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	<description>Family life commentary by Amy Scott.</description>
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		<title>By: Cindy</title>
		<link>http://humblemusings.com/archives/2006/01/05/a-mystery/#comment-24359</link>
		<dc:creator>Cindy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Jan 2006 18:06:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Skip the bat! My dh almost hit a skunk in our garbage bag with a bat.   From then on whenever we asked our 4yos (now 21): What do you do when you see a skunk?  He answered, "Get a bat."  We could not get him to understand the correct answer was: run away.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Skip the bat! My dh almost hit a skunk in our garbage bag with a bat.   From then on whenever we asked our 4yos (now 21): What do you do when you see a skunk?  He answered, &#8220;Get a bat.&#8221;  We could not get him to understand the correct answer was: run away.</p>
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		<title>By: Linda</title>
		<link>http://humblemusings.com/archives/2006/01/05/a-mystery/#comment-24358</link>
		<dc:creator>Linda</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Jan 2006 04:10:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Amy, 
I have had several of those experiences when I had to do something that normally my husband would do.. like once I had to run next door to our church, at night while my hubby was out of town (we live in the parsonage).  Praise God that he is Soveriegn over all things!  As I walked through the big church at night I just keep praying and reciting His promises. It was somewhat intimidating in a big dark building with no one around but His promises were/are a true comfort.
I've enjoyed your postings. 
Awed by His Grace -Linda</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Amy,<br />
I have had several of those experiences when I had to do something that normally my husband would do.. like once I had to run next door to our church, at night while my hubby was out of town (we live in the parsonage).  Praise God that he is Soveriegn over all things!  As I walked through the big church at night I just keep praying and reciting His promises. It was somewhat intimidating in a big dark building with no one around but His promises were/are a true comfort.<br />
I&#8217;ve enjoyed your postings.<br />
Awed by His Grace -Linda</p>
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		<title>By: JR @ RightFaith</title>
		<link>http://humblemusings.com/archives/2006/01/05/a-mystery/#comment-24357</link>
		<dc:creator>JR @ RightFaith</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Jan 2006 23:57:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That's hilarious.  Oh, the stories that accumulate while wives and husbands are apart. :)

My wife and I very much enjoy reading your blog.  Keep up the good work.

JR</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That&#8217;s hilarious.  Oh, the stories that accumulate while wives and husbands are apart. <img src='http://humblemusings.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>My wife and I very much enjoy reading your blog.  Keep up the good work.</p>
<p>JR</p>
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		<title>By: Mari</title>
		<link>http://humblemusings.com/archives/2006/01/05/a-mystery/#comment-24350</link>
		<dc:creator>Mari</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 08 Jan 2006 05:05:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>amy-
I know just how ya feel-- My husband travels frequently, and I never get any sleep when he is gone,every little noise wakes me up!  And it never fails-- every thing mechanical and electrical goes haywire when he is gone!  It is so frustrating!!
I really enjoy your blog-- I found you from the laf site.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>amy-<br />
I know just how ya feel&#8211; My husband travels frequently, and I never get any sleep when he is gone,every little noise wakes me up!  And it never fails&#8211; every thing mechanical and electrical goes haywire when he is gone!  It is so frustrating!!<br />
I really enjoy your blog&#8211; I found you from the laf site.</p>
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		<title>By: Carrie</title>
		<link>http://humblemusings.com/archives/2006/01/05/a-mystery/#comment-24349</link>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 08 Jan 2006 02:18:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>How  about our early days of marriage- only one infant, and a scratching noise next to my head in the bedside table...."uh, honey?, there's something in there"  When I open the drawer beady eyes peer out... slam!  Honey leaves the room to check on infant- I am left to determine it is NOT a rat, nor, mouse, but...

our neighbor's guinea pig!  At one in the morning in OUR apartment!  And NO, bathtub confinement was too scratchy with panicy guinea claws;  plastic containers are CHEWable, and I didn't have the heart to set it loose outside in 5 degree weather.

The first time we returned the little lost rodent the next morning- BUT THE SECOND TIME we knocked in the wee hours!

Am thankful for your perspectives, Amy!!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>How  about our early days of marriage- only one infant, and a scratching noise next to my head in the bedside table&#8230;.&#8221;uh, honey?, there&#8217;s something in there&#8221;  When I open the drawer beady eyes peer out&#8230; slam!  Honey leaves the room to check on infant- I am left to determine it is NOT a rat, nor, mouse, but&#8230;</p>
<p>our neighbor&#8217;s guinea pig!  At one in the morning in OUR apartment!  And NO, bathtub confinement was too scratchy with panicy guinea claws;  plastic containers are CHEWable, and I didn&#8217;t have the heart to set it loose outside in 5 degree weather.</p>
<p>The first time we returned the little lost rodent the next morning- BUT THE SECOND TIME we knocked in the wee hours!</p>
<p>Am thankful for your perspectives, Amy!!</p>
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		<title>By: Bethany</title>
		<link>http://humblemusings.com/archives/2006/01/05/a-mystery/#comment-24348</link>
		<dc:creator>Bethany</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Jan 2006 22:42:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I really enjoyed this post. Thanks for sharing.:grin_ee:</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I really enjoyed this post. Thanks for sharing. <img class="wp_smileys" src="http://humblemusings.com/wp-content/plugins/wp-smileys/smileys/ee_grin.gif" alt=":grin_ee:" /></p>
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		<title>By: Leslie</title>
		<link>http://humblemusings.com/archives/2006/01/05/a-mystery/#comment-24346</link>
		<dc:creator>Leslie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2006 22:19:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Glad it was just the sprinklers!  My husband travels as well.  It takes considerable skill, strength, fortitude, etc. to raise four (or is it five?) children, especially when your husband travels.  

If you have a prowler in the house, I was told to yell out, "I have a gun!"  

But you could also yell out, "I am the mother of five children!"  That should strike fear in their hearts as well.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Glad it was just the sprinklers!  My husband travels as well.  It takes considerable skill, strength, fortitude, etc. to raise four (or is it five?) children, especially when your husband travels.  </p>
<p>If you have a prowler in the house, I was told to yell out, &#8220;I have a gun!&#8221;  </p>
<p>But you could also yell out, &#8220;I am the mother of five children!&#8221;  That should strike fear in their hearts as well.</p>
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		<title>By: KS Milkmaid</title>
		<link>http://humblemusings.com/archives/2006/01/05/a-mystery/#comment-24342</link>
		<dc:creator>KS Milkmaid</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2006 14:36:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;blockquote&gt;Some things in life are just a mystery. So many things don’t make any sense to me, especially when I consider some of God’s hard providences in my life. &lt;/blockquote&gt;

Oh, like why does he allow the three a.m. wakings when we are so busy using our energy to grow a child.  Living on the farm adds to strange sounds.  Recently, a guinea decided to go nutz in those early hours.  It was just one guinea and I couldn't let the poor creature be eaten by a bob cat.  I went out to rescue it.  I have had chickens and cows do strange things as well.  The chickens don't always pen up at night. They have bad night vision too.  They actually scream, "Help, Help".  I have rescued many chickens in the wee hours.  Cows also decide to have a party at 3 a.m. near my window.  Trouble is the pasture is no where near my window. Rounding up cows in the dark is no fun.  

Wonderful story, Amy!!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote><p>Some things in life are just a mystery. So many things don’t make any sense to me, especially when I consider some of God’s hard providences in my life. </p></blockquote>
<p>Oh, like why does he allow the three a.m. wakings when we are so busy using our energy to grow a child.  Living on the farm adds to strange sounds.  Recently, a guinea decided to go nutz in those early hours.  It was just one guinea and I couldn&#8217;t let the poor creature be eaten by a bob cat.  I went out to rescue it.  I have had chickens and cows do strange things as well.  The chickens don&#8217;t always pen up at night. They have bad night vision too.  They actually scream, &#8220;Help, Help&#8221;.  I have rescued many chickens in the wee hours.  Cows also decide to have a party at 3 a.m. near my window.  Trouble is the pasture is no where near my window. Rounding up cows in the dark is no fun.  </p>
<p>Wonderful story, Amy!!</p>
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		<title>By: Tim</title>
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		<dc:creator>Tim</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2006 03:12:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Great post, Amy. But, speaking as a husband who is away from home and family too often, next time - take the bat with you. Better to have it and not need it than to need it and not have it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Great post, Amy. But, speaking as a husband who is away from home and family too often, next time - take the bat with you. Better to have it and not need it than to need it and not have it.</p>
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		<title>By: Heather</title>
		<link>http://humblemusings.com/archives/2006/01/05/a-mystery/#comment-24336</link>
		<dc:creator>Heather</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Jan 2006 23:38:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Love your site more every time I come.  One night recently my husband went to a neighbor's house to give her a manual for a children's Sunday School class she was teaching the next day.  I even called and told her he was coming by.  Her husband was out of town for the weekend, and she was hearing those "scary noises."  When my husband arrived at the door, she was just opening it, to see this bearded man standing on her porch.  She screamed and slammed the door shut, opening it up after she realized who it was.  She was in tears.  Man, I'm glad my husband is only away a couple of times a year!

Anyway, great post!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Love your site more every time I come.  One night recently my husband went to a neighbor&#8217;s house to give her a manual for a children&#8217;s Sunday School class she was teaching the next day.  I even called and told her he was coming by.  Her husband was out of town for the weekend, and she was hearing those &#8220;scary noises.&#8221;  When my husband arrived at the door, she was just opening it, to see this bearded man standing on her porch.  She screamed and slammed the door shut, opening it up after she realized who it was.  She was in tears.  Man, I&#8217;m glad my husband is only away a couple of times a year!</p>
<p>Anyway, great post!</p>
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