600-h/IMG_6769.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431576238022114322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/S2DVz43CvBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hZ6QySvwNMo/s320/IMG_6769.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/S2DWm3fv13I/AAAAAAAAAEs/QyZ-0h7_c98/s1600-h/IMG_6772.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431577113829300082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/S2DWm3fv13I/AAAAAAAAAEs/QyZ-0h7_c98/s320/IMG_6772.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/S2DXEbXFVqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/aflDmRnnOgc/s1600-h/IMG_6775.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431577621672842914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/S2DXEbXFVqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/aflDmRnnOgc/s320/IMG_6775.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-424779939314347820?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/424779939314347820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=424779939314347820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/424779939314347820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/424779939314347820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/wednesday-january-27th-2010.html' title='Wednesday January 27th 2010'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/S2DVz43CvBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hZ6QySvwNMo/s72-c/IMG_6769.JPG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-5489148917182299513</id><published>2010-01-12T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T15:31:15.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday January 12th... back at preschool</title><content type='html'>Today was Josh's first day back at preschool. It was kind of funny because  we had to sign him up at a different one this time (the other one was full) and so when I started going a different direction he was getting really worried "Mama ich will doch zum Kindergarten... Mom I want to go to preschool". I told him that he would but that we had to go to a different place this time. It is quite a drive (well not really but compared to the last place it is) and so I dropped him off. He was a bit weirded out at first because the teachers are different too but he loved it.&lt;br /&gt;Nathan freaked out though. He actually thinks that with screaming super loud he can change my mind. Well too bad for him but I am just as stubborn as he is. I would have liked to leave him there too but he is not old enough yet. ;)&lt;br /&gt;But he had fun too. I went to the gym after I dropped Josh off and he got to stay in the "kids zone". It is almost like preschool too. So he had a blast and I did too because I was able to finally work out again and it felt so good. :)&lt;br /&gt;Nick and I talked about it yesterday. I had been emotionally drained and stressed about different things the past few weeks and so I wasn't really a nice person towards my family. He actually told me to go back to feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-5489148917182299513?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5489148917182299513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=5489148917182299513&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/5489148917182299513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/5489148917182299513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/tuesday-january-12th-back-at-preschool.html' title='Tuesday January 12th... back at preschool'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-9182589035621096134</id><published>2010-01-04T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:37:18.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3. Januar 2010 Montag...</title><content type='html'>Vielleicht spricht aus mir nur die Erkaeltung/ Krankheit aber es ueberrascht mich doch immer wieder von neuem, dass manche nur deine Freunde sind (und fuer dich da) wenn du das tust was sie wollen. Ich bin einfach so muede davon anderen hinter-her-zu-laufen und habe ehrlich gesagt keine Lust mehr dazu. :(&lt;br /&gt;Bedeutet Freundschaft gar nichts mehr? Aber wie gesagt vermutlich sprechen durch mich die weinerlichen Krankheitshormone oder so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-9182589035621096134?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9182589035621096134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=9182589035621096134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/9182589035621096134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/9182589035621096134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-januar-2010-montag.html' title='3. Januar 2010 Montag...'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-4633699303976856566</id><published>2009-12-26T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T21:46:46.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Christmas day in Germany... December 26th 2009</title><content type='html'>My thoughts are going crazy right now. I just finished my grandma's "book of life" or "a book of her life" and I am pretty touched and a bit sad too. It is such a wonderful and special gift to me because I do love my grandma very much and I have always been very close to her. She is going to be 75 years old on December 31 and reading all those stories about her and my loved one's makes me miss them.&lt;br /&gt;My cousin and my grandma made this book together this year and they printed it too. It looks awesome and has so many wonderful pictures in there, some I haven't even seen before. I love it and it is definitely my most precious christmas gift. :)&lt;br /&gt;One picture that made me pretty sad is of my grandpa. It is taken the day before he passed away (over 7 1/2 years ago) and I never saw it before. I was on my mission when he died and it was hard but I know I am going to see him again.&lt;br /&gt;The last time I saw him was April 2nd 2002 (a month before he passed on). I came over to say good bye to him and my grandma before leaving for the MTC. I remember hugging him, starting to walk away (he had been very ill with cancer at that time) and when I turned back, I saw him crying. I never saw him crying before so that was so hard for me. Just writing about it makes me very emotional but I want to share with everyone how dear he was to me.&lt;br /&gt;What a blessing it is to have the knowledge I have. I am so grateful that I know that I will see him (and my other grandpa as well) again. I am grateful that I have a wonderful family and in-law-family and that I know even when we die, we will be together again. Life isn't over after death and I know that I am a daughter of God. It isn't just that I learn that in church I feel it in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I had been feeling kind of depressed and disappointed today even a bit angry about things that happened in the past fewe weeks. But after reading my grandma's story I realized that none of these things really matter. What matters is, that I know that I have  a wonderful family, that I know that God loves me and that he is there for me whenever I need him (especially during hard and tough times) and that I can do anything as long as I trust in the Lord and do my part.&lt;br /&gt;Life is tough and trials are no fun, but they make us stronger in the end. I have to admit I miss my family like crazy right now but with this wonderful book I feel even more closer to each and one of them.&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for the Christmas season when we get to reflect on those most important things in life and family is definitely one of it.&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite quotes say's it all: "I never said it would be easy, I only said it would be worth it!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-4633699303976856566?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4633699303976856566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=4633699303976856566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/4633699303976856566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/4633699303976856566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/2nd-christmas-day-in-germany-december.html' title='2nd Christmas day in Germany... December 26th 2009'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-7594884508349960312</id><published>2009-12-20T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T14:55:20.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonntag 20.12.09 4. Advent...</title><content type='html'>Ist es nicht erstaunlich, wie viele selbsuechtige und ungerechte Menschen es gibt? Es gibt nichts was mich mehr aergert und aufregt als wenn mir ein sogannter Freund/in meint mich entweder unter Druck setzen zu muessen, oder aber sich das Recht heraus nimmt mir ihre Meinung zu sagen aber sofort beleidgt ist wenn man etwas erwidert. :( Nichts nervt mich mehr und ich habe es satt. Im Augenblick muss ich mich leider wieder mit so etwas herumaergern und es gibt mir im wahrsten Sinne des Wortes Magenschmerzen. :( Ich kann es einfach nicht leiden und ich bin auch nicht gewillt mir das bieten zu lassen. Ich finde es einfach nur aetzend das manche nur sich selbst und ihren eigenen Vorteil im Auge haben dabei sollte es doch wohl "gleiches Recht fuer alle sein", oder? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aber es gibt auch schoenes zu berichten, zum Beispiel sind wir jetzt gerade bei meiner Schwiegerfamilie und das ist wirklich nett. Wir sind gestern den ganzen Tag gefahren und haben mit 3 Pausen (2x tanken) gut 12 Stunden gebraucht. Ist natuerlich eine lange Strecke, aber unsere Jungs haben super mitgemacht und auch unsere Josie hat das alles prima ueberstanden. Hier ist es schoen winterlich kalt und hier und da liegt auch noch Schnee und so kommt doch endlich etwas mehr Weihnachtsstimmung auf. :)&lt;br /&gt;Mein kleiner Neffe wurde heute gesegnet und er ist ja so ein niedliches kleines Kerlchen. Er sieht seinem Papa wie aus dem Gesicht geschnitten aus und hat das gleiche Laecheln wie seine grosse Schwester. Im Augenblick sind alle bei den Eltern meiner Schwaegerin aber da unser Nathan doch ganz schoen durch den Wind ist, bin ich mit ihm zurueck nach Hause gefahren um hier ein wenig Ruhe zu geniessen. Da auch meine Schwaegerin eine grosse Familie hat ist da natuerlich eine Menge los und ich muss zugeben, ich geniesse die Entspannung hier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ansonsten war in der letzten Woche viel los. Ich bin 3x nach LA zu einem Casting gefahren und werde langsam zur geuebten Fahrerin. Auch als wir hier her gefahren sind, habe ich den ersten Teil der Strecke uebernommen und bis Las Vegas bin ich gefahren. Ja, ja ich mache mich und darueber bin ich sehr stolz. :)&lt;br /&gt;Freitagabend hatten wir noch eine Gemeindeweihnachtsfeier und auch das war sehr nett gewesen. Muss allerdings zugeben, dass ich Treffen in kleineren Gruppen bevorzuge. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh und Nathan freuen sich sehr hier bei Oma und Opa sein zu koennen. Sie geniessen auch die Aufmerksamkeit ihrer juengsten Onkel und erfreuen sich an den ganzen Spielsachen die hier noch sind.&lt;br /&gt;Josie verfolgt den armen Hund meiner Schwiegereltern wie verrueckt. Aber sie haelt auch gebuehrenden Abstand vor ihm. Habe gerade beobachtet, wie sie immer stehenblieb wenn er stehenblieb und wenn er weiter ging, ging auch sie langsam weiter. Ich frage mich manchmal was in den Tieren so vor sich geht. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dann will ich mal wieder nach meinem Sohn sehen. Im Augenblick scheint er lieb mit Autos zu spielen, aber das kann sich jederzeit sehr aendern. Kinder sind ja sehr schnell und ganz besonders wenn es ums Bloedsinn machen geht. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-7594884508349960312?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7594884508349960312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=7594884508349960312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/7594884508349960312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/7594884508349960312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/sonntag-201209-4-advent.html' title='Sonntag 20.12.09 4. Advent...'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-7150799079315972495</id><published>2009-12-08T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T13:33:19.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday December 8th 2009...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can I say, I know I am a slacker and I know I suck at writing at my blog sometimes but guess what, I do have a life and so sometimes there are just other things more important...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like playing Farm Ville on Facebook or Pet Society... hahahahahahaha ok that was a super lame excuse. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still can't get over the fact that we have December already. It is sooooooooo crazy and even though I love Christmas season I am always a bit sad when it actually approaches because it means it is almost over. :( Oh well I am still trying to enjoy this wonderful time of the year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just took a new pictures of our boys. Sadly Nathan had his fingers in the door when Josh was closing it so he wasn't very cooperative with me taking a picture so you get to see him how he acts when he has one of his fits moments. ;) He is such a stubborn little guy and it is always a fight here who is more stubborn, him or me. I think I am winning most of the time. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sx62GO3o1gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zpykyfOf5o4/s1600-h/IMG_6757.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412964020332844546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sx62GO3o1gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zpykyfOf5o4/s320/IMG_6757.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sx62F0EJ2HI/AAAAAAAAAEU/e0fnGkzE8Yg/s1600-h/IMG_6755.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412964013137582194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sx62F0EJ2HI/AAAAAAAAAEU/e0fnGkzE8Yg/s320/IMG_6755.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides that I keep running into some weird people while shopping on base. Just this past Friday I went to the Commissary by myself with the boys and I had a huge shopping cart full of groceries. They told me where to go and as I was about to put my groceries down so they could start scanning it, an older lady pulled up from the other side (the exit side I might add) and started putting her stuff infront of mine. :( She didn't care that I was there not that she acknowledged the fact that I was waiting there with 2 little kids. NO she only cared about herself and don't you dare think she hurried up either. No even though she only had a few little things (and I still don't know where she came from and where she got that stuff) she started talking on her cellphone. Man I was so mad and I had to bite my tongue real good not to say anything rude to her. But I figured if I would do so I would not be better than her because her behavior was more than rude. What a selfish person!!!! As soon as she was "finally" gone the girl who packed the groceries in bags appologized a few times and so did the lady who scanned everything. I told them it wasn't their fault and I could totally see on their faces as well that they were pretty irritated by that lady. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am beginning to wonder if I need to learn more patience and that's why I keep running into strange people? Man some people are just so full of themselves. Let's hope there is not another time coming up because I don't know how much longer I can tame my temper. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then yesterday we had to take our Van back to the Shop since the shifting still gives us a hard time. This is #3 at the shop and I am really fed up now. Once they finally fixed this problem we will never return there because they suck!!!!! But since they changed the transmission and we paid a butt-load of money they have to fix the problem first before we can take it somewhere else. :( AHHHHHHHHHHHH cars and repair shop people for some reason I don't think it is a very good combination. ;) Well maybe some time in the future I will actually find a good repair shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I am not all negative I promise. I will have some good thoughts again soon. Good thing I do keep my dry sense of humor so I can either laugh or make fun of the crazy things in life. And tomorrow I have my next acting class again and that is always something to look forward to. I actually have an audition coming up this Saturday so we will see how that goes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is crazy, crazy, crazy but I love it (besides selfish people and not-good-at-their-job-repair-shop-people) :D!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-7150799079315972495?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7150799079315972495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=7150799079315972495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/7150799079315972495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/7150799079315972495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/tuesday-december-8th-2009.html' title='Tuesday December 8th 2009...'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sx62GO3o1gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zpykyfOf5o4/s72-c/IMG_6757.JPG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-4625851997753501254</id><published>2009-11-22T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T21:34:32.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonntag 22. November 2009</title><content type='html'>Gestern war doch ein langer Tag aber es war auch schoen und aufregend. Ich bin wieder mit Nick's Auto nach Hollywood gefahren um an der einen Show als Publikum mitzumachen. Ich muss schon sagen, langsam gewoehne ich mich immer mehr an das Autofahren und habe auch Freude daran. Bis nach Hollywood ist es von uns aus doch eine ganz schoene Strecke und je nach Verkehr kann so zwischen 2-3 Stunden dauern aber es macht mir wie gesagt auch riesigen Spass und ein bisschen Geld habe ich ja auch dafuer bekommen. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Nun muss ich aber dazu sagen, dass ich das alles nicht mache weil ich eine Karriere anstrebe. Es war einfach immer mein Traum etwas mit Schauspielerei zu machen und ich habe wirklich riesige Freude daran. Ich geniesse es einmal in der Woche eine Klasse zu haben die mich ueber verschiedene Dinge mit der Schauspielerei unterrichtet und bin einfach total begeistert. :D Mir tut es so gut und ich bin so viel gluecklicher.&lt;br /&gt;Ich bin auch so unendlich dankbar, dass mich mein Mann so sehr unterstuetzt und das auch gut findet denn ohne ihn waere das ja gar nicht moeglich.&lt;br /&gt;Ich sage mir ganz einfach folgendes: Wenn es das richtige fuer mich ist und ich mich an die Gebote des himmlischen Vaters halte und versuche ein gutes Beispiel fuer andere zu sein, wird er mich sicher auch segnen und es wird das passieren was gut und richtig fuer mich ist. Wenn nichts passiert erfreue ich mich einfach an meinem Hobby und mache das beste daraus. Es heisst doch man soll seine Talente foerdern und na ja ich denke ganz einfach das ich schon irgendwo ein kleines Talent in der Richtung habe und deswegen macht es mir vermutlich auch so viel Freude es groesser zu machen. :D&lt;br /&gt;Ich liebe es wirklich Hausfrau und Mutter zu sein und ich vermisse das Arbeitsleben nicht ein bisschen aber ich sehe dieses nicht als einen wirklichen Job (im Moment ist es sowieso nur ein grosses Hobby) und selbst wenn es irgendwann mal mehr werden sollte, ist es einfach etwas was mich ausfuellt und gluecklich macht. Ich kann es gar nicht genau beschreiben, aber ich liebe es und eine Sache die ich schon immer gerne gemacht habe bzw. auch noch mache ist es andere mit meinem trockenen Humor zum lachen zu bringen. Ich moechte gutes tun und anderen helfen und ihnen das Leben verschoenern und ich denke schon, dass es eine Art von dienen ist wenn man anderen ein Laecheln auf die Lippen zaubern kann, oder?&lt;br /&gt;Ich versuche mich hier gewiss nicht in den Himmel zu preisen ganz sicher nicht. Was ich versuche auszudruecken ist, dass jeder eben verschiedene Talente hat. Ich habe Verwandte die total gut zeichnen und malen koennen (da bin ich eine absolute Oberniete), meine Mutter schreibt mal eben so ein paar Buecher (da habe ich was von ihr geerbt aber trotzdem noch nicht genug), andere sind gut im kochen und backen (auch da habe ich schon ein paar gute Dinge entwickeln koennen und das macht mir Spass), andere koennen Naehen oder stricken (habe ich nicht besonders viel Geduld zu) und ich habe eben etwas in die Richtung Schauspielerei abgekriegt, aber vorallem auch die Geduld dahinter zu stehen und etwas daraus zu machen.&lt;br /&gt;Ich erinnere mich so gerne an die Zeit zurueck wo ich bei "Wings of Music" mitgemacht habe. Was hat mir das Spass gemacht vorallem eben auch "Madam Thenardier" zu singen. :D Gute alte Zeiten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donnerstagnacht bin ich dann in die Premierevorstellung von dem neuen "Twilightfilm" gegangen da mich meine Freundinnen ueberredet haben doch mitzukommen. Der Film war echt super aber ich war doch ganz schoen tot zumal der Film erst nach Mitternacht los ging und ich erst um 3.00 Uhr morgens zuhause war. War aber echt lustig und ich habe die Zeit mit meinen Freundinnen sehr genossen.&lt;br /&gt;Freitag hatte ich dann abends meine Klasse und vorher noch ein Casting fuer einen Film in San Diego. Mal sehen was dabei herauskommt. War auf alle Faelle eine gute Erfahrung und meine "Klassenkameraden" sind auch alle cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan ist zur Zeit wieder erkaeltet. Es zieht sich bei ihm immer ziemlich lange hin. Keine Ahnung woran das liegt denn gerade letzte Woche bin ich mit den Jungs in den Zoo und "Wild Animal Park" gefahren und habe uns somit ordentlich frische Luft verpasst. Diese Jahrespaesse sind echt super. Naechste Woche werden wir sicher Sea World ansteuern und evtl. wieder den Zoo mal schauen. Jetzt im Winter (falls man das hier in San Diego so nennen kann) und vorallem waehrend des Tages sind diese Parks schoen leer. :)&lt;br /&gt;Wir freuen uns aber auch schon riesig auf den Besuch von Nick's Eltern und juengsten Bruedern die am Donnerstag fuer ein paar Tage  zu uns kommen. Es ist ja Thanksgiving und somit koennen wir zusammen feiern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ja wir sind immer gut beschaeftigt und haben staendig irgendwas. Heute Abend hatten wir auch alle 4 Missionare zum essen und ein neue Mitgliederfamilie. Nick hat sich mit seinem "Huhn suess-sauer" und seiner Schwarzwaelderkirschtorte wieder selber uebertroffen. :) Es ist schoen, dass ihm das kochen und backen auch Freude macht und er das somit ab und zu auch machen kann. Es geht nichts ueber einen Mann der begabt in der Kueche ist. :)&lt;br /&gt;Auf in den Kampf der naechsten Woche.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-4625851997753501254?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4625851997753501254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=4625851997753501254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/4625851997753501254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/4625851997753501254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/sonntag-22-november-2009.html' title='Sonntag 22. November 2009'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-1843536994797539996</id><published>2009-11-17T21:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:00:17.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday November 17th 2009</title><content type='html'>I have been wanting to write for quite some time now but I was either to tired or just couldn't be bothered with it, but the past few days have been crazy and exciting again and of course I want to share that with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday was a holiday and a great day for me since my wonderful hubby took our boys to Legoland and I had a day to myself. :D So great. I had a physical therapy appointment in the morning (my last one, I am going to miss that since the therapists there were awesome and super nice) and then I cleaned some and relaxed with my favorite activity "the computer". Nick and I were planning on going to the temple that night and I wanted to make a meal for a family from our ward who just had a baby but other than that I was free, until...&lt;br /&gt;2.40pm I get a phone call from the sister missionaries asking me if I could come and help teach a new-member discussion. Sure I could do that but they wanted me to be there by 3.30pm and it was all on the other side from Chula Vista. :O So that meant I had some major stress coming up. I got ready as quick as possible (the camera team was going to be there as well so I had to make-up myself up ;)) drove there as fast as possible (and allowed of course) and met with them, did the appointment, rushed home, fixed dinner very quick, got ready for the temple, left with Nick to drop of the food and go to the temple and I made it. It was a lot of work and stress but I am glad it worked all out because in the end I felt good about helping others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I had my class again and on Saturday I had my first "paid" acting job in Hollywood. I was cast for the game show "The Singing Bee" as an audience member. It was super cool and I am so proud of myself for driving there (in Nick's freaking car) all by myself. It is quite a drive and so I was gone most of the day since we recorded 2 shows.&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit before getting there I hardly new anything about that show. I get so many e-mails and whatever sounds fun or good to me I submit myself to. I didn't even know who the host was and so obviously I was very surprised but in a good way when they announced Melissa Peterman as the host. WHOOHOO I am such a big fan of the TV-Show Reba and so seeing someone I know so well from that show so close was pretty cool. :D It was just so funny that they actually pay actors to be in the audience. I always thought the audience is people who have tickets or something but I guess that's not true anymore. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will be a host of a show like that someday too but I don't think I know enough about country music to be on that show. I love country music and I have a lot of music from Reba McEntire but that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;It was a super cool experience and loads of fun but I was very exhausted in the end. You won't think that being in an audience could be exhausting and hard work but it really is as we had to repeat things over and over again, my hands were sore and swollen from clapping so much and my voice was mostly gone too. But I would do something like that in a heart-beat again. The drive was a bit scary but I have to say I am getting pretty good at it now finding places with mapquest and so I am getting more and more comfortable with that whole driving thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do love my new freedom with having a car and having the courage finally to drive it everywhere. (Ok almost everywhere, I still avoid downtown of course but hey I get even more comfortable with driving over the Coronado bridge!) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now I am working on getting off my extreme addiction from facebook. ;) I decided that in case my acting picks more up I need to focus more on my family and our home and learn how to balance things so my family doesn't feel neglected and of course the computer will be the first  thing to go on my priority list. ;)&lt;br /&gt;I have never been a very creative person/ Mom and so finding activities I enjoy as well as the boys is not so easy but I am getting there. Just you wait I will be "Super-Mom" at one point in life. Hahahahahahahahahaha good thing I can laugh about myself. I know it is never going to happen but I can dream that is my excuse for everything right now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah life is hectic and crazy right now and I miss hanging with my friends more often but I also love it. It feels good to be busy with things. I love going to the gym (I really need to do that again tomorrow), try to get my housework done and keeping my kids happy and occupied and so on.&lt;br /&gt;I am a tired but very content (hope that makes sense and is the right word) with myself. So time to catch up on some sleep. Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-1843536994797539996?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1843536994797539996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=1843536994797539996&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/1843536994797539996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/1843536994797539996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/tuesday-november-17th-2009.html' title='Tuesday November 17th 2009'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-7510159018817778875</id><published>2009-11-05T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T09:26:38.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Donnerstag 5. November 2009</title><content type='html'>Also im Augenblick habe ich das Gefuehl ich koennte wegen allem und nichts explodieren. Vorallem geht es mir tierisch auf den Keks von allen Seiten das Geheule wegen der bloeden Schweinegrippe hoeren zu muessen. Mal ehrlich wenn man mich fragt, ist das ein abgekartertes Spiel von den Medien und Pharmazeutischen Verbaenden. Die machen alle wild und aengstlich damit sie sich die bloeden Impfungen geben lassen. :(&lt;br /&gt;Ich lasse mich auf alle Faelle nicht verrueckt machen. Es ist eine Art von Grippe und es gibt so viele verschiedene Arten von Grippen und man kann sich eh nicht gegen alle impfen lassen. Unser Koerper hat schon eigene Abwehrkraepfte aber wenn wir uns gleich wegen jeder Panikmache impfen lassen hat der Koerper ja gar keine Chance das selbst in die Hand zu nehmen. :O Natuerlich gibt es Faelle wo es notwendig ist aber ich denke trotzdem das das meiste echt nur aufgepuscht wird. (Aber von den Faellen die fast an der Impfung gestorben waeren, hoert man fast gar nicht.)&lt;br /&gt;So das war meine Meinung zu diesem Thema und jetzt ist Schluss damit sonst explodiere ich echt noch. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gestern Abend waren meine 3 Maenner unten und haben sich einen Film angesehen. Auf einmal hoerte ich einen lauten Knall. Zuerst dachte ich einer der drei hat einen meiner Kuechenschraenke zugeknallt aber Nick erzaehlte mir spaeter das er mit der Hand aufs Sofa (wir haben eine Ledercouch) gehauen hat. ;) Kurz darauf ertoente schon die Stimme von unserem 2jaehrigen: "HEY! Stop it!" hahahahahahaha manchmal sind diese Kinder so herrlich trocken und lustig. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-7510159018817778875?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7510159018817778875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=7510159018817778875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/7510159018817778875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/7510159018817778875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/donnerstag-5-november-2009.html' title='Donnerstag 5. November 2009'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-3695527943751871771</id><published>2009-11-03T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T20:17:29.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday November 3rd 2009</title><content type='html'>This again is one of those days where I have to start with the words: WHAT A DAY! I mean it wasn't all bad. I was able to go to the gym this morning and loved it. Then I did a lot of tidying up and cleaning and that was good too but the fighting in between really got on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;Josh is so much like his dad. I just realized that while typing it. If you don't believe me ask his siblings they still suffer from trauma experiences from the past. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Nick is and always has been sneaky. You wouldn't think he has such mean streaks in him, right? Well let me lighten you up a little... my dear always nice looking husband knows how to push buttons and he will do so no matter how angry the other person gets. Want an example? He threw a grape at one of his younger brothers so hard that he started to cry. :D And that is just a harmless story. I have much more but I am not sure if my dear annoying other half would appreciate it if I started sharing it with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah Josh is definitely like his dad when it comes to that. Fun, can't wait for the next many years.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway beside that discovery I did a lot of necessary housework and feel very good about myself. It is nice when the place is nice, clean and tidy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Josh said the funniest thing tonight. We had the boys ready for bed and Nick said the prayer with Nathan. (He is awesome at repeating everything and so when he say's a prayer it is pretty cute.) As soon as we were done praying Josh looked up and said: "We still need to pray for president Monster!" hahahahahahahahaha (for everyone who doesn't know Praesident MONSON is our prophet. Cute that he thought about it even though he got the name wrong. )&lt;br /&gt;I am still laughing about it. What a nice ending to a rather stressful day. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-3695527943751871771?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3695527943751871771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=3695527943751871771&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/3695527943751871771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/3695527943751871771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/tuesday-november-3rd-2009.html' title='Tuesday November 3rd 2009'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-7052815463903068296</id><published>2009-11-02T21:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T22:10:25.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Montag 2. November 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399752694066196930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Su_Gd1TGMcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/GUrtJUpkGao/s320/IMG_6736.JPG.JPG" /&gt;Es ist schon lustig wie schnell die Zeit vergeht. Und mal ehrlich kann man glauben, dass wir &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bereits November haben? (Davon ganz abgesehen, dass sich das Wetter hier in San Diego ganz und gar nicht danach anfuehlt. ) ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uns geht es aber nach wie vor ziemlich gut. Ich gehe jetzt regelmaessig ins Fitnessstudio und muss gestehen, dass mir das sehr gut tut und auch gefaellt. Eine Freundin von mir hat mich dazu ueberredet das mal auszuprobieren und das habe ich dann auch getan. Die haben dort auch einen Babysitterdienst wo man seine Kids so lange abgeben kann um dann in Ruhe seine sportlichen Taetigkeiten zu betreiben und meine Jungs lieben das. :D Somit sind wir doch alle froh und zufrieden, oder?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halloween sind Josh und Nathan zum ersten mal mit Papa "Trick or Treating" gegangen und das war doch niedlich. Wir hatten auch einen ganzen Haufen Kinder an unserer Tuer da wir ja in einer relativ neuen Wohngegend wohnen und auch das war ganz witzig, allerdings finde ich es doch reichlich stoerend, wenn Jugendliche das auch noch machen. Mal ehrlich, ab einem gewissen Alter ist das nur noch laecherlich. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was sehr lustig ist, sind meine Jungs. Josh und Nathan kennen die Musik die ich im Auto spiele mittlerweile sehr gut. Heute haben sie hinten zuerst so viel Krach gemacht und dann ging ein Lied los das sie gut kannten und somit stimmten sie gleichzeitig in den Refrain mit ein. Ich musste direkt lachen da das einfach zu cool war. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nathan ist im Moment in einer sehr anstrengenden Phase wobei Josh es geniesst seinen juengeren Bruder zu trietzen. :( Der kleine schreit dann aber so laut los, eigentlich ist das schon kreischen, als ob er gerade ermordet wird. :( Man bin ueberrascht, dass mir die Nachbarn noch nicht die Polizei auf den Hals gehetzt haben. Aber na ja so ein zweijaehriger dazu noch mit sehr viel deutschem Blut das muss ja in Dickkoepfigkeit und Sturheit enden. ;) (Haben sie selbstverstaendlich alles vom Papa geerbt.) :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na mal sehen wie es weitergeht. Jetzt muss ich erst einmal ein Schlaefchen halten denn irgendwie hat diese Zeitumstellung uns dieses mal alle etwas durcheinander gebracht. :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-7052815463903068296?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7052815463903068296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=7052815463903068296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/7052815463903068296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/7052815463903068296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/montag-2-november-2009.html' title='Montag 2. November 2009'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Su_Gd1TGMcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/GUrtJUpkGao/s72-c/IMG_6736.JPG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-3283148886702644968</id><published>2009-10-17T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T21:50:12.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday October 17th...</title><content type='html'>Wow what a cool day. I started out by baking loads of whole wheat banana chocolate chip cookies for a babyshower. The babyshower was tons of fun and I enjoyed the conversations I was having. :D&lt;br /&gt;Soon after the babyshower we went to my very first Football game with some friends. It was so awesome and I enjoyed every minute of it. It was so cool to sit there with people I knew and also loads of other BYU fans. YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that was pretty annoying was that dude next to us. Man he kept commenting on things and not quiet either. I was like "Hello... I am trying to watch that here..." Well I didn't say it but I would have liked too, but I think my husband would have died in embarrassment right there if I would have said anything. ;)&lt;br /&gt;So I pretended it was funny and everything was cool. :D It was really tons of fun and I love the atmosphere in a live game.&lt;br /&gt;After the game we all went out to dinner to a japanese restaurant where they cook the stuff on a table right infront of you. That was freaking awesome! :) I had never been to anything like that before so that was pretty cool to watch.&lt;br /&gt;So I think right now my life is pretty cool again. That makes it nicer when tough times approach because you have fun times to remember. :D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for a fun day. Great to have friends to share days like that with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-3283148886702644968?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3283148886702644968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=3283148886702644968&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/3283148886702644968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/3283148886702644968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/saturday-october-17th.html' title='Saturday October 17th...'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-734406052420060797</id><published>2009-10-16T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:53:47.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freitag Oktober 16th 2009... heute mal in deutsch...</title><content type='html'>Ich habe mir ueberlegt, dass ich von jetzt an 1x englisch und 1x deutsch schreiben werde, damit auch meine Familie und Freunde in Deutschland an diesem Blog teilnehmen koennen, die vielleicht groessere Probleme mit der englischen Sprache haben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War heute wieder ein voller aber guter Tag. Es ist schon suess wenn ich meinen "grossen" Sohn zum Kindergarten bringe und er sich freut mit seinen Freunden zusammen sein zu koennen. Heute z.B. kam ein kleiner Junge auf uns zu und meinte: "Hi Josh!" Oh so suess. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich nehme Nathan jetzt immer mit zu meiner Physiotherapie. Er fuehlt sich dort schon wie zuhause und benimmt sich auch so. Er erwartet doch sehr viel Aufmerksamkeit und zeigt den Therapeuten ganz genau was er will. Seit sie beim ersten mal fuer ihn das Laufband angestellt haben damit er seine Autos darauf stellen konnte, muss das jetzt jedesmal gemacht werden. Ausserdem hat sich der eine Therapeut eine andere Beschaeftigung ausgedacht in dem er kleine Plastikrohre zusammensteckt, Nathan Murmeln in die Hand drueckt und ihm zeigt wie er diese dadurch kullern lassen kann, wenn er die Rohre etwas schief legt oder hoch stellt. Ja, ja ist schon lustig den kleinen Jungen zu beobachten wie er sich ueber so etwas freut.&lt;br /&gt;Das eine mal hat ihn der eine Therapeut auf den Stuhl neben sich gesetzt da er gerade mit etwas beschaeftigt war und Nathan hat das nun als Bestrafung aufgefasst und gedacht er haette etwas falsch gemacht und sich staendig entschuldigt. :) Echt niedlich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meine Klasse war heute auch wieder schoen und meine "Mitschueler" und Lehrerin haben sich sehr darueber gefreut, dass ich eine Agentur gefunden habe die mich vertreten will und ausserdem die erste Einladung ein Hintergrundschauspieler in einem Studentenfilm zu sein. Bin mal gespannt wie das wird.&lt;br /&gt;So ja ist ganz schoen spannend zur Zeit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-734406052420060797?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/734406052420060797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=734406052420060797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/734406052420060797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/734406052420060797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/freitag-oktober-16th-2009-heute-mal-in.html' title='Freitag Oktober 16th 2009... heute mal in deutsch...'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-2773435138793019193</id><published>2009-10-15T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T22:06:43.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday October 15th 2009...</title><content type='html'>Yes today was exciting and still a bit disappointing too. Yesterday I received an e-mail from an agency who wanted me to e-mail them my resume and headshot. Of course I did that right away and shortly after sending it off, I got a call from them asking me to come in for an interview the next day. :D&lt;br /&gt;After contacting my teacher and stuff I started getting worried that this was just another scam so I wasn't too happy when I went to bed last night.&lt;br /&gt;Today I talked to my teacher on the phone and he gave me a few tips what to look for and things like that and so off I went after dropping off my kids at a friends house.&lt;br /&gt;It was a very nice interview and I had a good feeling all along. So I do trust my feelings and think this is the right thing to do right now. :D&lt;br /&gt;Then in the late afternoon I had an audition for a student project. I drove there just to find out that it was another twisted story about a man having an affair with his son's fiance. Man I am getting really angry now. I mean isn't it sad enough that things like that happen? Do we have to have those in movies also? :O What happened to the world?&lt;br /&gt;Yes with my standards and values I have a huge fight ahead of me if I want to continue my dream but you know what I am willing to put up with it. Something has to happen. I know I am only one person and I don't have any power but maybe I have some influence who knows. What is it that dirty stupid scenes have to be in movies anyway? I have seen plenty of movies without that and guess what those movies get watched as well. If you want certain things in a movie, why don't you just watch the movies that are designed for that gross stuff?&lt;br /&gt;What happens between a husband and wife (man and women) is wonderful but it doesn't have to be seen on TV. Foul language is annoying too. Why can't we talk nice and normal anymore? Why do so many movies and tv-shows have to have double meaning or even dirtyness to be funny?&lt;br /&gt;Man this really does get to me and makes me so mad. I love movies and I love to laugh but little things that aren't necessary ruining a movie for me.&lt;br /&gt;Yes all this just makes me want to show that it works without all that. It makes me want to change something.&lt;br /&gt;I have heard so many times if you don't do certain things then you won't be successful in this business. Well HELLO do I have news for you. I don't care. I am not that stubborn for nothing. I might not get anywhere but I will at least &lt;strong&gt;try&lt;/strong&gt; and I won't give up that easily. NO WAY! You are messing with the wrong girl.&lt;br /&gt;Challenge is something we all need and I know that if I trust my feelings, listen to my insticts and trust in heavenly father everything that is meant for me will happen.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I have my down times now and then and get discouraged but I also continue to trust in God and will keep going as long as I think it is right.&lt;br /&gt;One quote I really love say's: "Nobody said it will be easy, but it will be all worth it!" I think that say's it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-2773435138793019193?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2773435138793019193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=2773435138793019193&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/2773435138793019193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/2773435138793019193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/thursday-october-15th-2009.html' title='Thursday October 15th 2009...'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-8693073383410082830</id><published>2009-10-08T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T18:53:01.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday October 8th 2009</title><content type='html'>Last night I had another Recipe-Exchange-Night again. As I thought nobody turned up besides one of my friends. I am not really upset just a bit disappointed because all that cleaning and setting everything up, decorating a bit nice was almost for nothing. :( Oh well I am just learning from it. Again I am not sad just a bit disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is telling me not to take it personal and to be honest I really don't want to hear that anymore. I know it is not going against me but in a way it is. I don't even know how to describe it. Right now it is just so hard to deal with something like that since all the things I try and I am excited about don't seem to work at all.&lt;br /&gt;It is like it doesn't matter what I do or try nothing works out and that is pretty discouraging. Oh well I will survive and I am not as down as I was two weeks ago. I am sure once I am through a bunch of stupid trials it will get better again. ;) And maybe then I can actually appreciate them. Let's hope for a good weekend. I actually have another audition so I am hoping this goes well for a change. ;) I could use some good news and some success for a change. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I am trying to record my voice by singing songs I listen to (you hear them in the backround) and it is funny how different your voice sounds when you recorded it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-8693073383410082830?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8693073383410082830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=8693073383410082830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/8693073383410082830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/8693073383410082830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/thursday-october-8th-2009.html' title='Thursday October 8th 2009'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-7084617670100375307</id><published>2009-10-01T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T07:57:36.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday October 1st... morning after my first "real" baseball game</title><content type='html'>Ok I can't believe that we have October already. Doesn't time fly like crazy? 3 more months and we are in 2010. Whoa that is scary and cool at the same time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I want to write about my very first real Baseball game experience. But first I want to say that I went to my class on Tuesday night and had soooooooooo much fun. It was well needed and I don't think I had laughed like that in quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;So and yesterday then I got a call from my hubby telling that he might be able to get tickets for the baseball game at night through the military. A little later he called and said there were no more tickets. :( But again a while later he called back and said they still had some. I am like: "Stop messing with my head and make up your mind!" ;)&lt;br /&gt;So yeah we went to the Balboa hospital to take a bus as a group. We almost missed it because some very smart person decided to have the bus wait on one side of the base and the tickets had to be picked up on the other side. :( We were late already but luckily they waited and so it was all good. (Still next time have the tickets where the bus is waiting. I mean HELLO some thinking is required.)&lt;br /&gt;So yeah we got to Petco stadium and were greeted from someone from the media who took us to a "VIP-military-area" where we had free food (hotdogs, burgers and such) and drinks. Pretty cool. But some of those people were already drunk so that wasn't very cool since their language wasn't the greatest either. :( Then we went into the stadium and that really was an awesome experience. We actually had pretty good seats and I enjoyed it very much.&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting to see because I knew quite abit about baseball already but man most of it was a bit boring as they always seem to take their time to actually do something. I am like well they can't get tired because they aren't doing anything. ;) But the padres won so that was awesome. And the little action we got was super cool. The field players in the back of the field did a great job catching a few balls out of the air and gave the LA dodgers one out or more. :D I have to say the dodgers really sucked last night. (I wasn't sad about it, but that made it more boring.)&lt;br /&gt;One of the funny things I noticed that the padres pitchers did, was that before they actually threw the ball, they held it right behind their butt. I told Nick that it looked like they would fart on it before sending the ball off. Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha I am still laughing about that. Seriously I am convinced they let some gas out so the other team would be distracted through the smell. Hahahahahahahahahahaha ok maybe not but it looked funny. :D&lt;br /&gt;We won 5:0 so yeah it was a fun night I would always do again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-7084617670100375307?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7084617670100375307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=7084617670100375307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/7084617670100375307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/7084617670100375307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/thursday-october-1st-morning-after-my.html' title='Thursday October 1st... morning after my first &quot;real&quot; baseball game'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-1740840234451728895</id><published>2009-09-28T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T07:38:00.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday September 28th 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The day was mostly nice and quiet and the only thing that really ticked me off was the fact that we have to take the van in again (for the freaking 3rd time) since something is still wrong with it. I am so pissed about it, yes I said that. It should show how angry I am. I mean do those people actually work on the car or just keep it in their shop for days sucking money out of us? :o What also bugs me is that I have a way to nice husband. He doesn't get mad at idiots like that or at least not that quick. I wanna scream: "Let me deal with it, I will kick their behinds real good!" But I am sure he won't he doesn't like it when I embarrass him. But to be honest I couldn't care less what those people think. :P&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tonight we took the boys to their check-ups. Well I actually drove the boys there and met Nick there right after he finished work. And guess more things for me to get ticked off about. Josh had to get shots but not just one no 3 freaking shots in his arms. I mean what's going on over here? Do people actually think about those poor kids? Isn't one shot already bad enough? In Germany they have usually one combined shot with different vaccines in there. Why torture the kids more than necessary? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I discussed that with the doctor and told him what I thought of that but apparently nobody seems to care but me. :( Luckily Josh was super brave and didn't cry at all.&lt;br /&gt;I told him beforehand it would hurt and I did what my Mom used to do with us when we were little. I poked him with my finger nail in his arm and compared that with the shot coming up. Obviously it isn't completely like that but it helped a bit and as I said he was extreme brave. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386897879830527906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/SsIbFKiaf6I/AAAAAAAAADc/qgYvE1qzKt4/s320/IMG_6680.JPG.JPG" /&gt;But it didn't end just there. No while we were heading to the pharmacy. Nathan started running, tumbled and fell on his face. See the fat lip in the picture. Yep poor kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am telling you the crazyness that has been going on takes over the kids too. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok well I hope I can write more positive stuff again soon. But right now I have to get all of that out of my system. I don't need anymore lectures from anyone or well-meant councels I just need to get through this to get back to normal or I am going to explode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/SsIbFKiaf6I/AAAAAAAAADc/qgYvE1qzKt4/s1600-h/IMG_6680.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-1740840234451728895?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1740840234451728895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=1740840234451728895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/1740840234451728895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/1740840234451728895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/monday-september-28th-2009.html' title='Monday September 28th 2009'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/SsIbFKiaf6I/AAAAAAAAADc/qgYvE1qzKt4/s72-c/IMG_6680.JPG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-1273186323083438790</id><published>2009-09-26T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T23:08:20.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday September 26th... Crazy day...</title><content type='html'>What a busy day! First I had a doctor appointment, then we went shopping and when we finally came home we had to rush with lunch and then get ready for the missionaries come over with... THE CAMERA CREW! Yes that's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am normally a pretty tidy and clean person but we just didn't have enough time to do everything I wanted to have done before everyone arrived and come on when you expect cameras, you want your place to look even more nice, right? Well since I still had some stuff laying around and we just came home from shopping I had to find other solutions. Do you want to see what I did? Here we go: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to hide all the groceries (I didn't have time to put away) behind our kitchen counter. Well you just need to know how to help yourself. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sr7-_6OQClI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VNJvIQ6t89Q/s1600-h/IMG_6672.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386022578295933522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sr7-_6OQClI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VNJvIQ6t89Q/s320/IMG_6672.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I had a few pots that needed to be cleaned so I opened the oven and stuck them all in there. I am so smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides that I've just had a crazy day. I am a kind of person who doesn't talk much about her feelings and when I do the other person doesn't always like that. I guess with me being german and being pretty direct, most americans can't really handle that so I just have to learn to keep my mouth shut and not talk about it. A lot has to do with the fact that I can't really impress myself and that comes across as direct or even rude even though that's absolutely not what I meant. But oh well I kept so much inside of me, I will survive doing it again some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah life is interesting. Sometimes pretty tough and bitter, but it has good parts too.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sr7_tviaI5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/RIk3AjtrNBM/s1600-h/IMG_6673.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386023365701673874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sr7_tviaI5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/RIk3AjtrNBM/s320/IMG_6673.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-1273186323083438790?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1273186323083438790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=1273186323083438790&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/1273186323083438790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/1273186323083438790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturday-september-26th-crazy-day.html' title='Saturday September 26th... Crazy day...'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sr7-_6OQClI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VNJvIQ6t89Q/s72-c/IMG_6672.JPG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-4568162811126807412</id><published>2009-09-23T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:56:00.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday September 23rd...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Srrr08MvxbI/AAAAAAAAACk/kfPihDogJys/s1600-h/IMG_6648.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384875599220164018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Srrr08MvxbI/AAAAAAAAACk/kfPihDogJys/s320/IMG_6648.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe it but my oldest baby started preschool today. He did so well and even though he came back with big time attitude, I know he enjoyed it and so did I. ;) He was just so excited to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our puppy Josie had to go twice in "time-out" today. I made her sit on the "chair" and our boys thought that was hilarious. It actually worked though. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am waiting for my friend Elizabeth so we can watch the 3rd night of "Dancing with the Stars". :D Whoohoo so much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She actually suggested I should write an american-german cook book. Hmm I actually consider that. I don't like those boring normal cook books but maybe it would work if I add my dry-sense-of-humor-attitude in it. Let's see what happens with my newest blog idea first before I start the very next project. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby just returned home from the temple and our boys enjoyed a little swim in our bathtub tonight. Life is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-4568162811126807412?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4568162811126807412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=4568162811126807412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/4568162811126807412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/4568162811126807412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/wednesday-september-23rd.html' title='Wednesday September 23rd...'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Srrr08MvxbI/AAAAAAAAACk/kfPihDogJys/s72-c/IMG_6648.JPG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-1514307507319439214</id><published>2009-09-20T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T22:59:16.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday September 20th...</title><content type='html'>Today was a nice day with great dinner guests and just hanging out as family and my friend Elizabeth. :D&lt;br /&gt;Also Josh said a few funny things today. Elizabeth said to me that she thinks it is great, that he has been eating so much more lately and I said: "Yes he eats like a pig." Josh turned around and said in german to me: "Ich bin kein Schwein!" (I am not a pig). hahahahahaha I didn't say that but something like that I guess. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Later another friend came for dinner and he likes to make fun of our cute little dog. Well he came in and greeted our puppy with the words: "Hello Sissi dog..." Josh looked at him and resonded: "That's not Sissi, that's Josie!" Clever, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, everyone is asleep already so I better finish this off. I played most of the day "Nerds" with Elizabeth and that was tons of fun. Games are so great.&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-1514307507319439214?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1514307507319439214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=1514307507319439214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/1514307507319439214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/1514307507319439214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunday-september-20th.html' title='Sunday September 20th...'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-3204123078834685679</id><published>2009-09-19T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T13:40:18.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday September 19th...</title><content type='html'>I don't know what's up with me but I keep getting one cool idea after another. I am surprised with myself since I never was that creative before. :O&lt;br /&gt;The newest idea I have is doing a hobby-baking/cooking-business for friends and their friends. I have been told that I do a pretty good job with that and since I enjoy it as well and I can do it from home I figured I might as well offer it out to the world and see if anyone is interested in it and that way I can make some money with it. I don't want to open a real business because for that I need to have money and it also would be way to time-consuming. But as soon as I found out if people are interested I will either do another blog or something where people can tell me when they want to order something and what. So far it is just an idea. But I hope it will wake some interest because once I do get excited about something I want to see results right away. I know that is just impatient me. That's probably why my acting hasn't really picked up yet because I need to learn some more patience. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway another thing that came into my head was due to the fact that someone tried to break into my friends house yesterday. :( I just can't believe what's up this week. It seems to hit her really hard because that was the second time that something happened and to be honest with you, I am getting sick of it. She is my friend and I am starting to get really angry. :(&lt;br /&gt;So I kept thinking about that all day today and I just remembered, that I have one thing that would kind of work as an alarm. I have a christmas decoration (santa claus head) for the wall. It is pretty cool but if you turn it on and walk by the sensor, it say's: "HOHOHO, Froeliche Weihnachten euch allen" and then it starts playing some christmas songs. But the crazy part about it is, that it is so freaking loud that it scared my kids so bad that they don't even want it up. It scared me a few times when I passed it and forgot that it was there and it will definitely freak the crap out of people who try to break into a house. :D It will totally wake up the whole house. Maybe I should give that to my friend. Seriously it will give everyone a heartattack. :O&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha that would be so funny to see how robbers pee their pants. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I guess that was my thought for the day. Nick mowed the lawn earlier, I had fun at my class last night and I actually have another audition coming up on the 10th. Exciting stuff. Maybe my persitence will pay off eventually and then I can show it to that butt-agency! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope the rest of the day will go well and we can start a nice new week tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-3204123078834685679?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3204123078834685679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=3204123078834685679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/3204123078834685679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/3204123078834685679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturday-september-19th.html' title='Saturday September 19th...'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-7873721991580355702</id><published>2009-09-17T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:23:57.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday September 17th...</title><content type='html'>What is it this week? People-Freak-Idiot-Week? Or is it just called Week-Rudeness-Week? Seems like there are a lot of those people out there at the moment. :( Man it is crazy. It is just as I said before some humans can't handle fame or a little bit of power because it turns them into jerks and they forget all about manners they must have learned sometime in their life. :O&lt;br /&gt;I grew up with a certain saying: "Think about what you want to say, then count to 10 and then say it" but a lot of people talk first, then count to 10 and then they realize what they just said!"&lt;br /&gt;My very good friend Elizabeth just told me today about the Video Music Awards and what happened to Taylor Swift. I can only shake my head and say: "HELLOOOOOOOOO! Do you have a brain?" I have never been a big fan of Kayne West but come on treating another person like that always stinks. At least he apologized but still. (Maybe he is from the agency who wrote me that sweet e-mail at the beginning of the week. ;))&lt;br /&gt;My Mom always told me that nothing is so sharp and hurtful as the tongue. Once things are said you can't take them back anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I still have things slip out now and then but I try my hardest not to get carried away and swallow things I shouldn't say.&lt;br /&gt;There is a big difference between sarcasm and rudeness and if people can't tell those apart then they should better keep their mouths shut. :D&lt;br /&gt;Also one of my friends car got towed yesterday because someone decided to be a jerk and couldn't wait for the 10min. she was there. I heard once that you have to give people at least 24hours notice but that obviously only apply's to those tattle tails whenever they are in a situation like that. :( Punch them too.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah this week isn't over yet so let's hope there aren't anymore stinkers out there trying to make other life's miserable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-7873721991580355702?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7873721991580355702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=7873721991580355702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/7873721991580355702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/7873721991580355702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/thursday-september-17th.html' title='Thursday September 17th...'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-3092284885175983783</id><published>2009-09-16T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:48:13.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday September 16th...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I finally feel a lot calmer. I still want to smack those agency people good, but I am not as mad anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a really angry/ strange feeling inside where you have to do something or you feel like you are going to explode? That's how I felt yesterday so while doing my dishes I couldn't stop thinking about that e-mail so I knew I had to do something about it. ;) I grabbed 2 pillows and screamed in it. :D My boys looked weird at me at first but then they thought it was funny. Anyway it did make me feel better. At least for a little while. And then I was able to go to class last night and that helped too. I love going there it is always fun and learning new things is great too.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a Video from our boys where they play nicely with each other. They can do it when they want to but they also can fight pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-71f16386380ac214" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D71f16386380ac214%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329954184%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D10F68EA9B1459DABB1889CEF465DEB3F7EEA0D7D.1473E6EBFF8183AC41316BF1751D6B6ABCEA6842%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D71f16386380ac214%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPtsyvkBYAdwQBxDwGSpj31e3A3s&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D71f16386380ac214%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329954184%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D10F68EA9B1459DABB1889CEF465DEB3F7EEA0D7D.1473E6EBFF8183AC41316BF1751D6B6ABCEA6842%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D71f16386380ac214%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPtsyvkBYAdwQBxDwGSpj31e3A3s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today should be a more quiet day I hope. Nothing big besides a physical therapist appointment for me and hopefully Nick will be able to buy a second car for us. He spend a lot of time on the internet finding one that is still good and cheap. :) I actually drive more now and even though there are still areas where I won't drive to it will be good to have a another car so we can actually leave without having to ask friends all the time to drive us around. In fact I could even take my friends with me (as long as I feel ok with the area). :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yeah fun stuff. Let's hope today is going to be a good and not stressful day and I don't get anymore e-mails that make me mad. I have a pretty exploding temper (even though I learned to control it) and making me angry isn't a very good thing to do. :P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know, life has it's ups and downs and that is a good thing because that makes us appreciate the good times even more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is afternoon now and I just worked with Josh on a few letters. I took a picture of it since I am so proud. He wrote his name all by himself. It doesn't always work yet, but we are getting there. :D&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/SrFcuoH-DkI/AAAAAAAAABA/5hBlSfgxqOQ/s1600-h/IMG_6639.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382184985799036482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/SrFcuoH-DkI/AAAAAAAAABA/5hBlSfgxqOQ/s320/IMG_6639.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-3092284885175983783?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=71f16386380ac214&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3092284885175983783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=3092284885175983783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/3092284885175983783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/3092284885175983783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/wednesday-september-16th.html' title='Wednesday September 16th...'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/SrFcuoH-DkI/AAAAAAAAABA/5hBlSfgxqOQ/s72-c/IMG_6639.JPG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-7999982283490777076</id><published>2009-09-15T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:40:39.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday September 15th... and I am still mad...</title><content type='html'>Ok I am so angry still. I just can't get over that rude stinking e-mail. What a jerk that person is. I mean I am glad I am not represented by someone like that but I mean come on... Those types of people should not work with people because clearly she doesn't have any people skills!!!!!!! Yes I know I am mad and I am sure it will take a while for me to get over it. I just have a huge problem with people who treat others like that. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I do look forward to my class tonight. That always cheers me up and is alwas fun to do. Normally it isn't my turn on Tuesday nights but since I couldn't go last friday (due to our car trouble) I can make-up for it tonight. And then I go again on Friday night. Whoohoo life is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-7999982283490777076?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7999982283490777076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=7999982283490777076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/7999982283490777076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/7999982283490777076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/tuesday-september-15th-and-i-am-still.html' title='Tuesday September 15th... and I am still mad...'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-6356110342919487061</id><published>2009-09-14T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T16:27:45.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday September 14th... I am mad...</title><content type='html'>Ok I am really angry right now. I only hold myself back because I know it wouldn't do anything to the other person. But you know some people really suck. Yes I said it. It is unbelievable that some people out there think just because they have little power, they can treat others like idiots. I am so mad I just want to explode. :(&lt;br /&gt;I think I can handle rejection ok as long as I am treated in a nice and kind way but rudeness makes me wanting to really punch someone. Listen to this: I am taking acting classes and of course I have to try to bring myself out there and find an agency. Today I send out an e-mail to inquire if that one agency represents new learning actors and here is the reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Several months of acting lessons does NOT make one an accomplished actor. Get some things on a reesume&lt;/strong&gt;(she can't even write this word right but judges me)&lt;strong&gt; before you start looking for an agent."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Isn't that freaking ridiculous? Oh man I want to hit her really bad. I never said I was a perfect actress already I was just trying to find out if they even give new actors a chance but I would say that is a big no. It doesn't matter I wouldn't want to be represented by someone who treats others like that. I am so tempted to say something my friend Elizabeth say's whenever she is mad at something or someone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway let's change the subject but this will take a while until I am over it. What an end to a pretty stressful day. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something was funny again. We went shopping tonight and while waiting for the packers to finish putting everything into plastic bags, one of the girls asked me how old the boys were. I told her the age and her respond: "What, they aren't twins?" Hahahahahahaha that is actually one reason why I started dressing Josh and Nathan the same because we have been asked quite often now if they are twins. ;) And since people think that already I like to confuse them even more with the same clothes. :D Yes I know I am mean but oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Let's hope that tomorrow is a better day because the boys drove me crazy almost all day. It is so crazy what they are fighting about. Nathan is the more difficult one right now but Josh knows how to make his little brother upset and so they both just tick me off. :O Nathan doesn't like when Josh also wants to stand next to me or when I get out a snack, I have to make two piles because our 2 year old freaks out if I don't. Life is interesting, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are with the family from Patrick Swayze. I can't believe he died already. Oh how I hate cancer!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-6356110342919487061?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6356110342919487061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=6356110342919487061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/6356110342919487061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/6356110342919487061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/monday-september-14th-i-am-mad.html' title='Monday September 14th... I am mad...'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-4968135769932615040</id><published>2009-09-13T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T15:49:21.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday September 13th 2009</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that September is almost half way over as well. Time goes by soooooo quick it is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Again I am super tired and yet I can't sleep during the day. I actually made the effort earlier to lay down and try but nope nothing. So annoying I can tell you. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway besides that Sundays are nice days since my hubby is home and we just get to spend the day together as a family. Actually today I make him work his butt of with the kids since I was alone with them for a few days and now I take the break I deserve, lol. ;) Can you imagine how hard he had to work after we were separated for almost 11 months last year? :P&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha yes I am a mean wife but at least I admit it, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I don't like very much? Whiny kids. Man I just want to run away screaming when they start getting cranky. And what is it that they always come to me whining? Maybe it is the fact that even though I am a mean person, I am still nice? Ok I guess that didn't make much sense just now but it is true. Totally unfair that kids show more respect for their fathers than they do for us. :(&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that ticks me off is, that my 2 year old always throws stuff whenever he doesn't get his way or gets very frustrated with something. It doesn't matter what it is, he will throw it. :O He also pushes his big brother out of the way if he gets mad. A few weeks ago we went with a few friends and their kids to Chick-fil-A. The kids played in the playarea and Nathan wanted to get in there as well. Someone opened the heavy door for him and since Josh was right in the way he just moved him out of the way. He is pretty strong. And the reason he is so strong-wilt is probably because he has a huge overdose of german blood in him. No not just from me, Nick has pretty much plain german blood in him as well. ;) But I admit I am more stubborn than he is, maybe because I lived my whole life in Germany and grew up that way. :P&lt;br /&gt;So yeah that was another thought of mine today. I do love it though when our boys play nicely with their millions of cars. That is one of the best parts of the day (well the best one is bedtime of course.)&lt;br /&gt;By the way is it just me or is there a majoy baby boom going on? I have 2 sister-in-laws who are pregnant right now and also tons of friends. Kind of scary if you ask me. ;) And than everyone is afraid of the swine-flu... hahahahahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-4968135769932615040?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4968135769932615040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=4968135769932615040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/4968135769932615040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/4968135769932615040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunday-september-13th-2009.html' title='Sunday September 13th 2009'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-20794016020124548</id><published>2009-09-12T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T19:58:20.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday September 12th...</title><content type='html'>I finally had 2 little breaks. Last night I spend some time with my friend Elizabeth and her sister and friend and we watched "Nottinghill". I have seen that movie quite a few times before but seeing it with others is always nice again. It always reminds me on my dad because he loves that movie. We just have to talk about "Spike" and it cracks him up already. :) I have to admit that dude is a pretty cool actor to play someone that mental.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was able to go to a temple session today and that was nice. One of the YW from the ward watched the boys so that escape was more than welcome. One of my friends went through the temple for the first time and I just wanted to support her. :D&lt;br /&gt;As for the breaks I needed: My dear husband has been out of town for the past almost 4 days and since our stupid car broke I had been stuck here for most of this week. Oh well I survived and in just a bit he should be back.&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this evening I gave our boys a bath since we have church earlier again tomorrow. While I was drying Josh of Nathan played around and looked at his older brother. Josh gave him a look back and said in german: "Was guckst du?" (What are you looking at?) hahahahahaha those kids crack me up sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am starving now and my throat still hurts too. Hahahahaha one of my friends suggested I have the swine flu. lol I doubt that very much but maybe... "oink, oink!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-20794016020124548?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/20794016020124548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=20794016020124548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/20794016020124548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/20794016020124548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturday-september-12th.html' title='Saturday September 12th...'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-5887815552397804271</id><published>2009-09-11T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T07:58:37.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 11th 2009</title><content type='html'>Today 8 years ago was a terrible day. I remember that day very well. Back then I was still in germany working as a receptionist in an eye doctor clinic. I remember a patient coming in right before I went home talking something about towers and a plane crashing in it. :O I went home and the first thing I did was turning on the TV to see what really had happened. It was shocking. All the rest of that day they pretty much only reported about that incident and everyone was terrified about it. Hard to believe that some people are willing to do something like that to destroy other people. :(&lt;br /&gt;Later we heard those wonderful stories of how people were late for work and that's why they weren't in the towers. As terrible as it is, I do believe that God was watching out for them and blessed them in many ways. There could have been so many more people in those buildings and I am grateful I have my faith in God and that I can know that he is there for us no matter what happens. We don't always understand why certain things happen but I know it is for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides those thoughts I don't feel the greatest today. It started yesterday already. It probably has to do with the fact that I haven't been sleeping very well the past 2 nights and also my nose is stuffed and my throat feels pretty funky. :( I hate feeling sick. It really does suck and I hope my kids won't get it because that will suck even more.&lt;br /&gt;But I probably should try to see it positive. Obviously my body is telling me I need to slow down (not that I have been doing much the past few days anyway) but after the past very busy weekend it is trying to tell me that I am not 20 anymore and that I can't keep going like that. Hahahahahahaha I sound like a 90 year old right now.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was watching 2 episodes from the TV-Show Reba. I love their sense of humor. It is so funny and it makes me laugh every time even though I have seen it quite a few times now. The coolest was when Van told Cheyenne she snored and that she sounded like a fog horn. Hahahahahahahaha! That totally made me feel better last night. After all, laughing is the best medicine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-5887815552397804271?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5887815552397804271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=5887815552397804271&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/5887815552397804271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/5887815552397804271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-11th-2009.html' title='September 11th 2009'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-3560360088926457715</id><published>2009-09-10T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:06:38.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday 10.09.09</title><content type='html'>Ok the car is gone for now. Phew, was very interesting to watch the dude hook it up on his tow truck. After he was gone and I came up the stairs, Josh greeted me with the words: "Mommy, the green car is gone!" Well again: "HELLO! How many cars do you think we have?" hahahahahahahaha. I guess I should see it positive at least he knows what color it is. ;)&lt;br /&gt;But our boys are so funny. I like to listen to the "Mamma Mia soundtrack" and since they are with me all the time they have to listen to it too. It is hilarious when our 2 year old starts singing "Money, money, money..." hahahaha They really sing along now and not quiet either I can tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was watching the movie "Wedding Date". It was cute but also not so much my type of movie. It was a chickflick, but the story itself was not exactly what I like. It seemed to me there were to many cheating on each other stories going on and that isn't something I enjoy. It is sad that so many movies are about things like that now. They really need to change something in Hollywood, so the Tv-shows and movies become cleaner again. I don't even understand why all that stuff has to be in there anyway. I mean they prove themselves that it does work without and that people actually watch those movies too. I promise if I get the chance, I will tell those Hollywood people. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Actually one of my friends is in LA today so maybe I should send her a text message to share my opinion with anyone famous she meets. :) Hmmm maybe not such a good start into the acting business but hey I am german. What do I care what others think of me. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-3560360088926457715?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3560360088926457715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=3560360088926457715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/3560360088926457715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/3560360088926457715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/thursday-100909.html' title='Thursday 10.09.09'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-1830164097718179542</id><published>2009-09-09T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T12:52:28.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>09.09.09 - what a morning...</title><content type='html'>What can I say but that I had a crazy morning. Me and my friend where on the way back from the airport and all of a sudden the automatic wouldn't shift anymore in any gear. It was really stupid. Also we were driving behind a little truck and the smell was disgusting. Only we found out later, it was us all along. ;) So yeah we slowed down because of a traffic light and after that it was even worse. So we turned right and stopped the car at the side of the road. :( We had to have the car towed and now it is sitting in our drive-way for now. I am just so glad Elizabeth was with me because I probably would have freaked out if I would have been all by myself. :O But when you have another person with you, everything is a bit easier.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah that was quite an adventure this morning. Our boys felt the excitement as well. When we called my Mom, Josh told her that our green car was broken (as if we have multiple cars lol) and she thought at first we had an accident or something but it is just the stupid transmission. We had problems with it before and I guess it is this model that has issues with it. So whoever built those transmissions punch yourself in the face, because this sucks!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-1830164097718179542?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1830164097718179542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=1830164097718179542&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/1830164097718179542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/1830164097718179542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/090909-what-morning.html' title='09.09.09 - what a morning...'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-4403106951121438169</id><published>2009-09-08T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T15:39:02.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday September 8th</title><content type='html'>Isn't there anything more disturbing than having your kids jump on you to wake you up? Ok I guess it is cute too and I bit my youngest son's arm right away because he is so cute and chubby and I just have to do it. ;) I don't do it very hard though since I don't want to hurt him, but don't you feel like eating your kids sometimes as well? :P&lt;br /&gt;Today I hung out with my very good friend who was watching 2 girls from another friend. Our kids love to play with each other and it is nice to have another adult around to have some real conversations.&lt;br /&gt;I am just so tired. Right now I probably could just lay down and sleep a bit but no I won't do that. First of all I can't leave my kids unattended and second I want to sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Want to hear a favorite quote of mine? Well you actually don't have a choice since I am doing it if you like it or not because guess what... this is my blog. :P Sorry got distracted again so my favorite quote: "The man might be the head of the family, but the woman is the neck and the neck can turn the head anywhere she wants!!!!" :D I think that the is truest quote ever!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-4403106951121438169?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4403106951121438169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=4403106951121438169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/4403106951121438169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/4403106951121438169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/tuesday-september-8th.html' title='Tuesday September 8th'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-1257088226424506323</id><published>2009-09-07T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:33:12.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick's birthday... September 7th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/SqXNdhGjcdI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ajnXQKchyuU/s1600-h/IMG_6609.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378931236949684690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/SqXNdhGjcdI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ajnXQKchyuU/s320/IMG_6609.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoa! What another crazy day that was. I am beginning to wonder if I should start sleeping in the kitchen since it feels like I hardly ever leave that room anymore. ;) But it should quiet down now... I hope... I mean... anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a fun day though. Luckily I have great friends who go past my stubborness and offer (well some even kind of delegate past me) to bring food to help out with the party. I didn't want to take the offers but I have to admit it was so much nicer in the end since I already had tons to do and prepare during the day and I can just imagine how that would have ended up. :) I think our boys had fun too. They love playing with their friends and that again gives us adults some peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josh actually has a bit of a black eye. Yesterday one of our friends kid threw a toy and Josh was in the way and it hit him right on the eye brow. Looks a bit scary though and it was bleeding a bit but things like that happen. He is tough guy. ;) (Also I have to use this moment to praise homoepathic stuff. I know it is not for everybody but so far it always worked for me and my family and I know his eye would have looked so much worse today if I hadn't given him something right away. I know, I know some of you may not believe that and that is your problem but I know what I know. hahahahahahahaha Wanna get into a fight? :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am doing nothing but enjoying the peace and playing around on my computer. Kids are in bed, Hubby is filing some paperwork and I can just relax. Life is great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-1257088226424506323?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1257088226424506323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=1257088226424506323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/1257088226424506323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/1257088226424506323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/nicks-birthday-september-7th.html' title='Nick&apos;s birthday... September 7th'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/SqXNdhGjcdI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ajnXQKchyuU/s72-c/IMG_6609.JPG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-5864182112324882337</id><published>2009-09-06T09:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T10:07:22.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday September 6th</title><content type='html'>Yeah well yesterday I was just too busy to sit down and write something on our blog. I had such a crazy day. I went to a babyshower in the late morning and once I came home all I did was preparing stuff for our Raclette party that night. It was a lot of fun though but as for now I feel a bit exhausted of all the cooking I have been doing for my family and others and so I decided I will retire from that. ;) Ok that was a joke. I don't think I could even do that even if I wanted to. In a way still enjoy it and I don't know why. :D&lt;br /&gt;Nick took Josh on a little bike ride in the neighborhood yesterday and when they came back, our son had fallen down and scratched his knee. Oh well that is part of learning I guess.&lt;br /&gt;But man I am so tired. I need a vacation from being a helpful and nice person. hahahahahahahahaha yeah all right I agree I am not that nice and so I take it back. I admit that stubbornness is my second name. ;) But hey if you still like me after knowing that, it is your fault so deal with it. :D&lt;br /&gt;Today I am going to relax. We have a dinner invitation to our friends and I am very excited for that. Maybe I make my husband to give me a foot massage tonight. Ehm did I say make him? What I meant of course was asking him very kind and nicely if he would be willing to do something like that for me. hahahahahaha yeah I know my politeness sucks, but I can fake it very well. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-5864182112324882337?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5864182112324882337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=5864182112324882337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/5864182112324882337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/5864182112324882337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunday-september-6th.html' title='Sunday September 6th'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-5571182051785702362</id><published>2009-09-04T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T09:10:59.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday September 4th</title><content type='html'>Today is one of those mornings where I just want to grab a few pillows and scream in it as loud as I can. We've only been up for a few hours and yet our sons have had quite a few fights already. Josh also started throwing a fit when he saw his dad leaving on a bike ride. :( Days like this really stink and I just want to pull my hair out.&lt;br /&gt;Our sweet Nathan decided he would play with Josie's water and food dish and made a mess with that. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;But we did have a nice experience listening to President Hinckley's son yesterday. I am grateful I have the church in my life and I am thankful I have a faith and I know God is real and that he is there for us no matter what is going on. Life sucks sometimes but it is nice to know that we have a purpose in life and believe it or not. I do love my boys! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-5571182051785702362?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5571182051785702362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=5571182051785702362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/5571182051785702362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/5571182051785702362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-september-4th.html' title='Friday September 4th'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-6995371094700493522</id><published>2009-09-03T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T08:20:53.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday September 3rd</title><content type='html'>A new day and more stuff to write about. Isn't it crazy how a day can start out so nice and another time you just want to go back to bed? Like today for example. The boys can play so well together but they can also fight with each other. What is it that a pile of fishies aren't enough for both? They push each other away and pull each other's clothes. COME ON there is plenty ok? Or yesterday our oldest son came with a bunch of Josie's furr to me. I asked him how he got that(because she doesn't shed at all) and if he pulled it out of her. Next thing I know he hands me a pair of scissors. AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of thoughts in my head at the moment. Things I am not so sure about in what to do. One is that I want to have my Mom's books published so badly but I would have to translate it first to try it over here and in Germany they already tried so many times. I thought about posting one chapter after another on my blog but would that be worth it? People could read it yes, but people could also steal it right? Oh man I want to fullfill her dreams and it seems there is no way of doing that right now. :(&lt;br /&gt;I am just a very impatient person when it comes to that. Exciting things have to work out right away. I just don't have the patience to wait for it. :O&lt;br /&gt;But that is probably what I need to learn. Heavenly father knows us and knows what we need to learn (even though we might not like it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough of that. I am almost getting bored with myself. lol Life is so weird sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-6995371094700493522?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6995371094700493522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=6995371094700493522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/6995371094700493522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/6995371094700493522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/thursday-september-3rd.html' title='Thursday September 3rd'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-5460976297810502129</id><published>2009-09-02T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T15:00:48.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is it with our boys? One of their favorite activity is getting all their soft toys and throwing them down the stairs. And our yorkie puppy eats and chews everything she finds. Crazy life I can tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am having a girls night out. We have "Recipe-Exchange-Night" (a little private activity from our church) and I really look forward to it. I am really grateful I have a wonderful husband who supports me and is always willing to help me out so I can get a break. :D&lt;br /&gt;What I am making for tonight? Hawaii toast and whole wheat banana cookies. Yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-5460976297810502129?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5460976297810502129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=5460976297810502129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/5460976297810502129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/5460976297810502129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-is-it-with-our-boys-one-of-their.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328483652174211932.post-8572608033050283791</id><published>2009-09-02T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T14:57:27.764-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starting the blog'/><title type='text'>September 2nd 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp7qHXXx64I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hr3in0U-7Og/s1600-h/IMG_6599.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376992417380690818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp7qHXXx64I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hr3in0U-7Og/s320/IMG_6599.JPG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought it is time to start a real blog. We do have something that counts too but everyone here seems to have a blog and so I figured we should follow the example of others.&lt;br /&gt;Life is good and busy. Our boys are growing fast and our oldest son will be going to preschool very soon. I can't believe he is over 4 years already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6328483652174211932-8572608033050283791?l=wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8572608033050283791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6328483652174211932&amp;postID=8572608033050283791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/8572608033050283791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328483652174211932/posts/default/8572608033050283791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcieslakfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-2nd-2009.html' title='September 2nd 2009'/><author><name>Rebifromgermany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303747697463034763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp_XsKu_H_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XSu_rx_28jQ/S220/IMG_6580.JPG.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjLpAcY6X8E/Sp7qHXXx64I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hr3in0U-7Og/s72-c/IMG_6599.JPG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
