<?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-9530034</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:11:44.463-05:00</updated><category term='still alive'/><title type='text'>Deep Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>NOT!!!  i try to be either entertaining, inappropriate, &lt;br&gt;
or both at the same time.  welcome!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>419</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-2751853190063932830</id><published>2012-01-01T21:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T21:39:31.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2012: year in review</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Note: Single Dad Laughing did this and challenged his readers to do it as  well: Write a blog post as though the "new" year had just ENDED, and  imagine what's going to happen, what's going to change, what goals  you'll achieve, how you'll feel. Kinda quirky and right up my alley. So  here you go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2012 was my best year ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We rang in the year with family. I'm so glad we've spent more time with them this year! It has been hard with living farther apart, but the extra effort really has paid off. I can't imagine us not being super close any more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even with such a great start, things only went up. We went under contract for our new house the same week and closed in time for my birthday. I LOVE our beautiful, spacious house! It has really become our home. The kids are happier, I'm happier, everything works so much nicer with the bigger space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The husband and I have found new life for our marriage. Our counselor helped us to see the positive aspects of our relationship and build a much better interaction. I'm so glad to be part of the relationship I've always dreamed of! He really is a great guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've kept my grades up and have been so proud! I was dreading my internship/fieldwork semester this summer, but I had been well prepared and it went smoothly. I can't wait to finish my degree and get a job! The company where I did my fieldwork is really awesome and I think will be a great place to work when I get my degree; sure hope they're hiring this May! My education really has been a wonderful experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've had to buy a whole new wardrobe since I've been eating healthy and exercising. My motives finally changed to where they worked: I decided to take care of myself, not worry about how I looked or "dieting." The change is fabulous - and DH is very appreciative!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#1 son got his learner's permit in June, and has surprised me with his mature outlook and responsible habits. I'm not terrified of his licensure next summer anymore! His grades are improving with that maturity; no more missed assignments due to neglecting to turn them in. He is even working a few hours a work and loves having spending money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#2 son went out for football again this fall and got to play lots more. I was able to see him play this year, yay! He's still keeping up with Band/Jazz Band and though super busy, is still my happy little man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Princess started kindergarten this fall and loves it! She's changed a lot too, learning to interact with other kids and not try to be the boss of everything. She's still a very caring little girl, takes care of me whenever she has the chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The world didn't end on #2 son's birthday (12/21/2012), and we're sure glad to be welcoming 2013 with the rest of you. After such a wonderful 2012, we look forward to all good things in 2013.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-2751853190063932830?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/2751853190063932830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=2751853190063932830&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/2751853190063932830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/2751853190063932830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-year-in-review.html' title='2012: year in review'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-7403661890734673218</id><published>2011-12-30T09:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T09:45:00.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas!</title><content type='html'>because everybody's doing it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had the best Christmas ever. and yes, i DO hope that is true every year! but holding it up against the yardstick of MY childhood (and even some recent years): Everyone was happy with what they gave. Everyone was happy with what they got. Nobody CRIED. Several happy family days in a row. (i'm not sure there were ANY happy family days growing up, someone was ALWAYS in tears. i will not divulge how frequently it was ME. probably 0.3.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw family the week before Christmas for #2 son's birthday. He misses his favorite restaurant in Winston-Salem so we drove out for dinner, had our family there join us. We get to see them again with our family in Durham on New Year's Day. Then the big kids go back to school on 1/3 and i go back 1/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a boring post. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i talked (on the PHONE! not the facebook!) to a (real-life!) friend for nearly an hour. since she and i are both talkers, i rarely have time to catch up with her. four weeks off of school are the real gift this year. i both miss it and i'm spinning around trying to get more done than i should really try. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to 2012!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-7403661890734673218?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/7403661890734673218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=7403661890734673218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/7403661890734673218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/7403661890734673218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas!'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-2300782816080765060</id><published>2011-12-15T14:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T14:40:48.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>catching up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;It's been a crazy mad semester. Yes, I'm measuring time in semesters again. Went back to school in January (if you missed it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost 20 pounds in July/August. Not sure how. Took a family vacay to visit my family of origin in August. Began Fall Semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won a scholarship. Got diagnosed with diabetes and hypothyroidism. Became obsessed with intake and blood sugar levels, not that obsession had any effect. Meanwhile, studied Pathophysiology, Federal Rules and Regulations regarding Clinical Trials, and Statistics. Took many tests, some while experiencing the vertigo that my vestibular system hit me with, obviously convinced I was managing too well with what I was juggling already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house got more and more cluttered. But I got 3 A's in my 3 classes at the end of the term, which ended this week. I have 4 whole weeks to get caught up on everything. The thyroid med is finally kicking in and I am sick of sitting in front of the computer, so instead I am GETTING THINGS DONE. Yes, I am also in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipping over Thanksgiving madness and dealing with vomiting kids while studying for and taking finals (online class, yes really). I am feeling pretty great about where I am and where I'm going, and doing my best to enjoy the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-2300782816080765060?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/2300782816080765060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=2300782816080765060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/2300782816080765060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/2300782816080765060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2011/12/catching-up.html' title='catching up...'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-1282736190622904733</id><published>2011-10-03T13:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T13:31:34.234-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fabulous news!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was too busy to pick up the mail Saturday, so I got it yesterday. Imagine my surprise to discover I had been awarded a scholarship! I applied, yeah, but I didn't expect to get it; my teacher encouraged us to apply and most of us did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a scholarship provided by a local pharmaceutical company. Not only will it help out financially, but it will ALSO get my name in front of folks I'll be applying with after I graduate. So, super thrilled to have this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old lady's still got it! Just took my first test in the terrible Rules and Regulations class and it wasn't as TERRIBLE as I'd feared (and been told). It won't be long before I get to do other things I've been waiting on... but I'm doing my best to enjoy my time in school, because it ALSO won't be long before I'm looking back on these days fondly. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-1282736190622904733?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/1282736190622904733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=1282736190622904733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/1282736190622904733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/1282736190622904733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2011/10/fabulous-news.html' title='fabulous news!'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-1080435430545667853</id><published>2011-09-11T21:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T21:12:33.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'>somehow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel like I should make a post today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As so many others have said, more eloquently, it doesn't feel 10 years ago when I think about it. The pain is fresh. The memories are fresh. The day doesn't fade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MCB posted a poignant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mormonchildbride.blogspot.com/2011/09/waiting-with-their-light.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I spent too much time studying and my thought processes are fried. My message is not original but is heart-felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We will never forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-1080435430545667853?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/1080435430545667853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=1080435430545667853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/1080435430545667853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/1080435430545667853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2011/09/somehow.html' title='somehow...'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-2575888056816630707</id><published>2011-09-06T10:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T10:14:24.056-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='still alive'/><title type='text'>I'm still alive!</title><content type='html'>I cleared cookies on my computer last summer, and couldn't find my way back into google. Today I tried again and they had added some new buttons to help me. Turns out, I was signed in on my work email with this account, which is why I couldn't figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a LOT more time since not being able to access my google Reader, which is really a good thing as I'm back in school since January. Going after a Clinical Trials Research Associate degree, loving the process, loving the goal; will graduate after 7 straight semesters in May 2013. It seems a long way away, but it will pass quickly, I'm so damn busy! and if I don't go after it, time will still pass and NOTHING will EVER get BETTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am again, warts and all. I may be around more often, wasting time here in lieu of wasting time on facebook; I may lose my cookies and/or mind again. I make no promises!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-2575888056816630707?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/2575888056816630707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=2575888056816630707&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/2575888056816630707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/2575888056816630707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-still-alive.html' title='I&apos;m still alive!'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-8779277465000367219</id><published>2010-06-04T22:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T22:18:00.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just when you thought it was safe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;to breathe again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 son is turning 13 sunday. somehow i've managed to sublimate this knowledge until today. i'm not ready, and i'm not going to BE ready. it just doesn't seem possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he hasn't really HIT puberty yet; he gets growing pains and whatnot and has a little peach fuzz on his lip, a tiny bit more in the pits, and some smallish pimples. if he were 6 inches taller than me it would be a little easier to swallow, somehow, i think? his dad didn't really hit his growth until 16, though, so it's unlikely to hit any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my inappropriate thought when he mentioned some peach fuzz was: are you getting it down south too? then my mommy mind said "WAH! my baby is hitting milestones that _I_ _CAN'T_ _WITNESS_!_!_!_"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, it isn't that i WANT to see those changes so much as that he's changing in ways i CAN'T observe. he's my baby, he isn't supposed to grow up! he still has uber-fair skin and thinking about it sprouting hairs is just WRONG! when he starts to shave i will cry and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, they're supposed to grow up and be independent. watching it HAPPEN is hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-8779277465000367219?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/8779277465000367219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=8779277465000367219&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/8779277465000367219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/8779277465000367219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-when-you-thought-it-was-safe.html' title='just when you thought it was safe...'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-5569764258104927244</id><published>2010-06-03T11:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T11:54:42.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>whoops!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;where did May go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is, as usual, overwhelming. Tell stories about it? I barely have time to live it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our horrible rental house has a FORTY-TWO-YEAR-OLD AIR CONDITIONER. i know, i can barely count that high. it's been repaired twice this year already, and apparently has a coolant leak. yippee. the cheap-shit landlord had better fix it this time, is all i can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too hot to breathe = time to go out to dinner! so we did last night. we sat at a booth with lolly on a booster in a chair at the end of the table. she's a very self-possessed almost-3-year-old and we didn't think twice about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until she leaned over a little bit in my direction, which threw the thing off-balance, and fell HEAD-FIRST toward the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my left arm shot out, wrapped around her belly, and yanked upward JUST before her head made contact. it was so close i expected her to cry; i really didn't think i had made it in time. all rich had time to do was say "oh, shit." i'm still kinda waiting for the panic and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i practically got a round of applause. somehow, everybody sitting near us happened to be looking our way at the moment, and nobody else could believe it either. my shoulder may be strained, but my baby is in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with adrenaline pumping, i looked up and said "that's a once-in-a-lifetime catch!" would've made the highlights reel if i were on a reality show and had a camera following me 24/7. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's a story to be preserved. lolly doesn't remember things much but i asked her "who caught you last night?" and she said "YOU!" she actually appreciates it AND appears to remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's very stoked for her birthday. she wants angels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-5569764258104927244?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/5569764258104927244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=5569764258104927244&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/5569764258104927244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/5569764258104927244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2010/06/whoops.html' title='whoops!'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-7764493765133027446</id><published>2010-05-04T19:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T19:43:06.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the met gala</title><content type='html'>y'all, i know i've been mia, and i apologize. life is overwhelming most of the time, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i had SO MUCH FUN looking at the &lt;a href="http://nymag.com/daily/fashion/2010/05/see_all_of_the_looks_from_the.html#"&gt;long slideshow &lt;/a&gt;of the red carpet at the met gala, i had to share. i had commentary on many, and i'll highlight the ones i loved so you don't miss them. so click on the slideshow, alt-tab back and forth to my commentary, and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[in case you can't tell, the fug girls are my idols!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jessica Szohr - wonderful, if your goal is to look flatter than Kate Hudson’s “before” shots.&lt;br /&gt;2. Zoe can do no wrong.&lt;br /&gt;3. I’ve never said this before, but Anna actually looks really good here. Age-appropriate, stylish, flattering. The most MOST of us could ask for!&lt;br /&gt;4.5. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;6. Diane Kruger - The most perfect meh ever, the way this fits so beautifully and falls so perfectly, but still meh.&lt;br /&gt;7. More meh.&lt;br /&gt;8. Finally, someone having a good time! Fashion risk, event-appropriate, and happy! Mama happy.&lt;br /&gt;9. He made that for her, and that’s the best he could do?&lt;br /&gt;10. Emma oopsed. &lt;br /&gt;11. Oprah - flawless. Diva extraordinaire!&lt;br /&gt;12. Lily Collins. Don’t know who this is, but I think I love her. This is exquisite. I might have taken the shoes up a notch, but LOVE the color, design, hair, everything!&lt;br /&gt;13. Joy - who? This just doesn’t work, but at least she looks joyful. I want to think it’s almost, fix the hair and lose the spray-tan, but I don’t think it makes it to almost.&lt;br /&gt;14. Claire Danes in Burberry. She looks good, which is, yes, damning her with faint praise. It grows on me but it doesn’t carry me away.&lt;br /&gt;15.16. men.&lt;br /&gt;17. meh.&lt;br /&gt;18. meh. (being Nicole Ritchie, she gets her own entry, but still meh)&lt;br /&gt;19. Gwen Stefani in L.A.M.B. A mistake. She gets a lot more latitude than most, but still no.&lt;br /&gt;20. Kirsten Dunst - GORGEOUS bodice, hair, smile; falls a tad short, but by then I’m just so happy with how she’s looking I don’t care that it needed to be a few inches longer and with better shoes.&lt;br /&gt;21. agita. Don’t make me look long enough to say more.&lt;br /&gt;22. Donatella. It’s a pity she’s so UGLY, as this is a beautiful dress, and she looks amazing in it! Put a bag over her head, please!&lt;br /&gt;23. Tina Fey. That facial expression says it all.&lt;br /&gt;24. J.Lo. Dressing like the queen she is. Hate the hair because that’s all there is to hate on, and she could elevate this from A to Ow-Mami!&lt;br /&gt;25. Chloe. I do NOT love the Sev. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;26. Padma Lakshmi. A well-intended hot mess.&lt;br /&gt;27. Jessica Alba - Did not screw it up. All I could think as I scrolled down was “please don’t let her ruin this!” She came through.&lt;br /&gt;28. Iman. Another classic, looking classic.&lt;br /&gt;29. Jessica and Justin. meh.&lt;br /&gt;30. Taylor Swift. Sorry - Meh.&lt;br /&gt;31. Vera and Mila. LOVE. Mila must be so fun to dress and/or hang out with. I’d love to see more of both of them, which I couldn’t say of most of the slideshow.&lt;br /&gt;32. Carey Mulligan always looks like a miserable little girl. Going 30 for 30 with that look, as far as I can tell. PLEASE - cheer up, stand up straight, wear something flattering, pretty, and try to enjoy your life!&lt;br /&gt;33. Coca Rocha - MINE. This looks like a gown one needs to see in motion, and it makes me cry for more!&lt;br /&gt;34. Kerry Washington - the dress wears her.&lt;br /&gt;35. SJP - looks better when she isn’t holding her dress up like a 3-year-old. At least she picked something that flatters for a change.&lt;br /&gt;36. Kristin Davis - also being worn by the gown.&lt;br /&gt;37. Malin Ackerman - a near-miss. I almost love this, but it’s the napkin in the lap that just takes it from fun to I-wish-I-liked-this-better.&lt;br /&gt;38. Elizabeth Banks. Next slide please!&lt;br /&gt;39. Eva Mendes - in a unique twist for her, isn’t wearing something flattering, and is being worn by it.&lt;br /&gt;40. Rachel Weisz. I love her. I don’t love this. Ick.&lt;br /&gt;41. “Thankoon for Gap” - major FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;42. Juicy Couture? Looks like a ‘70s bathrobe. Fail.&lt;br /&gt;43. Eva LP. Should be fab, but doesn’t come close. Petite women should NOT wear dresses of this length. It swallows her up.&lt;br /&gt;44. Naomi and Liev - Fail. The dress is the wrong color, wrong design, and wrinkled to boot. It just wears her - AND ages her. Double Fail. (and I’m sorry, but I’ll never get into tux details)&lt;br /&gt;45. Carolina Herrera, wearing a mullet dress. She looks amazing, and she is another icon, so even though I want to pick it apart, I can’t. Way to stay classy!&lt;br /&gt;46. Renee. The hair is such a crime against nature, I can’t help but wonder if she’s hiding recent plastic surgery. Her dress is perfection, but I can’t love anything on her with the hair. Ick.&lt;br /&gt;47. KStew. Nuff sed.&lt;br /&gt;48. Maggie. Burning my eyes - too little bodice (with too-little boobies), too big skirt, too too too Maggie! Love her, but hate her style.&lt;br /&gt;49. Emmy Rossum. Nice dress, bad necklace, terrible hair. Which puts her ahead of SOOO many competitors tonight.&lt;br /&gt;50. Thandie Newton - being consumed by a bad dress. If the design were better, it would wear her, but since it’s a mess, it can’t even claim that.&lt;br /&gt;51. Rosario - reminds me of that terrible black-and-white-bow dress Anne Hathaway wore several years ago - makes the girls looks squished and saggy, which leaves it beyond redemption.&lt;br /&gt;52. Gisele - Nobody else could make me love this. SLAMMIN’.&lt;br /&gt;53. Stella, Liv, and Kate - two Fails and a Meh. Kate is stuck in one groove, and now that she has a bosum she thinks she needs to show it, which makes it close to a fail.&lt;br /&gt;54. Kristen Bell in overwhelming newsprint.&lt;br /&gt;55. Brooke Shields is a GODDESS!&lt;br /&gt;56. Katy Perry is a lunatic, but I gotta love her. &lt;br /&gt;57. Mary Blige - oh, HELL no. Coulda been fab, but wasn’t even a near-miss.&lt;br /&gt;58. M.I.A. F.A.I.L.&lt;br /&gt;59. meh men.&lt;br /&gt;60. Emma Roberts - Cute meh.&lt;br /&gt;61. Blake Lively - God love her, I enjoy her self-overexposure.&lt;br /&gt;62. Anne Hathaway - looked better in the background! Should’ve done something more princess-y with the hair, and REALLY needs to balance the big V on her chest. Very near-miss.&lt;br /&gt;63. January, it’s May, and you are OUT.&lt;br /&gt;64. Alessandra Ambrosio - isn’t boring. I might even love this - for the met, for her, for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;65. Abbie Cornish - being worn by Louis Vuitton&lt;br /&gt;66. Marion Cotillard - OMG, back in form, classic, gorgeous, WIN, A-PLUS! please stay with us and don’t stray into fug territory ever again! We much prefer to love you.&lt;br /&gt;67. Whoopi and someone else looking very underdressed, but nicely pressed.&lt;br /&gt;68. is this the waiter?&lt;br /&gt;69. Kate Bosworth, you look lovely. &lt;br /&gt;70. Rachel Zoe - remember when I said Zoe could do no wrong? I was NOT talking about you. Eat a DAMN SANDWICH, and NEVER wear a dress that has a bow on the waist that’s bigger than you. FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;71. Melissa George - THIS is how you do yellow. And I’d like to see her again, because she could have disappeared into that dress, but she doesn’t.&lt;br /&gt;72. Christina - please note, this is how you do NOT do boobs (or hips, but they’re the lesser sin today). Girl, you’ve been BLESSED, but you do not look it in this - you look BLOATED.&lt;br /&gt;73. the Trumps - looking rich and pleased with themselves. Makes me wish I could fail them, but they are too spot-on.&lt;br /&gt;74. Sienna and Jude - WTH? Sienna looks old and stringy in a mullet dress, and Jude’s eye is wandering. Fail - but can I fail her and keep him? &lt;br /&gt;75. Rachel Bilson looking very pretty. I wish the dress fit better, but not a fail (damning with faint praise again, though).&lt;br /&gt;76. Mariska Hargitay - walking close to the line of being overwhelmed by the dress, but she made me look twice and thrice, which is NEVER a mistake, so WIN. And I LOVE the color, I LOVE the balance with the necklace, so on fourth glance, it’s not so close to that line.&lt;br /&gt;77. Bar Rafaeli looking demonic. FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;78. Jessica Stam - perfection, if your goal is drawing all attention to your navel. Had potential. Fail.&lt;br /&gt;79. Gayle King - the only magenta dress that looks fab tonight!&lt;br /&gt;80. Diane Lane - meh, only it doesn’t fit through the bodice, and it should. The hair should look clean, too.&lt;br /&gt;81. Janet Jackson - this could have been a major win, if only it wasn’t for the tennis balls we’ve seen too often.&lt;br /&gt;82. Dracula himself.&lt;br /&gt;83. men - but yummy men! Who IS that???&lt;br /&gt;84. can I just fail all three without naming names?&lt;br /&gt;85. Mayor and guest - who is one of the absolute most GORGEOUS women there tonight! Amazing dress, amazing presence - who cares about the shlubby mayor?&lt;br /&gt;86. and for contrast - oh, HELL, no.&lt;br /&gt;87. men, and Burberry. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;88. diane kruger wannabe - meh.&lt;br /&gt;89. I can’t say anything but FAB for Naomi, she might kick my a$$.&lt;br /&gt;90. eek, Katie! The dress makes you look thick and middle-aged - which your body may be, but your spirit is not, so work it, girl! And find something else for the next event. (also hearkens back A.H.’s bow dress - without the droopy bosum, but WITH the emphasis where it ought not be.)&lt;br /&gt;91. Ivanka - just yuk. Love the color, but not even a near-miss.&lt;br /&gt;92. and in the mannequin category, this overwhelming dress that few could pull off, and fewer still would want to.&lt;br /&gt;93. another mullet dress, with boob-flattening detail, in magenta. Triple fail on one girl - major accomplishment!&lt;br /&gt;94. somebody else designing for Gap - and it looks like a Gap outfit, no matter what she paid. FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;95. dress = meh. Boots = FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;96. another vampire, yawn.&lt;br /&gt;97. Camilla Belle, looking DIVINE! Red dress on red carpet can be a problematic combo, but not this time. STUNNING.&lt;br /&gt;98. Cassie - anywhere else would be a fail, but I’m actually loving this. Maybe any-ONE else would be a fail, but the dress is kinda cool, and the shoes match without matchy-matching, with the clutch - I think she wins!&lt;br /&gt;99. Just as her expression says, oh, HELL no. and she doesn’t dare move for fear of flashing.&lt;br /&gt;100. I don’t hate anything about this, but it just looks meh here. And it shouldn’t.&lt;br /&gt;101. Maggie Grace, you look lovely. But you look MEH lovely. Take a risk!&lt;br /&gt;102. take dress on the left, shoes and bag on the right, and you might have a win. Instead, two fails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-7764493765133027446?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/7764493765133027446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=7764493765133027446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/7764493765133027446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/7764493765133027446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2010/05/met-gala.html' title='the met gala'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-5324181018264390143</id><published>2010-03-04T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T17:43:09.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hey - didja notice? especially for meg (even though i don't think she reads my blog)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;I actually used capitalization in that last post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-5324181018264390143?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/5324181018264390143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=5324181018264390143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/5324181018264390143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/5324181018264390143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2010/03/hey-didja-notice-especially-for-meg.html' title='hey - didja notice? especially for meg (even though i don&apos;t think she reads my blog)'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-896809718480179855</id><published>2010-03-04T17:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T17:32:09.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>today's deep thought...</title><content type='html'>i've had several thoughts in mind to pass along. where did they go? as soon as i open the window to add a post, my brain goes blank. no fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I've had the "Prince of Egypt" playing in the car for a little while now.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; really like it, but #1 son gripes. They sing about how "There can be miracles when you believe." And part of me says, but they were BELIEVING for 400 years of servitude before the MIRACLE happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy was i negative for a while there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;But I'm on new depression meds, and now it is INSPIRING! to believe i can do what needs doing, and that things will work out!  raise your hands in the air if you believe! A-MEN! *giggle*snort*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-896809718480179855?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/896809718480179855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=896809718480179855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/896809718480179855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/896809718480179855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2010/03/todays-deep-thought.html' title='today&apos;s deep thought...'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-5997193278538065071</id><published>2010-02-06T11:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T11:34:37.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Z-O-M-B-I-E-S-S-S-S!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;span class="bb"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="b" valign="top" width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Big Brothers have a profound influence on one's development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went grocery shopping yesterday because there was a strong chance of freezing rain and i didn't want to deal with ice. while i was gone #1 son texted me to ask me to buy bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't go to the store that carries nitrite-free bacon. i went to the closer store to get things done. i read every !@#$% package of bacon and they all had sodium nitrite in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered while visiting PA my SIL had served johnsonville sausage and we had read the package; no nitrites! so i picked up some J'vil breakfast sausage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boys were happy. DH was happy. Lolly would not touch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until i told her they were zombie fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she picked up her fork and ate 3 whole (cut-up) zombie fingers. with glee and relish and saying "Zombie Fingers!" over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what an imp. we do what we must!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-5997193278538065071?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/5997193278538065071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=5997193278538065071&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/5997193278538065071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/5997193278538065071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2010/02/z-o-m-b-i-e-s-s-s-s.html' title='Z-O-M-B-I-E-S-S-S-S!!!'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-4157777149076009737</id><published>2010-01-29T14:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T14:55:22.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh-oh, play doh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;i bought lolly some play-doh a while back for a road trip. not the best plan, but i didn't find much that would be entertaining. fortunately, she loves to draw right now and we never opened them. we got home for ANOTHER road trip tuesday and when we brought everything in from the car, she saw this. so she has been playing with play-doh for 2.5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is a hoot. she mixes all of the colors together (maddening when i want to play, funny since i don't. much) and cuts them up like an apple with the "sharp knife" that came with the kit. it's a seaside kit, 3 colors, 1 pot of "sand"-textured play-doh, some shapes and other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's already almost brown from mixing. she's making birthday cake now. and she will NOT put them away and cries if i do. she'll have to learn that play-doh dries out the hard way, i'm afraid. so my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i have my charming girl to play with since there is SNOW forecast later today and all weekend. gr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-4157777149076009737?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/4157777149076009737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=4157777149076009737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/4157777149076009737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/4157777149076009737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-oh-play-doh.html' title='oh-oh, play doh!'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-1538657083870470640</id><published>2010-01-13T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T09:13:10.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>January blahs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;and i have nothing to say. it's weird, when i was so chatty in december, but january is a different month. (yes, profound, deep thoughts; it's the title of the blog!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoping everyone is having a good january, staying warm, and thinking inappropriate and/or amusing thoughts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-1538657083870470640?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/1538657083870470640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=1538657083870470640&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/1538657083870470640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/1538657083870470640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2010/01/january-blahs.html' title='January blahs'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-3247368475651134017</id><published>2010-01-10T19:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T19:03:49.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>batteries</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;friday night, instead of a date, i spent 4 hours sewing the entire quilt top together. i had purchased batteries earlier in the day so i do have electronic record, but haven't yet uploaded as i've been working all weekend, WITH a head cold that promises sinus infection soonest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what DH found saturday? the damn batteries. at least they're good for 7 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-3247368475651134017?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/3247368475651134017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=3247368475651134017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/3247368475651134017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/3247368475651134017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2010/01/batteries.html' title='batteries'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-2440759704592762616</id><published>2010-01-07T09:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T09:26:51.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a bug bit me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;so, lolly and i were tooling around the EE yesterday. the library was closed to move over the holidays and doesn't reopen until TOMORROW; when we showed up and the doors were locked lolly said "oh, no! what are we going to DO?" and i said, we'll go rent a movie. when we got out of the car at wally's to hit the redbox, she said "i want the other santa clause movie." so we headed for the back of the store to see if it was there. (she's been watching 1 and 2 in rotation, so 3 could only be a benefit for those of us who live here with her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops. i bought a camera. it was $19 and doesn't zoom and probably isn't very many megapixels, but she threw away my old one (which was kinda new and NICE) in april and i'm tired of making do with the camera phone. we found Monsters versus Aliens for $10 packaged with a bonus monster featurette, which made her happier since all the christmas movies went back to the warehouse already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i brought the camera home and went to find my AAA batteries; i bought a 20-pack or something before Christmas. whoever got one out got the only one, apparently, because NOBODY IN MY HOUSE KNOWS ANYTHING ABOUT THESE BATTERIES. so now i can't take pictures until i buy more, and i don't WANT to, i already BOUGHT batteries! gr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since finances are really tight right now (oil costs the earth, there's no work at christmas, and i spent the oil money on christmas), i felt i'd spent too much. so i went down the craft aisle and bought a $20 bundle of fabric. yes. let me say it again. it's aquas and pinks and chocolate BATIKS (swoon), cut into 2-1/2-inch strips. what's the point, you ask? i don't have to pick colors, i don't have to cut, I CAN GO HOME AND CREATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd been thinking about making a basket-weave pattern quilt, and thinking about what colors i wanted. when i saw these, i said YES! and lolly said PINK! and we took them home, got out the sewing machine (idle lo these many years), and sewed 50 strips into 25 strips, and 24 strips into 12 panels 4 strips wide. used two bobbins up. today we're going to cut these strips into 8-1/2-inch segments and put together the top of the quilt. whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if my children hadn't lost my BATTERIES, i could post pictures. it's kind of random because lolly helped pick which strips to put together; i would have spent more time on that and been more "artistic," counted how many pinks i had and how many blues, and so on, but it's her quilt and it's kinda cool she helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so watch for the next battery post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-2440759704592762616?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/2440759704592762616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=2440759704592762616&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/2440759704592762616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/2440759704592762616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2010/01/bug-bit-me.html' title='a bug bit me'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-5751858133544314447</id><published>2010-01-06T11:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T11:21:09.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>un-be-freaking-lievable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;lolly is sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she woke up yesterday morning at 2 a.m. with a fever that felt like close to 104 (why torture a sick kid with a cold thermometer? just give them tylenol and cuddle them against your cool skin). tossed and turned the rest of the night; i took her to the recliner by 2:30 to let DH sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she felt ooky yesterday and had lots of runny nose. kept giving tylenol by the clock to keep her a little comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;so i emailed work and said i'd be in late, sick baby, up all night and such. got on, no work, kept checking back and typing the account i hate that had a few reports on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;DH calls me around noon and says "how are you enjoying your day off?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;i'm scheduled to work this weekend so i get tues. and wed. off. completely forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;emailed work and said "just kidding! i WON'T be back today! hahahahaha." they were very amused. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;at least i didn't forget until sunday evening, like i did a couple of months ago. eek!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night we both slept well; she slept a good 12 hours and is feeling better, temp closer to 100 before i gave her medicine this morning. praise be! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;and i didn't try to go to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-5751858133544314447?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/5751858133544314447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=5751858133544314447&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/5751858133544314447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/5751858133544314447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2010/01/un-be-freaking-lievable.html' title='un-be-freaking-lievable'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-9141403996086954246</id><published>2010-01-04T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T09:33:22.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>missing the kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;NOT! they went back to school today, and i'm hoping for a return to a normal life and normal habits. not gonna happen, i know, but let me live in my delusionary world for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the best early lessons i learned about being a parent is this: just when you think you've got everything settled down, it will change. in other words, don't be too excited about how well your childcare solution is working because next month it won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to LaLa land, both lolly's and mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-9141403996086954246?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/9141403996086954246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=9141403996086954246&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/9141403996086954246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/9141403996086954246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2010/01/missing-kids.html' title='missing the kids'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-8212514414604461394</id><published>2010-01-03T10:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T10:25:15.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>life after holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's a lot calmer. kinda boring. peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we cleaned up the living room yesterday and it looks great! now if only the other 7 rooms in the house looked like that, i'd feel like we had accomplished something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a calmer life comes less inspiration for bloggity. december was a banner month; what will become of january?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they've forecast a record-level cold snap for the next 2 weeks. i may be in hibernation; i WILL be charging oil rather than paying cash, which i HATE. i may be a bear when i come out of hibernation in february.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i refuse to be predictable. that's because i have no idea what i'm doing from one MINUTE to the next, let alone day! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the mystery that is Deep Thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-8212514414604461394?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/8212514414604461394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=8212514414604461394&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/8212514414604461394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/8212514414604461394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-after-holidays.html' title='life after holidays'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-1825679822965639576</id><published>2009-12-31T10:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T11:01:15.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a final (?) delicious thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;my seester just summited the challenge of Julia Child's boeuf bourgignone.  clicking idly through links from that recipe, i came across this gorgeous description of replicating Julia's first dinner in France: &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/lifestyle/food/articles/2009/11/11/in_rouen_the_source_of_julia_childs_1948_inspiration_is_intact/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this),"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.boston.com/lifestyle/food/art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;icles/2009/11/11/in_rouen_the_source_of_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;julia_childs_1948_inspiration_is_intact/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;myself, i saw Julie and Julia earlier this year and was VERY inspired. no, i'm not going to make all the recipes in her seminal opus, but i'm inspired. ;)  one of my two requests for Christmas was MASTERING THE ART OF FRENCH COOKING.  it is delicious reading and i feel even _I_ can make boneless duck en croute, the final dish in the movie. Julia was a scientist in the kitchen and her descriptions of how and why to take each step are masterful, truly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;now that i've read this article, i'm inspired to travel to France again, and to visit this restaurant, and to clog my arteries with beautiful BUTT-er. (alas, if only my funds matched my inspiration.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;but that is a wonderful thought, mental picture, what-have-you, to end a year on.  Bon appetit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-1825679822965639576?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/1825679822965639576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=1825679822965639576&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/1825679822965639576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/1825679822965639576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/12/final-delicious-thought.html' title='a final (?) delicious thought'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-6768073997653293213</id><published>2009-12-31T08:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T08:45:58.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>69</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;so, if i make 36 more posts before the end of the day, i'll have posted as much in December as i did in the rest of 2009 combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, not gonna happen (do i sense relief, kim?). Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-6768073997653293213?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/6768073997653293213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=6768073997653293213&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/6768073997653293213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/6768073997653293213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/12/69.html' title='69'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-6675899008834212623</id><published>2009-12-30T13:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T13:47:57.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stray thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;my lolly is growing up WAY too fast.  she recently started eating a TON and i'm waiting for her growth to explode.  i'm FINALLY going to have to switch to #5 diapers (or maybe training pants? i have high hopes)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just figured out why.  she got another set of molars in the last month.  i bet that makes it about 10 times easier to chew.  she is always eating now - she can pound a clementine in under a minute!  her absolute favorite food, though, is CHILI.  just had some for lunch and her bowl was practically licked clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommies worry about our kids eating enough, and eating right. i can worry less about this one. for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-6675899008834212623?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/6675899008834212623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=6675899008834212623&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/6675899008834212623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/6675899008834212623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/12/stray-thoughts.html' title='stray thoughts'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-8050282064565276592</id><published>2009-12-30T11:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T11:39:07.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>conflict</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;anxiety. decisions. fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not making a "new year's" resolution, just a ME resolution. i'm going to work on ME this year. i'm an important person, too, and i am going to do things to help ME grow and be happy. been meditating this morning on how, when, where i'm coming from and where i'm going, and eradicating fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the best new "friends" i made in facebook is helping with this. she spends her days spreading sunshine and love, and embraces all who want to bask in her positive energy. she's a "game friend," don't know much about her, nor she me, but her posts make me feel more myself and wonderful ABOUT myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she posted about how she felt things were too good to be true with her recent move.  and this is a note i wrote in reply to her today:  "we moved into a place that was too BAD to be true in september and i feel trapped, can't leave until next sept. lots of fear on this, too. fear is the soul-killer, must shed it! it is what it is and i will get through this, too. have tried to forget that! thanks for all the beautiful reminders of how beautiful i am!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;mommies sometimes sacrifice too much for their children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;seek out people who make you feel beautiful and loved, and don't forget that we are JUST as important as our children are and WE deserve to be happy, too! namaste!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-8050282064565276592?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/8050282064565276592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=8050282064565276592&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/8050282064565276592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/8050282064565276592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/12/conflict.html' title='conflict'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-6909132204601155825</id><published>2009-12-29T20:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T20:24:32.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>catching up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;as Kim mentioned, i've been quite verbose this month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;i started on some medication for my anxiety about a month ago. coincidence? i don't think so. i'm feeling more like MYSELF than i have in ages. i just didn't realize how UN-like myself i had felt, it's a gradual slide. once things got just about rock bottom (i was mostly unable to function every day), i went and asked for help. yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;thus, feeling better, i started posting more. when i realized JUST HOW MUCH i'd actually posted this month already, i started thinking i could maybe do 31 posts in a 31-day month. but only if i had something to say. when i'm MYSELF, there is never any doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;our move was so unequivocally HELLISH, and so hard on me.  we have had at least TEN disasters as great as today's since mid-September, and it overwhelmed me so much and made me so depressed and anxious, I COULDN'T EVEN TALK ABOUT IT. major red flag. when i talked with my 2 seesters one day about this, they told me to get myself to the MD and get some meds. which i did. thanks again, seesters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;***********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH brought home a used treadmill he found on Craigslist (for $75!) tonight.  it's COLD, and it took about 20 minutes to get through the door (#1 son helped).  the temp in the house plummeted. i'm still chilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i got my christmas gift! i got both things i asked for, which is awesome! and dressing up lolly is a gift in itself; she got so many new clothes she still hasn't worn them all. so better days are coming, and we survived 2009!  and we learned NOT to cross the MamaBear. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-6909132204601155825?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/6909132204601155825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=6909132204601155825&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/6909132204601155825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/6909132204601155825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/12/catching-up.html' title='catching up'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-6183136926720993248</id><published>2009-12-29T15:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:30:08.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'>water restored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;i got a return call from the water/city office.  they said they DID have a connection order with the correct address on it, that had been CHANGED to the other address later, and presumably 'twas i who supplied the original address.  so they asked me to come in and pay my past due bill and i'd be reconnected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went and paid my bill.  they waived the $75 reconnect fee.  something to do with plat maps and post office and city regs (some major screwed-up regs, no doubt), they had to have the address they did to provide service.  but once they verify that i'm right (like there was any doubt), they'll waive the late fees, which are considerably smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they did not try to argue with me at the office.  i said, I am definitely het-up, but I'm not unreasonable; you only have to deal with one of the two right now.  one of the ladies laughed (the supervisor) but the clerk was too frazzled.  apparently they disconnect a lot of people's water the same day of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told her she needed a new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they even had a sign up at the office saying people who yell or curse will be removed.  RED FLAG that their policies are nutso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did not ask but really wondered later: WHY DIDN'T THREE BILLS RETURNED WITH A BAD ADDRESS RAISE A RED FLAG???  i asked my mailman, even, wouldn't that mail be returned undeliverable? and he said yes, yes they would. i only have one mailbox, i verified several times that i knew my correct address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the issue is not resolved, but my water IS restored.  the supervisor took a copy of my electric bill (proof that i receive my bills at this address), and will have the financial guy look into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this house has been here for more than 50 years.  how is this the first time they've encountered this issue???  i'm more than outraged. i am ready to pick up and move TODAY. instead, i took my kids to see The Princess and the Frog, which all 3 thoroughly enjoyed, and we're going to take a nap now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for sharing my outrage! do not cross the MamaBear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-6183136926720993248?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/6183136926720993248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=6183136926720993248&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/6183136926720993248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/6183136926720993248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/12/water-restored.html' title='water restored'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-4800241674628919499</id><published>2009-12-29T10:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T10:45:43.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my water</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;NB: i curse in this post. i did not curse on the phone to the customer service people. give me a little credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just went downstairs to start the laundry. i have no clean clothes. i have 3 kids at home for Christmas break and they are going through laundry fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turned on the washer, added soap and OxyClean, and the water stopped. sputter, sputter, dribble, dribble. can you say OH SHIT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first thing that crossed my mind was "I haven't received a water bill since I moved into this house. I wonder if the idiots cut off my water???" i ran upstairs and tried the kitchen sink. sputter, sputter, dribble, dribble. oh shit indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called DH to tell of the sitch, then the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my fault, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gave them my address, name, etc. they said, "we don't have you at that address; we have you at this one." well, DUH, that would make getting bills difficult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the problem is we live in an OLD house on a corner.  the mailing address is one street.  apparently the water meter is filed under the OTHER street.  i didn't even know that street number; we don't use that door, it's not the address you give out, so why would i keep it filed in the gray  matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they took it upon themselves to change the address for BILLING to the address for METER-READING.  when i suggest this is what happened, i'm wrong, of course; they would never do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF i come in and pay them, they will try to get someone out before 5:00. no, i can't pay the water guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i spoke to a manager. and i admit i'm pretty worked up. i have NO water, i received NO bills, i have 3 kids at home, it isn't my fault, and i will be DAMNED if i wait until some nebulous "by 5:00" time, AFTER i haul my butt to THEIR office to pay the bill. i will also pay late fees and reconnect fees WHEN HELL FREEZES OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not the most efficient way to get the replies i want. *sigh* in the north, being a ball-busting bitch is the BEST way to get response. when we moved west, our realtor treated me like a stupid little lady, and when i got tough he told me he had no reason to want my business, but when i cried, i got results.  I HATE THAT!  in the south, being firm that their policies aren't good enough doesn't work, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the manager had a hard time listening to the problem because "THEY" would NEVER change the address.  EVER.  but i didn't even know it!  the address _I_ provided would have gotten me a damn bill!  she says, you were told the policy that we bill monthly when you activated the account. sure, but i didn't MEMORIZE it!  i don't think about my water bill every damn day!  i have lived in other cities where the bill was every other month; i just figured it would come eventually. and got caught up in other things. because my water bill is not my life. until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she said she would look at the papers i filled out when i activated the account. i said, fine, you can prove i'm telling the truth. i told the woman, IF THIS WAS YOU, YOU'D BE FURIOUS. she didn't want to admit it but eventually said, yeah, i would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i'm calmer now. i just want somebody to understand that this is a major problem and i didn't cause it. yeah, i might have prevented it, but if a type-A person like me can't worry about what bill has come when, who would?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm awaiting a return call. i'm dressed in dirty clothes and ready to go to her office once i get it, to pay what i must and appeal the fees they are sure to have assessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do not cross the MamaBear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-4800241674628919499?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/4800241674628919499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=4800241674628919499&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/4800241674628919499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/4800241674628919499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-my-water.html' title='oh my water'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-7022987391268269410</id><published>2009-12-28T08:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T08:30:25.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>is it pathetic?</title><content type='html'>I dreamed last night that DH morphed into the loving, attentive, caring, kind man I had believed he was and always hoped he'd be.  Is that pathetic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got up and he'd made the coffee. weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-7022987391268269410?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/7022987391268269410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=7022987391268269410&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/7022987391268269410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/7022987391268269410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/12/is-it-pathetic.html' title='is it pathetic?'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-3132434864471081638</id><published>2009-12-27T10:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T10:53:54.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tree update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;we didn't fully decorate the christmas tree because things were so hectic.  the boys were talking about that, and i said "you can still decorate it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH said, yeah, YOU can haul the ornaments up, put them on, and then when it's time to take them down, you can do that, and put them away, too, cuz I AIN'T DOIN' IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a scrooge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-3132434864471081638?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/3132434864471081638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=3132434864471081638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/3132434864471081638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/3132434864471081638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/12/tree-update.html' title='tree update'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-3097675530787669668</id><published>2009-12-26T14:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T14:10:28.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;the in-laws gave the boys "Harry Potter Clue."  didn't get too excited, clue can be really boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter Clue is not boring.  it is AWESOME!  it has some GREAT HP elements, random stuff, many secret passages, and is MUCH more fun and engaging than classic clue.  we give it 6 thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just READING "The Art of French Cooking" is rewarding.  good Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-3097675530787669668?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/3097675530787669668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=3097675530787669668&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/3097675530787669668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/3097675530787669668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/12/gifts.html' title='gifts'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-9118571696808938656</id><published>2009-12-26T09:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T11:23:21.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas guests and feasts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;i've been too busy with reality to post to the blog the past few days, lol.  gotta love it when things work that way; that's a good life.  and this is a LONG post about all the past few days; be warned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear sister-in-law (SIL) needed cataract surgery and last week they scheduled her for 12/23 (wed.), at Duke (which we're very close to).  anyone who has had eye surgery knows that they require you to come back the next day for a checkup.  so we planned to celebrate christmas with them early, and for them to stay over so they didn't have to drive back and forth and forth and back for the recheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday they got the news that the surgery time was VERY early.  they planned to drop off nephew4 and niece3 after checking in, but because cataract surgery is a very short procedure, they wouldn't let BIL leave, or they wouldn't do the surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so they all showed up about 11 a.m., SIL VERY groggy - anesthesia really hits her hard - and everyone kind of dozy.  we got SIL tucked into the recliner and she was out.  i made some lunch (ham biscuits) for everyone and chased the boys outside (niece3's boyfriend picked her up, they have a long-distance relationship and take every opportunity to get together. nice.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolly ate a ham sandwich (the special, non-cured ham, because of her allergy), and i tucked her into BIL's lap while they watched a movie.  she was hungry again (!) and ate two clementines and some popcorn (she shared).  BIL is too skinny so i was glad he sat down for a quiet time and had a snack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got busy in the kitchen, between visiting briefly.  made some smashed sweets (which i boil the heck out of whole, takes forever but the skins WIPE off afterward) and some cranberry relish.  after the movie BIL took all 3 boys out shopping and for an oil change.  and i tucked lolly in for a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally had some work there and worked for an hour or two. BIL came back with a CHRISTMAS TREE.  we had not gotten around to deciding to have one and had just hung up last year's gorgeous gold christmas tree quilt.  he came back with a little (skinny) tree and lights, and the boys helped him assemble the tree, and lolly helped put the lights on while the boys went back outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so nice having some peace - my sons get along better with the cousin around, which is awesome.  and i about choked up when he brought a TREE back with him!  obviously we don't have a huge emotional investment in a tree, but the thought behind it just overwhelmed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i delegated him to cutting up chicken.  orange chicken was on the menu and i had set aside 5 pounds (i didn't know if niece3 and her boyfriend would be there for dinner, and the BF is a BIG guy with a matching appetite) of chicken to make.  BIL had it cut up in about 10 minutes - it takes ME that long to do the 1.5 to 2 pounds i usually make!  (of course, i trim it well and knock off the yucky bits, but leaving them in really didn't make any difference to the finished product. i may not do this in the future!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIL woke up and was less groggy, so i put her on a chair in the kitchen while i breaded and pan-fried 5 pounds of chicken, then made orange sauce to go over it, also made rice and broccoli because you HAVE to have them with orange chicken.  it took about a half hour to cook but EVERYONE ate it up yum and was very complimentary.  and smashed sweets go really well with it, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 son hadn't had a birthday cake so i made one for him earlier in the afternoon (i was a busy girl).  we opened presents and had some cake, and stayed up late watching movies - edward scissorhands, a gift.  lolly got a dolly and some talking cleaning things (vacuum, broom, trash can, iron), so she was in lolly heaven.  clothes for all the kids and a video game for the brothers, and books for DH and myself.  SIL brought gifts from other SIL in PA, whom she had recently visited, so there were lots of gifts to open for the kids; lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got everyone to bed, everyone actually SLEPT!  the 3 boys slept on couches and the 3 guests in their beds; #1 son has a double.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;next morning BIL and SIL left early to go to the doctor, and we planned to meet up for brunch after the appointment.  we left as planned to go to the diner, but the doctor visit held them up the whole time, they got there when we finished breakfast. :( and had to hurry home and SIL was pooped.  but it was a great visit; when we visit them, they're always running like chickens, and it was really nice to get to sit and talk with THEM on downtime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;so, Christmas Eve, and i hadn't wrapped any presents for the sons.  plus i planned a nice dinner.  we came back from the diner and i made a potroast.  DH put the baby down for a nap and i tried to work.  not much work this time of year but they have to have coverage.  set the bickering brothers to scraping carrots and washing potatoes, hahaha!  then i sliced up carrots and put them in the steamer basket over the pot of boiling potatoes.  quit work when those were done and smashed the potatoes, sliced the roast, and dinner was on the table!  it was a killer roast; we made one a couple of weeks ago that was WAY too fatty and we didn't even keep the leftovers, they were too greasy.  this one was PERFECT; i made it with lipton onion and mushroom soup mix and it was divine. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;PS - the carrots were DIVINE - tasted buttered though they weren't.  bagged carrots have no flavor, and we've converted back to scraping carrots. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;then i got to go wrap presents - WAIT! DH hadn't wrapped his yet!  so i had to wait.  by the time i was done, it was 9:30.  relaxed for a little while, then opened christmas eve presents (jammies, a tradition).  and chased everyone to bed.  too tired to do stockings; my kids never get up early for christmas so i said i'd do it in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;christmas morning, i got up at 7 and sneaked off to stuff stockings, then DH did the same, and after that the kids started waking up (~7:30).  the first thing lolly said as she went down the stairs was "where's uncle P?"  she's so sweet.  she looked in her stocking and said "a candy cane! for me!"  i could've quit after getting candy canes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;lolly got LOTS of clothes from various relatives.  it's so fun buying little girl clothes, and she LOVES to dress herself and wear pretty clothes.  i had to forcibly stop her putting them all on at once.  brothers got books and Guitar Hero and a punching bag.  i got Julia Child's cookbook which i asked for, but not the treadmill (still shopping for it, i'm afraid), and books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;i had searched and searched for that dancy dance dress and lolly LOVED it!  it's a tutu that just pulls over all clothes, and i got her real dancy dance shoes, and she put them all on and danced and danced.  when she stopped dancing she took them off and put them away.  and when she wanted to dance some more, she put them back on.  we didn't have to explain a thing to her.  we DO have to find a dance class for her next summer; she's a dancy-dance girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;lolly got a good nap with me, and i got what i REALLY wanted for christmas - no fighting for a whole day, and peace!  had fun playing a little guitar hero and lounging about eating bon-bons.  then i made a lovely salmon crusted with pecans for dinner.  it was a hit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;i've cooked and shopped and wrapped and i'm in kind of a let-down right now but a good feeling anyway.  i told DH i was doing 3 big dinners in a row and he was on duty for the rest of the weekend, lol!  that was my christmas - guests, cooking, the leisure to enjoy cooking instead of the chore cooking usually is, and some peace with my family.  i sure hope yours was as awesome as mine was!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-9118571696808938656?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/9118571696808938656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=9118571696808938656&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/9118571696808938656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/9118571696808938656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-guests-and-feasts.html' title='Christmas guests and feasts'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-3255991159446787788</id><published>2009-12-23T08:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T08:31:58.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>finally 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;#2 son hit double digits on monday. his gift: the dearest wish of his heart, a skateboard. (we've become a board family since #1 son's birthday this year.) he's a great kid, a scatter-brained genius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;#1 son has been having struggles at school with grades, mainly make-up work when absent, and forcing himself to do the part he detests, and letting one class slide while working on getting his grade up in another. sadly, this means he has been grounded from computer games for some time and didn't get his grades up enough to play over christmas break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;#2 son wrote me a note asking if i would let #1 son play computer games with him on his birthday, as a GIFT to #2. just melted my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;and of course, i said yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;he truly is a great kid. (the other one is, too, just hitting the impossible ages.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-3255991159446787788?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/3255991159446787788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=3255991159446787788&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/3255991159446787788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/3255991159446787788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/12/finally-10.html' title='finally 10'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-3645419074690411068</id><published>2009-12-23T08:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T08:16:05.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you have GOT to be kidding!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;i came downstairs after working up a good sweat wrapping prezzies (not sure how that happened, but it's fact). DH was throwing something away - a white lunch bag that said "to mom and dad, from angela." he had taken it from LaLa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turn around and princess has a painted wood star in her hand. i say, "oh, no, baby, we have to wait for christmas to open the prezzies!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH immediately says, oh, _I_ opened it! i wasn't sure WHAT it was from, mother's day or something, so i opened it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 3 days to christmas, and you couldn't figure out that it might be a Christmas gift? WTF? he is getting more senile every day, and at 50, that ain't good. i'm just appalled and kinda speechless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-3645419074690411068?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/3645419074690411068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=3645419074690411068&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/3645419074690411068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/3645419074690411068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-have-got-to-be-kidding.html' title='you have GOT to be kidding!'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-3430173186537242100</id><published>2009-12-20T14:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T14:20:43.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>now that's customer service!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;it's so rare anymore to get GOOD customer service, i have to brag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after shopping yesterday, coming home at dusk, i stopped at bojangle's for dinner.  for those who do not live near a bojangle's, i apologize.  it's a sad, empty life you lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ordered the tailgater special, which is chicken, biscuits, sides, and a half-gallon of iced tea.  everybody do a homer and gargle your tongue.  we had to wait a few minutes for one of the sides, and proceeded home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they LEFT OUT MY BISCUITS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me describe bo's biscuits.  no, let me confess the inadequacy of words to describe them.  they are lovely southern bits of heaven.  crispy outside, fluffy steamy white perfection inside, yes they really are this good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to not get my biscuits REALLY upset me.  i had to overindulge in ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, while out today, i returned to bo's and whined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tailgater special comes with 4 biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they sent me home with A DOZEN free biscuits AND an apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas, bojangle's manager.  you totally rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-3430173186537242100?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/3430173186537242100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=3430173186537242100&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/3430173186537242100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/3430173186537242100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/12/now-thats-customer-service.html' title='now that&apos;s customer service!'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-8902165628049935569</id><published>2009-12-20T10:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T10:18:47.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>... and i survived!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;it was actually rather nice shopping yesterday. the storm was over, but MANY many people stayed home, fearing to brave the cold and the snow. so it wasn't madness as one would expect on the last saturday before christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i got #2 son's skateboard, yay! the second EE did not have chairs either. i will have to go to the first one again tomorrow and see if they got more in. also spent WAY too much time and energy at the mothership searching for dancy-dance dresses that didn't cost more than i'd spent on the rest of the family combined... i exaggerate. a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;so things are coming together. i have one little project to finish today before shipping tomorrow.  the kids are off school so i won't have to torment the princess dragging her to the post office the MONDAY before christmas, lol. and i have to start wrapping...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;SIL is spending the night 12/23, so i have lots to do! as do we all. happy christmas to all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-8902165628049935569?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/8902165628049935569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=8902165628049935569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/8902165628049935569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/8902165628049935569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-i-survived.html' title='... and i survived!'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-6143059644930898264</id><published>2009-12-19T13:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T13:45:37.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;braving the elements AND the crowds (though given how much of the former we've had overnight, we'll likely have much less of the latter) to try to finish things up today. #2 son turns 10 on monday and i hadn't gotten his prezzie yet because i planned to get it yesterday. instead we watched the snow fall and cursed. lots. but i stayed in my jammies and survived it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;further bulletins as events warrant...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-6143059644930898264?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/6143059644930898264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=6143059644930898264&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/6143059644930898264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/6143059644930898264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-off.html' title='i&apos;m off'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-529739502570264441</id><published>2009-12-18T20:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T20:58:20.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'>baby it's cold outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;it is SNOWING. i cannot express how unhappy this makes me. i do not live in North Carolina for love of snow, far from it! also i'm over-sensitive to the cold so i'm uncomfortable unless bundled up well when it is truly cold (some of these thin-blooded southerners break out the parkas at 50 degrees, while i'm still in capris and t-shirts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let it snow SOMEWHERE ELSE is MY motto. bah humbug!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-529739502570264441?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/529739502570264441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=529739502570264441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/529739502570264441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/529739502570264441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/12/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='baby it&apos;s cold outside'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-387687618654858343</id><published>2009-12-18T09:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T09:36:00.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>somebody's getting COAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;princess woke up and i went to put in a christmas movie for her.  our DVD player died when we moved so we got a new DVD/VCR combo - we still have a lot of VHS tapes, kid movies mostly, and you can't even BUY a VCR anymore, just the combo, or a DVD player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to put in Santa Clause, which is a VHS. it spit back out. tried 3 times, same result. hm. is it the tape? went to put in a different tape, tried 3 times, just spit back out. eek! is it my player? have we even USED the VCR part since we bought it? what if it doesn't work - i probably can't even get them to fix it after 3 months. ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me peek inside and see if i can guess what the problem is. yeah, it's kinda like opening the hood of your car and peeking inside, but hey, might as well try, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were THREE dvd's in the VCR compartment. i'm surprised the tapes went in at all. had to contort my arm to get my fingers in and pry them out (actually had to push them in farther to get them out). tried santa clause again. it's playing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three guesses who did this and the first two don't count? i'm not even asking. i know who it was. and she is getting COAL in her stocking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-387687618654858343?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/387687618654858343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=387687618654858343&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/387687618654858343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/387687618654858343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/12/somebodys-getting-coal.html' title='somebody&apos;s getting COAL'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-7343512029784218989</id><published>2009-12-18T08:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T08:58:53.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>only 7 days until Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;i went to Target the day after the EE. no chairs. did get some things there that i had planned for, but i still need a dancy-dance dress; princess was with me and i couldn't shop. she wanted them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also hit Trader Joe's. not for Christmas but just because I LOVE THAT STORE! i wish it were a franchise because i'd open one in utah valley next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yesterday we got Border's in. this marked a few names right off my list! whee! i love gettin' 'er done! lolly wanted a flashy-light ball, which i was prepared to get and hide, but then she saw a ty panda bear, and she was sleepy, and he was so soft and cuddly. i let her hold him and look at him, and when you have a sleepy 2-year-old you should NOT let them hold a stuffed animal unless you intend to purchase it. *sigh* which i then did. she introduced him to her favorite toy immediately. Poppy, this is panda - see? worth it right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still need to get to Play It Again Sports for #2 son's birthday present, but there's a winter storm headed this way (which just aggravates me NO END!), and it might not get done before his birthday monday. :( i have to return to my favorite stores once more WITHOUT the princess to finish up the little things (like tutus and guitar hero fake-outs), but i'm getting very close to done. i'll wrap and prepare things and ship monday to those that must be shipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i planned things out a week ago, what stores to hit in what order, and i must say things have really gone quite smoothly. we may not get the video-game chairs, but that's ok. they were the icing, not the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how's everyone's prep going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-7343512029784218989?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/7343512029784218989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=7343512029784218989&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/7343512029784218989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/7343512029784218989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/12/only-7-days-until-christmas.html' title='only 7 days until Christmas!'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-7422532471158052550</id><published>2009-12-16T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:06:07.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday's dollar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;so we went to the Evil Empire yesterday, as previously posted.  the Salvation Army was ringing their bells out front, so i fished out a dollar for Lolly to put in the bucket.  i gave it to her all folded up, and helped her out of the cart so she could reach the bucket.  she tried to put the long side in and it wasn't fitting.  so i told her she had to put the OTHER side in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she promptly turned it 180 degrees and tried to put the other long side in the slot.  the bell ringer and i were both LMAO/LHAO and so proud of Lolly's smartitude.  reached over and helped her turn it 90 degrees so we could get it in the bucket and go in the store! it's chilly when you stand still in the shade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every day is a learning experience when you're 2.  and when you're the mother of a 2, every day is an exercise in patience. good thing i built mine up with the first two kids. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-7422532471158052550?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/7422532471158052550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=7422532471158052550&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/7422532471158052550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/7422532471158052550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/12/yesterdays-dollar.html' title='yesterday&apos;s dollar'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-73693108546674191</id><published>2009-12-16T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T10:50:22.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my favorite kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i tease my children every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;#1 son: "mom, can i play on the computer?" No. "why not?" Because you're not my favorite kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;#2 son, on hearing this: "mom, can _I_ play on the computer?" No. "why not?" Because you're not my favorite kid, either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;at this point, the 3 of us are laughing out loud. the sons figured out that lolly must be my favorite, although to be honest, i had forgotten she was a "kid" too in that exchange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;DH pipes up. "Only Mom can play on the computer because she loves herSELF best."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;me:  Oh, no. If I loved ME best, things would be a LOT different around here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-73693108546674191?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/73693108546674191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=73693108546674191&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/73693108546674191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/73693108546674191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-favorite-kid.html' title='my favorite kid'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-2856594599974359530</id><published>2009-12-16T08:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T08:36:52.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AGE - Mavrakos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;they did it again. they seduced me into blogging about another company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.mavrakos.com/"&gt;Mavrakos&lt;/a&gt; is a chocolate company in St. Louis with a long tradition and history and do i REALLY need to say anything beyond&lt;/span&gt; CHOCOLATE: THEY MAKE REALLY GOOD CHOCOLATE!!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(if YOU wanna know more, click the link.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i KNOW all readers will need to hop right on over to &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://agiveawayeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/12/mavrakos-giveaway.html"&gt;A Giveaway Everyday&lt;/a&gt; and get their own names into the drawing. this gets ME 3 extra entries,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so it's a no-brainer to seduce some other chocolate-lovers into entering, which will work against me, to get those extra entries, which (obviously) work FOR me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get a bib before you click.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-2856594599974359530?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/2856594599974359530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=2856594599974359530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/2856594599974359530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/2856594599974359530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/12/age-mavrakos.html' title='AGE - Mavrakos'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-2930452136319181496</id><published>2009-12-15T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T19:25:46.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's 10 days to christmas and...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;today i went to the Evil Empire. (wal-mart, for the uninitiated.)  i wanted to get the rocker TV chairs that sit on the floor for my boys. they're getting 3 good gifts and a few smaller ones and that's IT. of course, one is guitar hero, and one is a punching bag. so this was the other big gift and then we were just going with a few books and suchlike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the EE is OUT of those chairs.  le sigh.  tomorrow i venture forth to the Mother Ship (target) for prescriptions and will try to acquire them again.  later in the week doing borders, and there's another EE near there, so i have a third source to try. and after borders, i can ship gifts around the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm mostly ready for christmas, in that i have a firm plan. but i'm feeling sick today and hope i can get it all done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-2930452136319181496?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/2930452136319181496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=2930452136319181496&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/2930452136319181496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/2930452136319181496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-10-days-to-christmas-and.html' title='it&apos;s 10 days to christmas and...'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-3761938381997202047</id><published>2009-12-14T16:04:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T16:09:06.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>are you a humbug?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;CHRISTMAS SHOPPING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do the words thrill you or fill you with dread?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just went shopping for the basics:  everyone gets new jammies, socks, and underwear for Christmas at our house.  the socks and underwear are really just so i know everyone has new ones every 12 months.  the jammies are so the kids can open something Christmas Eve, because i'm a diehard traditionalist and think it's just so WRONG to open anything before morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started out as a sweet little tradition, but as our family has grown, it's become a rather expensive undertaking.  and my other sweet little tradition, that of everyone getting a new ornament in their stocking each year, and each person has their own theme, has become a hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still enjoy the shopping.  but there's so much to be done, and i have to wait until the funds are in line before i can do the fun stuff, that mostly it's all become a chore.  and i HATES that, precious, i does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty sure all of us experience the shopping at different times as BOTH a hassle AND a pleasure.  (except perhaps DisGrace.)  do YOU agree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-3761938381997202047?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/3761938381997202047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=3761938381997202047&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/3761938381997202047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/3761938381997202047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/12/are-you-humbug.html' title='are you a humbug?'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-8415204080563556209</id><published>2009-12-12T10:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T10:23:10.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my little princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;she's such a caretaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm working this weekend.  the door opens and she peeks in. "do you want hot coffee?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reply with a laugh, "why yes, of course i'd love some hot coffee!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'll get you hot coffee!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i follow her out and she is "helping" daddy in the kitchen, doing dishes, stirring things up. he had sent her to let me know the coffee was ready, and this is how she does it, by offering to bring me some. what a little lovey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-8415204080563556209?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/8415204080563556209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=8415204080563556209&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/8415204080563556209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/8415204080563556209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-little-princess.html' title='my little princess'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-8736078645583117705</id><published>2009-12-12T08:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T08:38:20.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;dontcha HATE dreams where you fight with someone all night? you wake up EXHAUSTED and crabby. wish those people would be nicer during the day so i wouldn't have to dream about fighting with them all night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-8736078645583117705?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/8736078645583117705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=8736078645583117705&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/8736078645583117705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/8736078645583117705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/12/dreams.html' title='dreams'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-6451552725842714827</id><published>2009-12-11T10:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T10:21:18.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wherein i catch the spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bah humbug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;now that i've got THAT out of my system, i'm getting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/2009/12/catchin-spirit.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;cakewrecks is a fabulous fun website that is growing every day. and for the next 14 days, they're spotlighting a charity, donating their own money, and challenging their readers to EACH DONATE $1. major make-a-difference mojo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;who among us cannot afford $1 a day for 14 days? i'm TOTALLY broke-girl and i am committed to doing this! how many pledges can i get for others to do the same?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-6451552725842714827?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/6451552725842714827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=6451552725842714827&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/6451552725842714827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/6451552725842714827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/12/wherein-i-catch-spirit.html' title='wherein i catch the spirit'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-7950525061288596091</id><published>2009-12-10T11:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T11:54:31.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>internet woes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in my former life (lewisville), i used TimeWarner Cable for my internet and had not one single problem in 6 years.  thus, when i moved, it was a no-brainer; keep TWCable! and in the apartment it worked great and i was pleased with my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are too many damn choices in modern life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the hassle/disaster house, disaster recently struck again. my modem has been on the blink (sporadic problems) and finally gave up completely today. actually, it's TWC's modem. so i called the service line, and it tells you to reboot your modem, and you curse at it and it says "i don't understand." so you tell it I ALREADY _DID_ THAT! and it gives you a human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the human says, there are no other outages in your area, so we'll make an appointment for a service technician to come. the earliest appointment i have is saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot possibly be out of work until W-H-E-N-E-V-E-R saturday. she apologized for the inconvenience when i voiced this concern, but couldn't do any better. i told her i was sure the modem was the problem, so she told me to take it to a payment center and they could give me a new one; if that didn't work, we'd make an appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously, that worked. but the HASSLE involved in finding a payment center AND directions when your modem is down? you would not believe. i could go to the other side of durham or the other side of chapel hill; either way, there goes another hour, on top of the 1 or 2 i'd already spent fussing over the damn thing. i had to reboot everything to get it to cooperate with the computer but it's working BEAUTIFULLY, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i have a headache, lolly's irritated with me (i wouldn't let her play with the new one), and i have to leave for an orthopedist appointment in less than an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral: let's return to an agrarian society and stop having to make all these decisions all the time! i'm fed up with modern life. i'll keep science and medical advances, but the rest of the world can go to pot for all i care today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-7950525061288596091?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/7950525061288596091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=7950525061288596091&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/7950525061288596091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/7950525061288596091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/12/internet-woes.html' title='internet woes'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-3571377471065026198</id><published>2009-12-09T14:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T14:30:37.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>well aren't you just special?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lolly and i went to AC Moore today. why? to shop, duh. got color wonder christmas gifts and had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;some poor unfortunate soul had a small child along who wasn't happy about being there, and made sure everyone in the store knew it. the lady at the flower counter was making comments. fine. but she made sure she said "there's NOTHING so important that you can't take that child home when they're behaving like this." goes on to say she has 4 kids of her own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, i pity them. because a mom who doesn't get that people are different and have different needs isn't a fun mom to have. sometimes you don't get many opportunities to run errands. i needed to get some christmas gifts there, and today was when i could. if my kid was acting idiotic, i'd still need to get it done. and every kid isn't the same - some only fuss for a reason, and some fuss because they're a certain age and they need to fuss all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;no, it's not grocery shopping, the world won't end if you don't get your crafts done. but neither will it end if you have compassion instead of criticism. whaddayathink? whose side are you on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-3571377471065026198?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/3571377471065026198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=3571377471065026198&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/3571377471065026198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/3571377471065026198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/12/well-arent-you-just-special.html' title='well aren&apos;t you just special?'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-8610815774897911606</id><published>2009-12-08T10:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:15:17.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>et moi?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i dreamed last night that i was taking the bear of all tests (thanks a lot, Boob Nazi! this dream is ALL down to you!).  i was supposed to draw a map of europe - not label a map, draw the divisions for the countries in.  i don't even know the NAMES of the european states anymore, since the world changed. i skipped this part of the test to do last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i don't remember doing the math part because even subconsciously math is easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and it was an awful test, even&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" href="http://howcouldyounott.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-swallowing-i-apologize-love-boob.html"&gt;as BNzi described&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  i can't possibly describe it as well as she did, go read hers. because 1) it was a DREAM! and 2) she's very articulate. because of the muscles in her face and tongue and throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i NEED to go back to school and retrain for a new job. and that probably contributed to the dream, but the timing is allherfault. i hope she feels appropriate guilt! (that would be, none, lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;* * * * * * * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;i've accomplished my goal of posting more about me and mine than AGE and theirs. don't hold your breath for the NEXT post - it could be in 30 seconds, or 30 days, or who knows? i try to be inappropriate and amusing, not predictable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-8610815774897911606?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/8610815774897911606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=8610815774897911606&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/8610815774897911606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/8610815774897911606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/12/et-moi.html' title='et moi?'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-326205483907238008</id><published>2009-12-08T10:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:08:53.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;it's always more fun to post about twinkly 2-year-old than grumpy pre-adolescent males.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;of course i still love them! and they're still awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;* * * * * * * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;#2 son will be 10 on 12/21. he's the biggest "absent-minded professor" type you'll ever know. i can't really call him an airhead b/c he's damn smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;his school did a book fair this week. i came across his wish list (he forgot to give it to me) and he had asked for a book for his dad. i melt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;he takes care of his sissy every day after school while i run pick up his brother and never complains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;he goes to bed when he's tired and only gripes when others aren't quiet enough for him to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;do i always understand him? no. am i always charmed by him? no. but he's an awesome kid and i do love him an awful lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;* * * * * * * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;#1 son is 12.5 and has discovered the evils of the internet (nuff sed). he's withdrawn and moody, and then he turns into a little kid and wants hugs and kisses. he would like to take care of lolly-dolly ALL the time until she makes a poo in her diaper. then he gives her back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;he's authoritative and strict. (dunno where he gets THAT!) he's failed classes last term for failure to keep track of assignments and turn them in properly (or do them at all).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;he stays up and late and hogs the comfy chair in the TV room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;he's helping with laundry a LOT and has the biggest heart ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;he's my adorable little boy, and he's turning into a man, and i hate it but i love it and it's not an easy thing to live through. he's discovering LIFE isn't easy. i never want to let him go but at the same time i'm starting to see a light at the end of the tunnel - in 10 years i can buy a sportscar! for ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;eh - he's a 12.5-year-old kid, ups and downs are par for the course. he's ready to get his stupid braces off every day. and he's mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-326205483907238008?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/326205483907238008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=326205483907238008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/326205483907238008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/326205483907238008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/12/brothers.html' title='the brothers'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-8164798157796061023</id><published>2009-12-08T09:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:01:44.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>when in doubt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;i can ALWAYS post about my princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she came across a bag of clothes she'd outgrown that we'd misplaced in the move so they hadn't been handed down yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and put. them. all. on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first the dancy-dance onsie (with a tutu attached). then a sweatshirt and pants. next a long onsie/one-piece jumpsuit. then her halloween costume (a bumblebee) which was floating around trying not to get saved for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point, i had to force her to stop. nothing was fastening, but she was having a BLAST. so i guess we get to save some of these for dress-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she loves to sing and dance. she will stand up and dance even if she's almost asleep. twirling and lifting her arms like a ballerina - and where do they LEARN this stuff? she LOVES music. she's such a little PERSON, kwim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had another great story but my OLD brain has dropped it for now. more later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-8164798157796061023?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/8164798157796061023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=8164798157796061023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/8164798157796061023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/8164798157796061023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-in-doubt.html' title='when in doubt'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-5198500139221574824</id><published>2009-12-08T09:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T09:57:11.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AGE - diaper bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;i'm SO peeved with AGE. they keep having these adorable giveaways and as you can see, i'm blogging more about them than i am about my own adorable life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://agiveawayeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/12/mrs-smiths-diaper-bag-giveaway.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;today's is a diaper bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. it ALMOST makes me wish i had another baby to need it. it's an AWESOME diaper bag. but i'm entering the giveaway because my seester is having another baby - surprise! - next summer. and she could REALLY use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have to come up with something to say about my defiantly awesome life... because i refuse to blog more about AGE than about ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-5198500139221574824?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/5198500139221574824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=5198500139221574824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/5198500139221574824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/5198500139221574824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/12/age-diaper-bag.html' title='AGE - diaper bag'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-9189893928528904407</id><published>2009-12-04T08:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T08:42:26.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AGE - kidorable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;another giveaway everyday plug:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://agiveawayeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/12/kidorable-umbrella-giveaway.html"&gt;KIDORABLE is kidorable. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the name says it all. their products are awesome and AGE has lots of great stuff to say about how they are very conscientious about keeping kids safe, too. you will want to enter this giveaway as many times as you can, too; come back and comment with a link to YOUR blog post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-9189893928528904407?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/9189893928528904407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=9189893928528904407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/9189893928528904407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/9189893928528904407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/12/age-kidorable.html' title='AGE - kidorable'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-4616034474283107144</id><published>2009-11-30T17:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T17:44:25.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>withdrawral</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;help! Go Fug Yourself and the Fashion Police took the weekend off and only had BLAH shots of katie holmes and jennifer aniston today. i mean, seriously! they could substitute any pic of JA and i'd have the same ho-hum response. and katie just didn't have time after fighting with tom and splashing her face with cold water to do her hair and makeup. just saying, that's what it looks like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;this is my vicarious life, we gotta do better, folks! you feel me? f'reels!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-4616034474283107144?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/4616034474283107144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=4616034474283107144&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/4616034474283107144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/4616034474283107144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/11/withdrawral.html' title='withdrawral'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-5104565062358257803</id><published>2009-11-26T14:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T14:57:27.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>red-letter day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;i opened a new deodorant stick. and the entire nation gave thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;MLIA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-5104565062358257803?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/5104565062358257803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=5104565062358257803&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/5104565062358257803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/5104565062358257803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/11/red-letter-day.html' title='red-letter day'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-3648034041679640661</id><published>2009-11-26T10:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T10:40:37.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so, it's Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i'm thankful for little tiny candy canes. mm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thankful that the "thankful" posts are done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;i'm thankful for the Macy's T-Day Parade. even though i never get to watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;i'm thankful that it's FINALLY officially the Christmas season so i don't have to Bah-Humbug all the stupid false-starters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;i'm truly thankful for my sisters. (mum goes without saying, but just in case, i'm thankful for you, mum.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;and i'm thankful for my virtual sisters.  friends are family you make for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thankful i knew i'd hate doing this every day and saved up to post all my thankfulness at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;i'm thankful for my kids. even the ones i curse at. (now i've got you wondering, right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and i'm thankful for fun colors in my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Happy T-Day! try to be thankful, and if you can't be truly thankful, be glad i'm done with this post!  hahahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-3648034041679640661?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/3648034041679640661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=3648034041679640661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/3648034041679640661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/3648034041679640661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-its-thanksgiving.html' title='so, it&apos;s Thanksgiving'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-38388144656442912</id><published>2009-11-23T10:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:00:01.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>who doesn't love ladybugs?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;when we moved to our home in Lewisville in August 2002, the house had evidence of prior ladybug infestation - lots of yellowed dead shells in window sills etc.  we moved from that house 6 years later and had never had a problem with ladybugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;the house on hassle street (one disaster after another) had some ladybugs when we moved in late september.  as the weather cooled, they came inside, and even when they're in your hair and on your ceilings and everywhere, you feel bad for them because they're dying and so cute. LOTS of dead ladybugs right now, and they've been around obviously for 2 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;my Sweet Precious Darling Lolly has started preschool and LOVES the eensy-weensy spider song.  we sing it regularly.  today i was singing it to her, and got to the spider climbing up the spout again, when she interrupted and said it was a LADYBUG! i love watching her little mind work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-38388144656442912?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/38388144656442912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=38388144656442912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/38388144656442912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/38388144656442912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-doesnt-love-ladybugs.html' title='who doesn&apos;t love ladybugs?'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-7128841249602174150</id><published>2009-11-18T16:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T16:39:21.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>KK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;i'm gaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have a Krispy Kreme store near you, get up and go get a pumpkin doughnut. MMmmMMmmMM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you don't have one, i'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-7128841249602174150?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/7128841249602174150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=7128841249602174150&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/7128841249602174150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/7128841249602174150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/11/kk.html' title='KK'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-7099437826492419718</id><published>2009-11-17T09:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T09:42:01.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i start whining, i must say that my last 3 years have been one crisis after another, and i'm ready for all that to be over with. can we all just tell the universe to comply? thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it isn't ALL whining.  a week ago today, LaLa started preschool.  it's one morning a week and she LOVES it. no separation anxiety, nothing. and she's never been left this long - babysitting is RARE, and she's alone here with no one she knows. immediate transition. *sigh* woke up late today and went right in, no hesitation. and she is ANGELA now, tyvm, at least when she's at school. calls herself Lolly the rest of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 son got his report card also last Tuesday. he failed two classes and has become my slave and bond servant until the marks come up. the 3 years of stress haven't been easy on any of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both sons have whined their way out of 8-10 days of school before the first term ended. #1 doesn't do his makeup work, doesn't hand his homework in reliably, and thus failed two classes. that is the entire reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he got a couple of tongue-lashings and is now my laundry dude. because he's grounded from computer until at least december, so he may as well spend his time productively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 son has been fighting a urinary tract infection for MONTHS. so i got him in to see a pediatric urologist friday. their take on the sitch is that he likely NEVER had an INFECTION. but he doesn't drink enough. we're doing further workup with x-rays and ultrasounds, but pushing fluids. he also has always had a problem with constipation which can place pressure on the bladder and make it irritable (thus the pain), so we're pushing fluids AND exercise. going back to duke this friday to get scans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH wants to go to philadelphia for christmas but the plan as it stands is simply un-doable for me. no deets, sorry, i'll get too irritated. he says he doesn't understand but he often says that when he doesn't WANT to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, my schedule was to work last week. to take off tues/wed and work sat/sun. guess when i remembered? sunday at 2 p.m. while running errands. got home at 4 and crashed (errands can wear a girl out!). groveled monday. working this weekend. so my penance for not working last weekend is to get 2 days off immediately - today and tomorrow! wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how could i forget? my october weekend was later because of our trip in early oct. for nephew's wedding. then we've been swamped and i've worked on weekend days i wasn't scheduled. so it was too soon in my mind for another weekend. and with the week i had, keeping myself going at ALL was next to impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. good news? we didn't burn the full 100 gallons of fuel oil this month and can afford to eat for the next month! whee! (i'm ordering more while i'm feeling good about it because we KNOW we'll burn it up before spring.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-7099437826492419718?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/7099437826492419718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=7099437826492419718&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/7099437826492419718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/7099437826492419718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-week.html' title='my week'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-7365365922683873258</id><published>2009-11-16T10:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T10:06:12.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my latest discovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mylifeisaverage.com/"&gt;MY LIFE IS AVERAGE.&lt;/a&gt; keeps me laughing all day long. true stories? who cares! sometimes a little contrived? still hilarious! go check them out.  you know you want to. MLIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-7365365922683873258?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/7365365922683873258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=7365365922683873258&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/7365365922683873258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/7365365922683873258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-latest-discovery.html' title='my latest discovery'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-4201538244074564065</id><published>2009-11-10T11:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T11:42:00.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;can i just say, that didn't come out like it wanted it to, and MULTIPLE attempts at editing have been fruitless? it was really cute on the "preview" page, but then on the "publish" page, lumpy. there ya go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-4201538244074564065?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/4201538244074564065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=4201538244074564065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/4201538244074564065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/4201538244074564065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/11/gr.html' title='gr'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-8826538208192001248</id><published>2009-11-10T11:25:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T11:40:56.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>selfless postings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i know. it's hard to believe how selfless i am. i share because i care. and also because it gets me MULTIPLE ADDITIONAL ENTRIES in the giveaways.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;(it's clear i've been reading Seriously, So Blessed, from its influence on my post today. enjoy, and thank TAMN!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ahem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;today's giveaway:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://agiveawayeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/11/southern-magnolia-minerals-giveaway.html"&gt;Southern Magnolia Minerals&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; (that's the giveaway linky). their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.smmcosmetics.com/index.html"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; (that's the link to it) is GAWJUSS, and i'm excited about trying some of their stuff.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;[warning - it will PLAY MUSIC AT YOU. i hate that.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my face could use a break, and some new makeup is just the break it needs, right? i know.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;many of my family sells Mary Kay and i used to but i just couldn't SELL 24/7/365 and putting on makeup EVERY DAY? bummer. i hate sales because i have to be ON and i have to give up my family time. *sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;but the point was, they won't try it, probably. but my loyal followers deserve to read this, right? i'm so fractious today, i apologize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so i'll be getting me a starter kit if i don't win it, and i'll blog again about how it works! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(better than blogging about DH's birthday, which i totally dropped the ball on, i know. shut up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;luv u!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-8826538208192001248?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/8826538208192001248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=8826538208192001248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/8826538208192001248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/8826538208192001248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/11/selfless-postings.html' title='selfless postings'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-5218648058623830796</id><published>2009-11-05T07:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T07:35:55.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>choc.late</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;the folks at &lt;a href="http://agiveawayeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-take-cake-giveaway.html"&gt;AGE&lt;/a&gt; have done it again. you will be so hungry after clicking this link. i'm warning you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a bakery that delivers and you won't believe the stuff they sell. honestly, if i'd seen this before DH's birthday, i'd have bought HIS cake through them. it would have been for me, yes, but so what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite item, though is the &lt;a href="http://www.wetakethecake.com/layer-cakes/online-only/6-combo-cake.html"&gt;chocolate AND vanilla cake&lt;/a&gt;.  the chocolate cake is gorgeous, but the contrast in this just makes my mouth water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grab a glass of milk and enjoy browsing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-5218648058623830796?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/5218648058623830796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=5218648058623830796&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/5218648058623830796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/5218648058623830796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/11/choclate.html' title='choc.late'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-3162554408237284324</id><published>2009-11-04T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T09:25:12.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what the?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i was upstairs reading last night when i heard the television from downstairs. wal-mart has a commercial on that started singing "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF? hell no! it is NOT the most wonderful time of the year YET! it's barely November! i do my best to enjoy the extended christmas season because i can't make retailers wait until it's REALLY the christmas season before they start pushing it. but no, no, and hell, no, it isn't that time yet! at least have the decency not to put that song on until it IS the most wonderful time of the year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-3162554408237284324?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/3162554408237284324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=3162554408237284324&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/3162554408237284324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/3162554408237284324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/11/what.html' title='what the?'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-7112402848914259155</id><published>2009-10-31T10:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T10:22:41.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>old men</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;DH is officially 50 today! we have big celebrations planned and fun surprises, so stay tuned because i'll blog about them AFTER the event - so i can include his reactions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you gotta get old, you might as well do it with a BANG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-7112402848914259155?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/7112402848914259155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=7112402848914259155&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/7112402848914259155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/7112402848914259155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/10/old-men.html' title='old men'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-3125911806508520124</id><published>2009-10-31T10:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T10:20:26.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AGE scarf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;i've blogged before about &lt;a href="http://agiveawayeveryday.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Giveaway Every Day&lt;/a&gt; and what fun stuff they have. LOTS of stuff for babies, less often great stuff for mommies, but today is a gawgeous pashmina that i NEED extra entries for.  Go &lt;a href="http://agiveawayeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/10/azuri-cashmere-pashmina-shawl-giveaway.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see today's giveaway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;follow them on Google Reader if you like them - then you get to see the giveaways every day, and pick which ones to enter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-3125911806508520124?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/3125911806508520124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=3125911806508520124&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/3125911806508520124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/3125911806508520124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/10/age-scarf.html' title='AGE scarf'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-6994669419431480279</id><published>2009-10-30T10:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:56:49.839-04:00</updated><title type='text'>scared enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;last week, little princess locked us out of the downstairs bathroom.  the doors have locks with holes in the back side of the doorknob, but they're not pop-locks, and we couldn't unlock it. DH was in philadelphia and we just waited for him to come home.  he had to take the knob apart, and we learned that a slim slot-head screwdriver would work great as a key.  and we planned to go buy one to keep around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i was working hard, and the kids kept slamming doors and shouting, and i asked WHAT IS GOING ON???!!!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LaLa locked herself in her room and we're trying to get her out.  Is she scared? i ask?  VERY, they reply.  then why didn't you ask me for HELP??!!??!!  um, we thought you'd just know, because we were shouting.  while i had a headset on - i can certainly tell they're shouting, but not WHAT they're SAYING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem.  so i disassembled the doorknob and let the frightened child out.  is she traumatized? probably.  will she do it again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will she do it again? i don't even want to finish that thought. but i reassembled her doorknob with the lock on the OUTSIDE.  and we'll HOPE she's scared enough. and we found a screwdriver that fits in the locks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our house in lewisville, which we lived in for 6 years, starting over 7 years ago, had a bedroom with the doorknob lock on the outside, and we could NEVER FIGURE OUT WHY.  now we know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-6994669419431480279?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/6994669419431480279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=6994669419431480279&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/6994669419431480279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/6994669419431480279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/10/scared-enough.html' title='scared enough?'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-5379675978684704276</id><published>2009-10-29T10:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:44:31.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>subtext</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;if you haven't read my header/subheader in a while, NOW would be a good time. because my posts today are mostly inappropriate. but they WILL make you laugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-5379675978684704276?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/5379675978684704276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=5379675978684704276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/5379675978684704276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/5379675978684704276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/10/subtext.html' title='subtext'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-2538272557841923966</id><published>2009-10-29T10:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:43:21.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you don't want to know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;men should avert their eyes now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things have been JUST A LITTLE hectic since our move. there are boxes everywhere. and there is a 2-year-old who thinks all boxes are left out JUST for HER to EXPLORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem. apparently i HAD a box of pantiliners that were individually wrapped. i didn't put them away because they aren't my usual brand, my sister-in-law gifted them to me with other hygiene products she got for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not have pantiliners stuck all over the place ONLY because the child doesn't know they are sticky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what she DOES know is that they are fun to unwrap. so little folded-up pantiliners all over the place, and a little box full of unfolded pink wrappers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm torn between putting them away so she can't do this anymore and showing her about the sticky side to see just what she does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-2538272557841923966?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/2538272557841923966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=2538272557841923966&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/2538272557841923966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/2538272557841923966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-dont-want-to-know.html' title='you don&apos;t want to know'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-238175678143523565</id><published>2009-10-29T08:35:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T08:40:47.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>things are looking up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;oh, you're so going to laugh at THAT title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always been pretty casual about nudity. when the boys started noticing it, i was more careful with them, and now they're prepubescent they freak about nudity - theirs or mine. but i still shower with my little girl and she gets a kick out of taking a "quick shower" with mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last night we were in the bathroom getting ready for our quick shower, naked, and i sat down to pee before we got in.  she says, "What your bubbies doing?" (um, nothing?)  then she takes one breast between her two hands and lifts it up so it faces forward. "There!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently pointing down while unsupported, slouching, and urinating is unacceptable. they need to face the world and be happy! at all times! like my Lolly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-238175678143523565?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/238175678143523565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=238175678143523565&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/238175678143523565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/238175678143523565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-are-looking-up.html' title='things are looking up'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-7380990872050243711</id><published>2009-10-23T11:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T12:11:40.225-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;My little LaLa, SIGH, what to say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;i went to get the mail, and she insisted she needed mail. so i gave her the Walmart circular, which she promtly identified Walmart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;then she brought it to show me the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; lello (pink) &lt;/span&gt;pumpkin and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lello (pink) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dancing dress and tutu in the circular. i told her all 3 items were &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;, and that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;THIS color&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;. to which she repeated &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"pink"&lt;/span&gt; and internalized a moment. then told me they were&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; lello,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and she NEEDED a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;lello pumpkin and a lello dancing dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;never argue with a 2-year-old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she turned the page and saw cupcakes, and decided she needed CAKE.  RIGHT NOW.  since i choose not to argue without GOOD cause, i gave her cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;she does NOT like being told which numbers come in which sequence, and can be relied upon to count 1, 2, 5, 1, 2, 5.  but she dropped the pages of the circular and the other junk i gave her, and picked them up, and counted PROPERLY to 11. when i heard 6, 7, 8, i tuned in, and she went all the way to 11.  she just doesn't want to REWARD us by doing so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;she is a stubborn little stinker, but she's mine, and she's sunshine EVERY morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-7380990872050243711?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/7380990872050243711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=7380990872050243711&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/7380990872050243711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/7380990872050243711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/10/pink.html' title='pink'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-6879206531136874135</id><published>2009-10-16T18:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T18:12:41.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>guilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;mama programmed me well. i feel guilt over good things, bad things, small things, and large things, and sometimes not for the things i probably "should."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;yesterday, 10/15, was a day for remembering miscarriages and preemies who didn't make it. y'all may not know or remember, but i did have an early miscarriage before my firstborn made it to term. it was just 8 weeks, looked like the pregnancy didn't do anything more than start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;and it was the worst thing that had ever happened to me at the time. (having an infant in the NICU was much harder, i believe.) it broke my heart and i went to counseling and i was certain we'd be expecting again before the due date. and i was and i've moved on with my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;other women who have suffered losses will say things like "i think about you every day of my life" or they mourn, especially on 10/15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;and i don't. i don't think of it as a child, i got the children i was meant to have. i don't feel bad every day, i don't really feel bad about it ever. i lit my candle last year and thought about it, but i didn't remember yesterday and i don't even feel guilty over that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;life is complicated enough. i'm glad i'm healed and i don't feel bad, especially every day. and as of now, i'm done with feeling guilt over being emotionally healthy in this one aspect of my life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;(insert politically correct words here about not diminishing anyone else's experiences and whatnot... y'all know i'm not a hater.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-6879206531136874135?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/6879206531136874135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=6879206531136874135&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/6879206531136874135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/6879206531136874135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/10/guilt.html' title='guilt'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-4450686532338309618</id><published>2009-10-14T08:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T08:52:42.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;a friend of mine just posted a link &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://agiveawayeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/10/ritzy-misfit-giveaway.html"&gt;to this fun site&lt;/a&gt;. most of the things i've seen are for small children, but this one today is for MOMMIES!  to get more free entries i'm blogging about them but you'll enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite product on the etsy site is the secret garden heart lock. it's on the third page of items, and her products are all just fun and cute. enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-4450686532338309618?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/4450686532338309618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=4450686532338309618&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/4450686532338309618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/4450686532338309618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/10/age.html' title='AGE'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-1664585070586029753</id><published>2009-10-12T12:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T12:37:37.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding stories - or, the incredible disintegrating pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 413px; height: 1323px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="bb"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="b" valign="top" width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;we went to a nephew's wedding over the weekend. drove to philadelphia friday, wedding saturday, home sunday. a quick trip but it actually was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wedding was wonderful. a simply lovely wedding, flawless reception, just as nice as anyone could ever ask for. when you get married in the basilica of ss. peter and paul in philadelphia, you've got a leg up on atmosphere! but it was gorgeous and they both looked just so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday morning DH took the kids to the hotel pool for a while, then we got ready for the wedding. we all drove over to rich's mom's apartment, arrived around 1. she had arranged a babysitter to watch the kids there; the plan was to get to visit with her a little bit, be more comfortable with leaving our kids with a complete stranger before we had to go, and the plan was to leave at 2. i noticed my LOVELY velvet pants that i had bought for the wedding were shedding a bit but didn't think twice about it because they were new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 1:45 i noticed that the seams on my new dress pants were disintegrating. they must have been cut too close, and since velvet is cut to make it plush, when the seams pull out there's NOTHING there to sew back together. so i had a gap of 2 inches on either side of the inseam. can we panic now? (later noticed that the entire fly had pulled apart too. they WILL be going back!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIL lives next to a shopping center that contained a kohls. so i bolted to kohls and dragged DH  along with me - i was much less panicked not having to do this myself.  (besides, i already SHOPPED for this event!) pulled 3 pants off the rack that were in the right size range, black. they weren't as attractive but at this point the goal was COVERING MY BUTT, not making it look good. threw them on and off and on again, picked a pair, and wore it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the cashier and said, "I'm in the middle of a fashion emergency, can you scan my butt?" which he did capably and we paid and got back to MIL's place at 2:10. i am so efficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wedding was downtown at 3. the plan to leave at 2 left room for emergencies. we jumped in the car with MIL and headed to the church. only the route was closed for some special event - and that's the only way DH really knows to get there. fortunately the detour wasn't long, WAS well-marked, and put us back on the road we needed before it diverged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to the cathedral at 2:50, 1 minute after the bridal party. MIL and i got out while DH parked, and we all got to our seats in good time. whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from there things went very smoothly. the reception was gorgeous, food was amazing. it was so well put together. i drank rather more than i have in some time, but i had a really good excuse with the stress of having to dress for the wedding twice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-1664585070586029753?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/1664585070586029753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=1664585070586029753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/1664585070586029753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/1664585070586029753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/10/wedding-stories-or-incredible.html' title='wedding stories - or, the incredible disintegrating pants'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-3983460419346366274</id><published>2009-10-07T13:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T13:06:26.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT what you thought i'd be talking about, or things that make you go HM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;we moved on 9/28, and have had one disaster after another every single day since. yesterday was finally disaster-free. i could hold forth on all of them but frankly i'd rather not revisit. i'm anxious just thinking about talking about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so instead, i'll mention how i just realized HOW MUCH babies change your life. it's a TMI post, at which my regular readers will not NOT be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i no longer go to the bathroom until i cannot hold it any longer (that duration is affected, too, with my big-headed babies, but that's not the point). because my precious darling LaLa must always accompany and/or bang on the door yelling "what doing mama? i go poo! i go poo too!" this is not conducive to the relaxation that facilitates one's business. so i put it off in order to reduce the number of times every day i must live through the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every single minute detail of your life is changed once you have children. and you never regret it and wouldn't change it for the world. but sometimes you stop and realize how EVEN THAT has changed. yes, even that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-3983460419346366274?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/3983460419346366274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=3983460419346366274&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/3983460419346366274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/3983460419346366274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-what-you-thought-id-be-talking.html' title='NOT what you thought i&apos;d be talking about, or things that make you go HM.'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-4709472575870918961</id><published>2009-10-02T07:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T07:30:04.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hot Fat Girl Manifesto</title><content type='html'>i stole this from cupcake's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because being a hot fat girl is a lot of work and is undervalued or unrecognized.&lt;br /&gt;Because a fat girl still has to pay more money for uglier clothes or spend 11 hours at the thrift store to find anything hot to wear.&lt;br /&gt;Because if you take the elevator people think you’re lazy but if you’re on the treadmill people laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Because men like John Goodman and Bernie Mac get to have careers on television but sitcom moms of three still have size-two waists.&lt;br /&gt;Because even feminist magazines publish fat-phobic articles under the guise of it being a “health issue.”&lt;br /&gt;Because anti-capitalist activists still use expressions like “fat capitalist pig.”&lt;br /&gt;Because girls are dieting at the age of nine.&lt;br /&gt;Because side effects of the most popular diet drugs are seizures, heart failure, fecal urgency, breast cancer, lung disease, insomnia, nausea and vomiting, dangerously high blood pressure, abnormal heartbeat, psychosis, strokes, hallucinations and sudden death.&lt;br /&gt;Because the Cooper Institute’s ongoing study of 30,000 people has found that those who are fittest live the longest, no matter what they weigh.&lt;br /&gt;Because the doctor who said that there were 30,000 “obesity-related” deaths each year received over $2 million in research funding from Jenny Craig and Weight Watchers.&lt;br /&gt;Because that study prompted the FDA to approve Phen-Phen and Redux.&lt;br /&gt;Because fat hatred is a money-making industry.&lt;br /&gt;Because fat people who exercise live longer than thin people who don’t.&lt;br /&gt;Because if you lose weight ’cause you’re sick people tell you how great you look.&lt;br /&gt;Because hatred is so ingrained in every single one of us, especially inside the heart of even the hottest fat girl.&lt;br /&gt;Because even the most progressive people don’t talk or write about it.&lt;br /&gt;Because I am tired of being ignored, invisible, de-sexualized and told that I have such a pretty face.&lt;br /&gt;Because it’s not fat that kills, it’s fear of fat.&lt;br /&gt;For all that and more I am a part of the HOT FAT GIRL REVOLUTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hot Fat Girl Manifesto by Zoe Whittall&lt;img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29820507-446799869646736720?l=cupcakekicksback.blogspot.com" width="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-4709472575870918961?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/4709472575870918961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=4709472575870918961&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/4709472575870918961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/4709472575870918961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/10/hot-fat-girl-manifesto.html' title='The Hot Fat Girl Manifesto'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-229349643058797854</id><published>2009-10-01T10:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T10:15:10.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>whee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;i can see my new car from the window of the office in my "new"house. how's that for cheery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-229349643058797854?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-2780463003085570401</id><published>2009-09-30T08:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T08:14:28.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>road rage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;i was talking to someone on the phone while driving the other day, and stopped the conversation to rant about people who DON'T KNOW HOW TO USE TRAFFIC CIRCLES. we took our honeymoon in england so we learned very quickly how to use traffic circles. well, as i approached the circle, someone who was ALREADY IN THE CIRCLE stopped DEAD to let me in. very very big mistake. but she was smoking and i was on the phone so you know neither of us had our full attention on the road.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; (that's tongue-in-cheek, btw.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;and let me just put in an aside here - i have a headset, and if i'm on the phone in the car, i use it. there's still a risk, but one i'm willing to incur, as i truly believe an experienced driver is in no more danger talking on the phone than they are talking to a passenger, which is still legal, i believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the situation reminded me of our expedition to West Point last year for nephew's graduation. (nephew was recently deployed to the Iraq/Afghanistan zone, can't tell us where exactly! so please keep him in your prayers.) while in New York State, and WP is only an hour from NYC, give or take, we witnessed extreme road rage. we pulled up to a red light at a big intersection; there were 2 left turn lanes and 3 continuing lanes. we were in the left-hand continuing lane, when someone pulled up in the far left turn lane, GOT OUT OF HIS CAR, and proceeded to run to the car in front of him, and began CURSING the driver and HITTING the driver because he'd "nearly killed him back there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fortunately at this point the light turned green and we were able to get the heck outta there. i'm a good samaritan and would like to help but not if it puts me or my kids in danger. and i didn't know the area well enough to call the cops and get them out there. this man was freaking nuts! and the little guy in the car in front of him was in such shock he couldn't even defend himself! the weather was nice and his window was down, and he was suddenly accosted and beaten right through the driver's window!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this reminiscence reminds me WHY I LOVE LIVING IN THE SOUTH. there were many fine things about the philadelphia area that i loved and i do miss sometimes. but people tend to be more laid-back and calm instead of aggressive and violent in such situations. i would beep the horn (in an appropriate situation) in philadelphia and my friends would panic and tell me someone was liable to shoot me for honking the horn! and i replied i refuse to live my life in fear of some idiot. but at least that's rarer here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-2780463003085570401?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-2220341629302014819</id><published>2009-09-30T06:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T06:25:31.192-04:00</updated><title type='text'>moving</title><content type='html'>sucks. that is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-2220341629302014819?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/2220341629302014819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=2220341629302014819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/2220341629302014819'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 3-month-old baby hospitalized with seizures, brain bleed, broken ribs, broken leg, and diagnosed with "nonaccidental trauma" will make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hug your kids and be glad they're healthy.  i'm fierce about protecting my kids, but we can't protect them 24/7/365 for life.  and this breaks my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-1496529779637895081?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/1496529779637895081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=1496529779637895081&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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krimpets. we found them at the store last night, and she went nuts on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;this morning, i let her have them for breakfast because i'm the best mommy (also she's not feeling well). inhaled the first one, then ate JUST THE FROSTING off the second. because that's just how she rolls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;she makes me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-5963095898252166771?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/5963095898252166771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=5963095898252166771&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/5963095898252166771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/5963095898252166771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/09/tastykake.html' title='tastykake!'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-326112217654246444</id><published>2009-09-15T15:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T15:14:07.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'>25 firsts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;1. Who was your first prom date?&lt;br /&gt;didn't go to prom. did later go to a frat formal, which i decided was as close as i was getting so it was good enough. and that was kent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you still talk to your first love?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was your first alcoholic drink?&lt;br /&gt;jungle juice probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What was your first job?&lt;br /&gt;paper carrier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What was your first car?&lt;br /&gt;1978 Datsun F10, which i lurved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who was the first person to text you today?&lt;br /&gt;no texts. :( but most of my texts are between #1 son and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who was the first person you thought of this morning?&lt;br /&gt;the last person who made me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who was your first grade teacher?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Lott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Where did you go on your first flight in a plane?&lt;br /&gt;Washington DC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who was your first best friend and do you still talk?&lt;br /&gt;it took me a long time to have a BFF and i don't talk to my first one but i talk to lanalana all the time now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Where was your first sleepover?&lt;br /&gt;my aunt Tam's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who was the first person you talked to today?&lt;br /&gt;DH? or #2 son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Whose wedding were you in for the first time?&lt;br /&gt;my own, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What was the first thing you did this morning?&lt;br /&gt;hit the snooze for 30 extra minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What was the first concert you went to?&lt;br /&gt;u2 with ryan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. First tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;i'm planning a pixie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. First piercing?&lt;br /&gt;ears, age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. First foreign country you went to?&lt;br /&gt;France, Feb. 1992&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. First movie you remember seeing?&lt;br /&gt;Mary Poppins, and i always fell asleep during the STUPID lullaby in the middle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What state did you first live in?&lt;br /&gt;Arizona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who was your first room mate?&lt;br /&gt;my big sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When was your first detention?&lt;br /&gt;middle school, for not getting something signed (so many people didn't that they told us we'd get detention the next day if it wasn't signed, and a lot of us then went to detention) - but that was my ONLY detention. ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What is one thing you would learn, given the chance?&lt;br /&gt;i love learning languages, i'd love to study italian, or german, or japanese, or all of those and then some. and i really want to sky dive before i die, it's the first thing i put on my bucket list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Who will be the next person to post this?&lt;br /&gt;Lana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-326112217654246444?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/326112217654246444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=326112217654246444&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/326112217654246444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/326112217654246444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/09/25-firsts.html' title='25 firsts'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-6520614213892278108</id><published>2009-09-14T09:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T09:35:17.507-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ahem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;excuse me. had to take a break to COLOR tinkerbell in the color wonder coloring book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LaLa wants ALL the pens open, all the time, so she can color when the whim strikes her with whichever color she likes, without having to go to the bother of uncapping/capping them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got tired of fighting the battle after weeks on end, and left the damn things open. today she tried to color with the dried-up one, and i said, "THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DON'T PUT THE LIDS ON YOUR PENS!" so she hopped up and found the box and got out a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does she get it? i don't know. but those things take a LONG time to dry up - as they should, given their high cost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-6520614213892278108?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/6520614213892278108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=6520614213892278108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/6520614213892278108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/6520614213892278108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/09/ahem.html' title='ahem'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-5569942016184279082</id><published>2009-09-14T09:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T09:29:22.377-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tinkerbell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;somebody is wearing panties without any diapers for the first time today. they have tinkerbell on them, so that's a motive. also i was painting my nails saturday and when LaLa wanted some, i told her only big girls who don't wear diapers get their nails painted. she has been using the potty (except naps and at night) since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-5569942016184279082?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/5569942016184279082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=5569942016184279082&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/5569942016184279082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/5569942016184279082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/09/tinkerbell.html' title='tinkerbell'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-3785693283062781881</id><published>2009-09-13T11:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T11:05:20.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cake wrecks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ALWAYS a joy to read, highlighting stupid mistakes "wreck-erators" make (usually look like grocery store bakery level cakes).  BUT - on Sundays, they show gorgeous cakes, like the food network level stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;today's spotlight:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunday-sweets-ribbons-and-lace.html"&gt;wedding cakes with string work.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; you will plotz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-3785693283062781881?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/3785693283062781881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=3785693283062781881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/3785693283062781881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/3785693283062781881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/09/cake-wrecks.html' title='cake wrecks'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-3517229840662331020</id><published>2009-09-13T07:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T07:40:22.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the best story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;how could i have forgotten this one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went in my room and locked the door 2 days ago, then headed to the bathroom to do my business. LaLa HATES when we go in another room without her, and started yelling. a minute later, a little red head peeked around the corner with the BIGGEST smile you ever saw!  "i DID it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 2-year-old has learned to UNLOCK doors.  they're the kind of locks you can undo with a penny or a thumbnail. she used a craft popsicle stick/tongue depressor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i came out, she showed me how to _lock_ the door with the popsicle stick, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm doomed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-3517229840662331020?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/3517229840662331020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=3517229840662331020&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/3517229840662331020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/3517229840662331020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/09/best-story.html' title='the best story'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-1113854992173725338</id><published>2009-09-12T13:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T13:46:48.258-04:00</updated><title type='text'>princess diaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;since i have THE CUTEST 2-year-old on earth, i've been saving up a list of LaLa-isms to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;can you guess what "teenabudr" is? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(peanut butter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;her loves herm teenabudr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Diego came on TV yesterday. she started shouting EGGO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;woke up just in a great mood yesterday. changed the diaper and she hopped up, headed for the kitchen, saying "i get chippies!" i said WHAT? sure i hadn't heard her right. and she said, "i have some chippies PLEASE?" who could tell that child no? i usually only prompt her manners, but she's learning this from how i correct her brothers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;she was taking a nap in the car not long ago, woke up, blinked, and said "i happy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;last road trip we took, she asked what are you doing mommy? and i said, I'm Driving, What Are YOU Doing?  reply: "I Happy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;i took princess to the grocery store a couple of days ago. she always insists on pushing the bitty carts, and she always has to open the bread to get a snack. so she was pushing her cart and eating her bread - which wasn't easy for her - i'm training her to multi-task early!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;the stubborn thing has potty-trained herself twice since 16 months of age, looked around and decided this wasn't enough fun for the fuss, and quit. she's starting again to be interested in using the potty. hoping this time sticks! won't wear pull-ups, only wants diapers - she can get them off more easily. i'm going to invest in some sticker rewards, since she's mad for stickers lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;we went early to carpool line one day because we were already out and about.  she did NOT like the wait and begged to get brother NOW and go swinging. for 15 minutes straight, she wanted to get OUT and go SWING.  we will NOT be going to carpool early in future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;and a newish thing she does ALL THE TIME - that's (brother), ALL RIGHT! that's my purse, all right! etc.  only it comes out ah-wight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;and a mom-ism: i've been using my spray gel again because my hair looks better, and i was thinking of this as a styling product exclusively. then i'd get up the next day and be astonished at how nice my hair looked in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;that might be because it's GEL and it's meant to HOLD the style, not just create it. i don't want to tell you how long it took me to catch on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; *blush*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-1113854992173725338?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/1113854992173725338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=1113854992173725338&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/1113854992173725338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/1113854992173725338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/09/princess-diaries.html' title='princess diaries'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-8705250168058813390</id><published>2009-08-25T09:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T09:55:19.054-04:00</updated><title type='text'>on white shirts and orange juice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I no longer buy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; shirts. I only seldom drink &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Orange Juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. But it seems, if I'm in the mood to wear a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; shirt, I'm also in the mood to drink &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;OJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. and the twain shall ALWAYS meet with me in the middle! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;OJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; does NOT like to come out of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;white &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shirts; thus the reason I no longer buy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being nearly 40, it's nice to know a few things about yourself. and you don't BUY the stupid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; shirts anymore. (My wonderful mum gave me one a couple of years ago. which I promptly stained. I just stenciled over the stain so I could wear it again, and I'm enjoying wearing it. It doesn't provoke the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;OJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; response like a clean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; shirt would.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Last month, I bought a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;WHITE CAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you can guess where this is going. I can hear the groans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I parked at the curb at Trader Joe's, and returned my cart to the corral. Before I even got INTO the car, I heard a thud. The stupid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; cart had fallen off the curb and onto my bumper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news: NO DAMAGE.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;BIG RED STRIPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; down the bumper of my BRAND-NEW car (3 weeks old then).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grumbled and cussed for a few minutes, and tried to decide if I needed to be distraught over this. Then I remembered the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;WHITE-SHIRT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; phenomenon. And I decided I'm GLAD the car is stained. Because NOW it won't ATTRACT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;ORANGE JUICE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-8705250168058813390?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/8705250168058813390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=8705250168058813390&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/8705250168058813390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/8705250168058813390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-white-shirts-and-orange-juice.html' title='on white shirts and orange juice'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-3696627594466275331</id><published>2009-08-25T09:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T09:45:42.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Band-Aids</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;My precious darling LaLa fell and got several large scrapes on Sunday. We didn't even see the one on her back (she was wearing a dress, which flipped up) until that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went into my first-aid kit and got out my giant Band-Aids with Neosporin built in. I LOVE Neo Band-Aids because I don't have to find the stupid ointment. And I said, as I got them laid out to put on her poor swollen scrapes, "This is why I keep these on hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the 2-year-old immediately told me "No, mom, on my back!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;It's only funny until someone gets hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;No, no, that's not what I meant to say. I meant it's funny the first time they say something like that; around about the 100th you want to go Homer on them. Fortunately it will take a while before I'm that frustrated with her know-it-all-ness. I know this because my 9-year-old is presently smarter than any living thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;2-year-old know-it-all: CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;9-year-old know-it-all: MADDENING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-3696627594466275331?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/3696627594466275331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=3696627594466275331&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/3696627594466275331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/3696627594466275331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/08/band-aids.html' title='Band-Aids'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-3367097263935967561</id><published>2009-07-29T09:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T09:06:44.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>anybody notice?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;that i've posted more this week than just about the whole calendar year of 2009 combined? weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i was struggling with depression and colds for most of the spring up until this week. so i guess it makes sense. can we say i've done my time and refuse to be sick for the next 2 years? wouldn't it be nice?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-3367097263935967561?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/3367097263935967561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=3367097263935967561&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/3367097263935967561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/3367097263935967561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/07/anybody-notice.html' title='anybody notice?'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-2127438328179772012</id><published>2009-07-29T08:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T09:02:42.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>karma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;a few months ago, my precious darling princess got hold of a dry-erase marker. and what did she ruin with it? none of her winter clothes, outgrown clothes, hand-me-downs, or even nice things someone else bought. no. nothing i bought ON SALE, even (which is the majority of my spending).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she drew on the front of her BEAUTIFUL pink shirt i bought at FULL PRICE. the second time she wore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried hair spray (takes out most inks), OxyClean (takes out most everything else), spray-n-wash, multiple washings with the above, combining every cleaning product in my arsenal.  just about any other marker would have been gone or mostly gone by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no. DRY-ERASE markers apparently are the most tenacious things around. we should all mark our personal property with them in case of burglary! black marks on this adorable blouse. every time i see it i kind of want to scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all i can do is thank karma, because i did worse than that to my mother (and sister's hand-me-downs, for which she has yet to forgive me). and save the blouse for a quilt-to-be-named-later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-2127438328179772012?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/2127438328179772012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=2127438328179772012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/2127438328179772012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/2127438328179772012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/07/karma.html' title='karma'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-4924446691432335827</id><published>2009-07-28T20:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:59:29.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>full-time feelings (day 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;#1 son: i have to do too much helping&lt;br /&gt;#2 son: what?&lt;br /&gt;princess: WHERE IS MY MOMMY? I WANT MY MOMMY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;DH: why are you so tired?&lt;br /&gt;me: i can do this. i just wish i could do it better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-4924446691432335827?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/4924446691432335827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=4924446691432335827&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/4924446691432335827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/4924446691432335827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/07/full-time-feelings-day-2.html' title='full-time feelings (day 2)'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-1376598017871724044</id><published>2009-07-28T20:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:57:39.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>healthcare</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;everybody go read this article: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mintzworks-livingoutloud.blogspot.com/2009/07/universal-health-care-is-neither.html"&gt;Universal Health Care is neither Universal nor understood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;seriously. i've heard so many people who don't know anything about it who TALK as if they DO. i didn't know much about it, but i figured why worry about something unless i'm willing to do the research and find out what it's about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so somebody else did that and i read their information. and it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comments encouraged!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-1376598017871724044?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/1376598017871724044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=1376598017871724044&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/1376598017871724044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/1376598017871724044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/07/healthcare.html' title='healthcare'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-4466485859751780840</id><published>2009-07-28T20:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:51:20.882-04:00</updated><title type='text'>zac efron</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;what GIVES? i don't see any appeal in him at ALL. he's not cute, he has bad hair, he dresses like a throwback (and NOT a good one like MY era was).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;i have no trouble with sharkboy or harry potter being young enough to be my SONS and still thinking they're awful damn cute, but zaccy is just a flash in the pan that needs to be OVER already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;that is all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-4466485859751780840?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/4466485859751780840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=4466485859751780840&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/4466485859751780840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/4466485859751780840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/07/zac-efron.html' title='zac efron'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-6281354445801805739</id><published>2009-07-27T08:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:06:42.707-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and an update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;we have a new car! it's a beautiful new mazda5, just what i wanted only MORE, b/c inventories are disappearing rapidly with the government money available. got great discounts b/c i took delivery from dealer stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have a new (old) house, too! we'll be moving late september (must put in 60-day notice at apartment complex), and i'm super excited for it. i daydream about where i'll put what all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one wonderful feature is that there is a daycare ACROSS THE STREET from the new/old house. i talked to them before we put down the deposit about the neighborhood and their rates, and they are much more affordable than anyone i've found previously, PLUS they will do part-time, PRO-rated, not some 75% for half-time deal. serendipity again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sposta be werkin but had to take a break to update my internet buddies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-6281354445801805739?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/6281354445801805739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=6281354445801805739&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/6281354445801805739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/6281354445801805739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-update.html' title='and an update'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-8449875111731861816</id><published>2009-07-27T07:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:02:50.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my little omnivore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;DH made a "light supper" last night: pasta salad with olives and onions, and some grated cheese, and a green salad. (i mention this primarily because it's not a combination i would have come up with.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LaLa ate my cucumber, which she has tried once before and didn't like. i removed the rind so she could get a good first bite, and that was the last i was allowed to touch the thing. then she wanted to try the olives. and that was the last anyone else saw of OLIVES. she ate all of mine, then DH's, then foraged through the boys' dinners and ate them all. meanwhile, she tried green onions (liked taste, and they were STRONG, but not the texture, gave back some slippery layers), and Pepperoncini off DH's plate. kept going back for more tastes until all the interesting food was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she ate 2 noodles and one lettuce leaf, as well. i told her to eat more pasta intermittently during the olive expedition, but was told No, I eating OLIVES! last new food was a tomato (also in a salad), which she similarly loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could have worse troubles than a kid who will only eat vegetables. she is SO 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;we did have a similar experience with #2 son when he first encountered olives, but he didn't do the 2-year-old thing and accepted other foods. we just had to order a side dish of olives for him at restaurants if we wanted him to eat for a while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-8449875111731861816?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/8449875111731861816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=8449875111731861816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/8449875111731861816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/8449875111731861816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-little-omnivore.html' title='my little omnivore'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-1001090598700373674</id><published>2009-07-18T12:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:03:32.629-04:00</updated><title type='text'>some good luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;and now for NEW news, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the job front, my supervisor called me yesterday and asked if i was still interested in first shift. YES! i can move to first shift if i'll work full-time, she said. what a dilemma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;child care is the first hurdle. and my fervent desire to finally get a degree is another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since traveling, and pondering life choices and goals, my Far Eastern brother had mentioned some of his dreams and goals (online). and that provoked some thought, and i had decided to go after a teaching degree. i'll never get rich, but i'll never be out of work - because my best skills are math and science, and there has been a shortage of such teachers since before I was a kid. so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of the way the community college teaches anatomy and physiology, i have to take both at the same school in order to transfer them. knew this going in. finished A but not P. so i need to take P, but chemistry would make it lots easier. so i had realized i wanted to take chemistry fall '09 and physiology spring '10, and do my damndest to find a way to get to school full-time in fall '10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on reflection, full-time employment shouldn't preclude those courses, b/c they're available online and i'll only have to travel for exams, if that (we moved 80 miles east of that comm. college last august).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the housing luck makes the employment full-time more possible. we have spent a year living on each others limbs in a nice apartment, but with 3 kids AND a work-at-home me, way too small. viewed a house for rent (SAME PRICE) this week with 4 bedrooms, only 1-1/2 baths, but an office, a dining room, an unfinished basement (storage), and a sunroom. DH will be viewing Mon. and i'll be transferring the deposit to my checkbook so we can apply. can't beat it, can live in it until we can buy (probably after degree obtained).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am SO excited about the house! i can't really describe it here. but it would make our lives so much easier. especially the working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and car news: who hasn't heard about the &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.cars.gov/"&gt;Cash for Clunkers&lt;/a&gt; program? i have wanted a &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.mazdausa.com/MusaWeb/displayPage.action?pageParameter=modelsMain&amp;amp;vehicleCode=MZ5&amp;amp;providertag=MazdaSEM&amp;amp;servicetag=T1MZ50312012&amp;amp;sem=1&amp;amp;s_kwcid=TC%7C6458%7Cmazda5%7C%7CS%7Ce%7C2791832263&amp;amp;bhcp=1"&gt;Mazda5&lt;/a&gt; since its introduction. now it's a possibility. especially with the increased work hours, we can afford it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; so many things are coming together for us, it's just bound to work out. (we haven't quite qualified yet, and i probably can't get a manual transmission which i'd really rather have, but i'll take a new car over an old and about-to-break-down van any day!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-1001090598700373674?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/1001090598700373674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=1001090598700373674&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/1001090598700373674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/1001090598700373674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-good-luck.html' title='some good luck'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-2678602786532046909</id><published>2009-07-18T12:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T12:18:38.672-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fabulous vaca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oz43TK_b5as/SmH1Mod-CYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/DdNI0FdNGwA/s1600-h/famtreebig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oz43TK_b5as/SmH1Mod-CYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/DdNI0FdNGwA/s320/famtreebig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359834628917954946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We had a wonderful trip, nearly 2 weeks away from home. It was GREAT to get out of our routine. LaLa shared her cold with all of us except #2 son, which WASN'T great, but i'll take a vacation + sick over no vacation and no sick any day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;visited the family, saw everyone except my Far Eastern brother, his wife, and their halflings (in Japan they call mixed-race kids "halfs" so this is my term for them).  it's several months' salary to travel to the U.S. so it's a rare event. *sigh*  our trip was less than 1 month for DH, and we spent his bonus to do it. woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;not much exciting other than visits. #1 sister's dog had to make emergency trips to the vet twice for an allergic reaction and a chocolate disaster. LaLa fed the 8-pound dog a mini Dove bar, but 1 ounce of chocolate is toxic in a mini daschund, so off she went for purging. and not one, but TWO nephews broke their arms the first day we were together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;my craft project above (a reunion shirt) was very popular and consumed mass quantities of time, energy, and space. i'm so proud. but it provoked some neat creativity and originality, and was lots of fun. (the toes are just extra; it's a camera phone and not the best resolution, but gives you the concept.) the tree has one branch for each of my parents' children, and one leaf for each member of the respective families.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;got to meet one of my e-BFFs, and sadly i was ill and couldn't love on her baby (super-preemie, age 8 months/5 months adjusted). but still awesome to meet up and be able to put a FACE to the person i know so well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;been home 5 days and life has upheaved and rearranged itself and put a new pudding in the middle - eclipsing some of the nonsense i would otherwise have posted about the trip. DH and I are doing lots better since having a break from routine and each other (he only stayed 7 days). we even had a DATE last night, the first in well over a year! woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-2678602786532046909?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/2678602786532046909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=2678602786532046909&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/2678602786532046909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/2678602786532046909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/07/fabulous-vaca.html' title='fabulous vaca'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oz43TK_b5as/SmH1Mod-CYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/DdNI0FdNGwA/s72-c/famtreebig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-9031881998522463424</id><published>2009-06-25T22:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:51:16.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;what a week! first ed mcmahon (a relief he won't have to shill for "Cash for Gold" anymore), then farrah (not unexpected, but so sad she didn't get to marry Ryan when she had finally said yes), and finally the shocker of the day/week/month - MICHAEL JACKSON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss him when he was a man, before he became a caricature and a punchline.  he was a genius of an artist, and he was planning a comeback in London next month. who knows what could have been? but his kids might be a little less abby-normal without the strange-man he had become, and i hear his oldest is also talented... time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am sad for his loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-9031881998522463424?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/9031881998522463424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=9031881998522463424&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/9031881998522463424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/9031881998522463424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip.html' title='RIP'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530034.post-6408215241723697134</id><published>2009-06-11T21:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:58:59.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>first day of summer vaca</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;for the kids, at least; not me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we got out to lunch to celebrate, and went to AC Moore to pick up the essential items for the family T-shirt. everyone got new drawing pads, and LaLa got a COLOR WONDER coloring book.  she thinks it's pretty spiffy - and so do the rest of us.  we're fighting over who gets to 'help' her color in her tinkerbells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ordered a new phone so we'd have a "house" phone/text back and forth when i leave the kids alone for 30 minutes straight, and #1 son can take it with him when he's out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and got ticked off at the rental agent who thinks he shouldn't have to WORK for his job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i even got the kids to do some housework AND some educational exercises. now, if we can keep up our energy and manage to accomplish more than "maximum possible games of Farkle played with our summer," i'll be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9530034-6408215241723697134?l=mamabear1001.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/feeds/6408215241723697134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9530034&amp;postID=6408215241723697134&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/6408215241723697134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9530034/posts/default/6408215241723697134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabear1001.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-day-of-summer-vaca.html' title='first day of summer vaca'/><author><name>MamaBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219560967391102167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
