<?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-7614350011592654715</id><updated>2012-02-02T08:26:47.316-08:00</updated><category term='templates'/><category term='cancer'/><category term='frog'/><category term='dad'/><category term='1955'/><category term='news'/><category term='dinner'/><category term='books'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='bathing'/><category term='boys'/><category term='projects'/><category term='art'/><category term='twins'/><category term='flower'/><category term='ants'/><category term='Frugal living'/><category term='Safeway'/><category term='authors'/><category term='sneaking'/><category term='summer'/><category 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href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>169</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-5163175323729810596</id><published>2010-01-09T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T21:04:34.313-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pink eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colds'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did it.&lt;br /&gt;I actually survived training &amp;amp; I've got my own window, I can't believe it!&lt;br /&gt;Now for a completely new kind of stress...not screwing up.&lt;br /&gt;(no pressure)&lt;br /&gt;I only helped 4 people cos it was late in the day when I actually got to set up my window but Monday I'll be in the hot seat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zoinks&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;(pray for me please, pray lots &amp;amp; pray hard)&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty fun, I like talking to people &amp;amp; our townsfolk can be very interesting.  Even more so because my coworkers have lived here a long time &amp;amp; we all know how small towns are...I'm learning all kinds of good stuff! &lt;br /&gt;But only during lunch.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;a'hem&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;So we were planning on a quick trip to visit my sister this weekend.  Adah &amp;amp; I need haircuts &amp;amp; my sis lives close enough that the cost of driving there is about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;equivalent&lt;/span&gt; to paying someone else to do it.  Adah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; likes having her aunt do her hair - Margaret sprinkles glitter in the kids hair when she's done &amp;amp; Adah LOVES it.  She totally gets her princess vibe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt;' &amp;amp; checks herself out in every mirror in the salon - she's so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Anyhoo&lt;/span&gt;, this time we planned on all of us going so the boys could hang out with their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt;-cool &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tween'ish&lt;/span&gt; boy cousins (total hero worship &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt;' on there) &amp;amp; so we could go to church with Great Grandpa K Sunday morning. &lt;br /&gt;Then Eli got a sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;So we amended the plan to a girls trip.&lt;br /&gt;Then Eli developed a magnetic attraction to mommy's lap &amp;amp; mommy's sick-child instincts kicked into high gear.&lt;br /&gt;So we further amended the plan to a day trip Sunday, nixing the visit with Great Grandpa because we don't want to take the chance of making him sick.&lt;br /&gt;Then Eli's eye got all pink &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;goobery&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;The further, further amended plan is to take Eli to the urgent care clinic first thing in the morning (to get him diagnosed with pink-eye which I've had so many times I can diagnose it myself) &amp;amp; then Adah &amp;amp; I will make our trip to get new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;do's&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; have some girl-time with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;auntie&lt;/span&gt; M and (hopefully) make it back before dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what surprise we shall discover in the morning...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-5163175323729810596?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/5163175323729810596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=5163175323729810596&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/5163175323729810596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/5163175323729810596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-did-it.html' title=''/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-1056067953022740321</id><published>2010-01-06T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T18:57:57.543-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'>In which my writing skills go out the window...</title><content type='html'>I ended the day feeling good for the first time in days.  I made some headway in my training &amp;amp; I think I may just finish most of it by the end of the week &amp;amp; keep TB happy.  That's the plan anyway.  (fingers crossed, knocking on wood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My struggle right now is that I'm so dang tired.  Tonight I'm going to bed before the kids, I plan on doing some studying in bed but at least I'll be in the right place.  I usually hang out with Chris &amp;amp; watch a show or 2 online after they go to bed but when I do that I end up not getting to sleep until about 11 &amp;amp; that ain't cutting it sleep wise.  (you can tell in the writing of this post - usually I take the time to revise it until my thoughts flow better &amp;amp; I have halfway decent sentence structure but tonight I'm so tired I just don't care.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to supervise homework now &amp;amp; then straight to bed...nightie night y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-1056067953022740321?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/1056067953022740321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=1056067953022740321&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/1056067953022740321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/1056067953022740321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-which-my-writing-skills-go-out.html' title='In which my writing skills go out the window...'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-5249589515901479665</id><published>2010-01-03T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:25:37.758-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='housekeeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Girlfriends spell relief!</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time with the Lord &amp;amp; with my prayer/Bible study group felt soooooo good today! I have not been spending time with God lately &amp;amp; I'm feelin' it - as evidenced by my past week &amp;amp; yesterday's post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yeah, I'm a quick one I am.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew this morning that even though we got up late, I needed to get my fanny to church &amp;amp; meet with my group. The sermon was great, as it always is, Pastor Dan is a wonderful Pastor but I could just feel God pushing me to get with the girls, share my heart with them &amp;amp; pray, pray, pray. I am so thankful to have this group of women. Gals I can laugh with, cry with &amp;amp; spill my guts to (in total confidence they will keep all my deep dark secrets) are worth more than their weight, I can tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home from church with a spring in my step, thanks to God &amp;amp; the knowledge that my gals will be uplifting me whenever God brings me to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, my euphoria did not last long. Chris had me sit with him while he checked the grocery sales online &amp;amp; I was attacked with separation anxiety over my former task. As I'm sure you understand, his brain does not work the way mine does &amp;amp; as a result he was not doing it the 'right' way. I almost got a knot in my poor lil tummy watching the train wreck in progress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so it really wasn't that bad, he's doing fine, but there's a learning curve to finding the best deal &amp;amp; a lot of the household shopping savvy resides in my head, not his. I wanted to give him a list of what is typically better priced at which store but he prefers to figure it out himself. I understand because he'll understand it better that way but I did have to go into the other room for a minute so I could mutter about all my hours of work figuring this out for nothing...no drama here, nope none at all! (Where does my daughter get that trait? Hmmm...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been better with the kids today too. I expected to loose my mind during the sermon this morning - the kids are not very good at sitting through the whole thing &amp;amp; there's lots of whining &amp;amp; whispered fighting that gets significantly slightly louder as the time progresses.  But I kept my cool &amp;amp; wasn't even very irritated with them.  We played a bit when we got home &amp;amp; I had snuggle time with a couple of them so that was good as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my gal-pals gave me a good idea for a after school/work routine for us - reading (um doy) which is one of my favorite pastimes.  Well, more accurately reading &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; books is one of my favorite pastimes - whenever I start reading one of their books I begin yawning within 2 pages, weather or not I actually like the book &amp;amp; I want to stop immediately.  But I think I have discovered some books that will work well for us - I began reading Mrs. Pigglewiggle's farm to them recently &amp;amp; we all love it!  Books like Ramona, Pippi Longstocking, Mrs. Pigglewiggle &amp;amp; the like I can get into.  They have a story I actually enjoy &amp;amp; the kids are old enough now that it captures their attention too - bonus!!  I'll let you know how it goes, although I want to read an installment this evening I think I'll wait until tomorrow &amp;amp; start the week out right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday y'all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-5249589515901479665?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/5249589515901479665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=5249589515901479665&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/5249589515901479665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/5249589515901479665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2010/01/girlfriends-spell-relief.html' title='Girlfriends spell relief!'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-2999585729091657648</id><published>2010-01-02T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T14:59:49.027-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='housekeeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dishes'/><title type='text'>Sometimes I really should stop &amp; ask for directions.</title><content type='html'>I am completely overwhelmed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is going well, I'm s.l.o.w.l.y getting through the training but there's a lot of pressure (possibly imagined) to get it all done &amp;amp; it's freaking me out a bit.  I have to talk to my boss on Monday about that - I don't know what her time expectation is for me getting through all this stuff.  The other gal that's in training with me (and is &lt;em&gt;much&lt;/em&gt; younger) is a lot faster than I am &amp;amp; I'm concerned that TB (the boss, a bit of a type-A perfectionist) is impatient with me.  But I don't know how much of that is my 40-year-old-been-a-homemaker-for-7-years-intimidated-by-a-19-year-old-mind  &amp;amp; how much is reality.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;She's really not intimidating, it's more of the stereotype of the old lady can't keep up with the fresh young blood than anything else.  I actually quite enjoy working with her, she's very nice &amp;amp; seems quite mature for a 19 year old girl.  When she talked of graduating last year I assumed college, she looks a lot older than she is but silly me, it was only HS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling dated despite the fact that TB is a little older than me &amp;amp; the assistant manager is nearing retirement age.  (Dangnabbed 19 year olds!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of this is what's overwhelming me though.  No, that would be my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day this past week I've gotten overwhelmed by my kids within about 2 minutes of getting home.  I assumed that on the weekend I would feel better but so far this is not the case.  And this week was not even a normal work week, we had the holiday off! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris has been great, he's totally taken on the housework &amp;amp; cooking &amp;amp; the house is cleaner than it would be if I had been the one home.  But I'm not sure this is helping me either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen has been my domain for years but now I'm finding things in the wrong places &amp;amp; my routines are no longer in place.  I kinda feel like a stranger in my own home.  Now, I'm the first to admit I'm a tad anal about where the dishes go &amp;amp; things like that.  I like things where I like them, what can I say?  But when I showed him how I put the bowls away, round bowls in one stack &amp;amp; square bowls in another (completely logical, right?) he said "well you're not putting away the dishes anymore are you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been a fan of doing the dishes.  I've been known, at times, to put them off &amp;amp; end up with a nasty stinky mess in the sink &amp;amp; all over the counter but that was MY job in MY kitchen &amp;amp; I'm not sure I want to give it up!  Now Chris is doing the dishes, the menu planning, the shopping &amp;amp; the rest of MY job &amp;amp; I don't like it one bit.  (There I said it, harrumph!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the kids.  Now, I love my kids but those of you who are familiar with my blog know that I've been challenged by them from time to time.  (yes I know, the understatement of the year, young as it is...)  Everyone assumed (and by everyone I mean Chris, my mom, my sisters &amp;amp; my BFF) that when I got back to work, out in the real world &amp;amp; interacting with adults again, things would get easier for me at home.  Hell, I bought into it too but so far it's not been the case!  I don't like to leave them in the morning &amp;amp; I'm happy to see them when I get home but I can only handle so much.  I like to snuggle quietly with one or two, read books to them &amp;amp; watch them play but if things get loud (as they are 95% of the time) or more than one tries to talk to me at a time (another 95%) I simply can't handle it &amp;amp; they must get away from me NOW before I blow my stack.  (and when I say blow I mean Mt St Helen's style.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hurt the kids or make them feel like Mom doesn't like spending time with them but my kids are loud, raucous and always fighting to be the one heard first &amp;amp; I start to panic.  All weekend I've been shooing them away from me, trying to do it nicely but a lot of the time they won't listen &amp;amp; I have to raise it up a notch to get movement &amp;amp; they get their feelings hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Chris hears me beginning to loose it &amp;amp; comes to my rescue &amp;amp; I feel guilty, or worse, he comes to the kids rescue &amp;amp; I feel resentful &amp;amp; arguing ensues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could someone please tell me who I am, how I fit into this dang family &amp;amp; where I can find my sanity?  Pretty please??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-2999585729091657648?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/2999585729091657648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=2999585729091657648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2999585729091657648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2999585729091657648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes-i-really-should-stop-ask-for.html' title='Sometimes I really should stop &amp; ask for directions.'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-7387791291804291099</id><published>2009-12-28T13:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T19:38:45.806-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Spinnin' like a top</title><content type='html'>First day of work today and all I got to say is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow - my brain hasn't seen this much action in a loooong time (and it's a mite dizzy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'night all, I need me some sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-7387791291804291099?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/7387791291804291099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=7387791291804291099&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/7387791291804291099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/7387791291804291099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2009/12/spinnin-like-top.html' title='Spinnin&apos; like a top'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-5051735090501411034</id><published>2009-12-18T11:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T12:38:08.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Workin' girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hi folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back again...I think. I'm beginning a new journey soon &amp;amp; I feel as though I should get my thoughts written out through this process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup I'm no longer a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SAHM&lt;/span&gt;. As of Dec 28&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; I'm a bank teller &amp;amp; I'm not sure how I feel about it. I'm excited, scared, nervous, depressed and well, generally in a tizzy about the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird getting back out there after not working for over 7 years. I'm so used to taking care of my home &amp;amp; family I don't know what to feel. And adding to my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ambivalence&lt;/span&gt;, Chris will become a house-husband &amp;amp; I'm not ready to just hand it all over to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell I don't like change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this job is going to be good for me &amp;amp; I know I'll be good at it. One thing I am looking forward to is meeting a lot more people here in our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; community. I tend to hermit myself in my house &amp;amp; this will force me to get out there &amp;amp; be around people...which I really do need. I think it's also going to help my depression which would be fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now I've got 'what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;if's&lt;/span&gt;' and 'but how &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;about's&lt;/span&gt;' and 'what happens &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;when's&lt;/span&gt;' swirling through my brain &amp;amp; I can't get the dag-nabbed thing to shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thinkin&lt;/span&gt;' I need a new name for my blog...any ideas? All I can come up with is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Michels&lt;/span&gt; Madness or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Michels&lt;/span&gt; Mayhem but I'm not crazy about either of them. I want something catchy that describes the insanity of our household &amp;amp; life. Ya know, mom with depression, 3 strong willed kids 2 of which have ADD &amp;amp; a hubby with ADD all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tryin&lt;/span&gt;' to navigate this world without messing each other up too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-5051735090501411034?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/5051735090501411034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=5051735090501411034&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/5051735090501411034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/5051735090501411034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2009/12/workin-girl.html' title='Workin&apos; girl'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-4237157596049898783</id><published>2009-01-08T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T16:23:52.908-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>A whole new me or, man do I love technology!</title><content type='html'>I found this great contest over at 5 Minutes for Mom the other day for a Wii fit &amp;amp; I just had to try for it. Your main entry in the contest requires you to sign up for WeightView, a really cool site that does amazing things with your picture.&lt;br /&gt;Here's my before &amp;amp; after photos from WeightView:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289074425077928082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SWaRKrlfkJI/AAAAAAAAARI/wRc05OwXJs4/s400/IMG_0637+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SWaRK64BbGI/AAAAAAAAARQ/UZChXzai-5U/s1600-h/33057_1147AM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289074429182176354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SWaRK64BbGI/AAAAAAAAARQ/UZChXzai-5U/s400/33057_1147AM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um...wow???&lt;br /&gt;Holy schmokes what a difference!! (I was going to say holy cow but well, y'know...) I'd say this gives me some motivation...it even took my double chin away! I'm going to make that call to the dr I was talking about several days ago. (No I haven't called yet, that's something I talk about &amp;amp; think about forever but don't actually do. Could be the reason I don't get anything done!)&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;Go sign up to see the new you and then enter the contest at 5 Minutes for Mom. Just don't win ok?...I want that Wii fit for myself!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-4237157596049898783?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/4237157596049898783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=4237157596049898783&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/4237157596049898783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/4237157596049898783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2009/01/whole-new-me-or-man-do-i-love.html' title='A whole new me or, man do I love technology!'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SWaRKrlfkJI/AAAAAAAAARI/wRc05OwXJs4/s72-c/IMG_0637+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-8479542415701947188</id><published>2009-01-08T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T08:00:01.111-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>The same age as Sesame Street?  Cool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In 1969 (the year you were born)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whathappenedtheyearyouwerebornquiz/baby.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Nixon becomes president of the US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Jo Kopechne is killed when Senator Edward Kennedy veers off a narrow bridge on Chappaquiddick Island, crashing into a pond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US astronaut Neil Armstrong becomes the first person to set foot on the moon while commanding the Apollo 11 mission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathtaking pictures of Mars are transmitted to earth from NASA's Mariner 7 as it passes within 2,200 miles of the Red Planet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woodstock music festival begins in upstate NY, featuring performances by Grateful Dead, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Jefferson Airplane, and many more artists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;250,000 Vietnam War protestors gather in Washington for the largest anti-war rally in US history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first draft lottery since WWII is held in New York City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles' performance in public for the last time, on the roof of Apple Records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Stonewall riots mark the start of the modern gay rights movement in the US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn Manson, Jennifer Aniston, Renee Zellweger, Edward Norton, Christian Slater, and Linus Torvalds are born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York Mets win the World Series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York Jets win Superbowl III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montreal Canadiens win the Stanley Cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesame Street premieres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight Cowboy wins the Oscar for best picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Bowie's debut single, "Space Oddity", becomes a huge hit - in part due to the US landing on the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon Tate &amp; the LaBiancas are found murdered by Charles Manson &amp; "family"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whathappenedtheyearyouwerebornquiz/"&gt;What Happened the Year You Were Born?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-8479542415701947188?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/8479542415701947188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=8479542415701947188&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/8479542415701947188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/8479542415701947188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2009/01/same-age-as-sesame-street-cool.html' title='The same age as Sesame Street?  Cool!'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-3973196857293967830</id><published>2009-01-07T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T13:44:37.756-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>A heavy heart</title><content type='html'>I'm taking a bit of a break today as I'm mourning the loss of 2 terrific kids.  Coleman won his freedom Monday evening &amp;amp; Dante won his Tuesday morning. &lt;br /&gt;They were both courageous to the very end &amp;amp; touched many lives. &lt;br /&gt;Please pray for their parents, Scott &amp;amp; Peggy, Tony &amp;amp; Jo - they need all they can get right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-3973196857293967830?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/3973196857293967830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=3973196857293967830&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/3973196857293967830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/3973196857293967830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2009/01/heavy-heart.html' title='A heavy heart'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-2658592619052246060</id><published>2009-01-06T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T08:00:01.337-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><title type='text'>I dream of...Michelle?</title><content type='html'>The other day I had this crazy dream about one of my favorite bloggers, Michelle from &lt;a href="http://michellekemperbrownlowwrites4kids.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Semblance of Sanity.&lt;/a&gt; It was one of those really vivid dreams that make you wonder if it really happened which is weird for me. The only dreams I ever remember are nightmares - with the exception of when I was pregnant &amp;amp; when I was on the nicotine patch. At those times I had extremely vivid dreams but not ones I can repeat in polite company, if you know what I mean. (wink, wink, nudge, nudge.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm in my car with my son Eli just out &amp;amp; about running errands. We see a sign for a kids craft place &amp;amp; decide to stop in &amp;amp; check it out. It turns out to be this huge room off the back of a house. So we go in &amp;amp; ring the bell to let them know we are there. And who comes out of the door but Michelle! I was so excited. I mean, I've wanted to meet this woman for the longest time but she lived so far away. I didn't understand how we could come to be at her house but hey, who's gonna argue?&lt;br /&gt;So she had shelves &amp;amp; cupboards full of papers &amp;amp; paints, glues &amp;amp; glitters, anything you could think of to use for kid crafting, she had it there.&lt;br /&gt;We get Eli started on a project &amp;amp; she invites me into the house for coffee. So we hang out &amp;amp; chit chat for awhile, checking on Eli from time to time (because we all know what Eli can be like!)&lt;br /&gt;Finally he's done creating stuff &amp;amp; she goes to walk us out to our car...but things have somehow changed since we've been inside. We've gone from a suburb area to a rural setting &amp;amp; we are now on a ranch with horses &amp;amp; cows all over the place. I ask her for a tour &amp;amp; she shows us all over their operation, they've also got chickens &amp;amp; a few goats (strangely, just like some friends of ours back in Cle Elum...) &amp;amp; it's just a beautiful setting. Then she says "I've got one more thing to show you...the guest cottages."&lt;br /&gt;What? Have I died &amp;amp; gone to heaven? She's got cottages &amp;amp; you can actually stay here?&lt;br /&gt;Oh. My. Gosh!!!&lt;br /&gt;We go &amp;amp; have a peek in one &amp;amp; it's absolutely charming. All decorated with antiques &amp;amp; homemade quilts, just like I would do it. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I've got to get home but she gives me her brochure &amp;amp; I promise to call her soon.&lt;br /&gt;Next we seem to do one of those dream time-warp things &amp;amp; I'm arriving at her place with some girlfriends for a weekend getaway.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle greets us &amp;amp; gets us all tucked into our cottage. It's just the right size for us all &amp;amp; we are looking forward to a weekend of much laughter &amp;amp; fun.&lt;br /&gt;We have dinner (catered by Michelle's cook, how cool is that?) &amp;amp; go over to the big house for an evening of crafting fun. She's got it set up so we can scrapbook, make cards, or a centerpiece for our table. She joins us &amp;amp; we spend the next few hours being creative &amp;amp; laughing until our faces hurt.&lt;br /&gt;The next day we go for a trail ride on the horses &amp;amp; boy you oughta see the cowboy guiding us...whew! He chooses the right horse for each of us &amp;amp; off we go. It was a great ride through some amazing country...our cowboy is charming &amp;amp; helpful, and tells us some great stories of ranching life.&lt;br /&gt;Next is massage time, now that our buns are aching &amp;amp; we're all bowed-legged &amp;amp; sore from riding. (Of course, Michelle had a spa at her ranch...I mean, who wouldn't?) We enjoy our pampering &amp;amp; decide that tomorrow we might just need mani/pedi's too.&lt;br /&gt;More fabulous food &amp;amp; crafting fun, and a lot more laughter shared by all.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we woke up &amp;amp; felt fabulous.  We had breakfast &amp;amp; were just heading over to the stables to see the &lt;strike&gt;cowboy&lt;/strike&gt; horses &amp;amp; maybe go for another ride when what should happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dadgum kids woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh man...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'all should check out &lt;a href="http://michellekemperbrownlowwrites4kids.blogspot.com/2009/01/announcement.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; on Michelle's blog.  Even though she doesn't really have a ranch with hottie cowboys &amp;amp; cute cozy cottages, she's got a dandy of a contest goin' on to promote her latest venture.  Don't forget to let her know who sent you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-2658592619052246060?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/2658592619052246060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=2658592619052246060&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2658592619052246060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2658592619052246060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dream-ofmichelle.html' title='I dream of...Michelle?'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-5204583046384640959</id><published>2009-01-03T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:20:37.546-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='award'/><title type='text'>Now, where is that cell phone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SV_cBjt9fwI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jFZkLZzi0_k/s1600-h/I+heart+your+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287186406882246402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SV_cBjt9fwI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jFZkLZzi0_k/s400/I+heart+your+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recieved this, my second blog award (never did anything about the first one...need to visit that blog and dig it up in her archives!) from my pal &lt;a href="http://katiekatworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kate&lt;/a&gt; who writes about her life in Texas. She's a lovely person &amp;amp; is wonderfully supportive, especially when I'm waaaay off my rocker. (Not that it happens often...*a'hem*)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Kate!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way this works is I answer the following questions with single word responses, and pass the award on to 5 other bloggers:&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? Desk&lt;br /&gt;2. Where is your significant other? Back-room&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair color? Brownish&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother? Mom&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father? Dad&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing? Books&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? Dunno&lt;br /&gt;8. Your dream/goal? Kids&lt;br /&gt;9. The room you're in? Family&lt;br /&gt;10. Your hobby? X-stitch&lt;br /&gt;11. Your fear? Opinions&lt;br /&gt;12. Where do you want to be in six years? Content&lt;br /&gt;13. Where were you last night? Home&lt;br /&gt;14. What you're not? Confident&lt;br /&gt;15. One of your wish list items? Music&lt;br /&gt;16. Where you grew up? Kirkland&lt;br /&gt;17. The last thing you did? Read&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you wearing? Jeans&lt;br /&gt;19. Your T.V.? Sony&lt;br /&gt;20. Your pet? Gihli/Smudge&lt;br /&gt;21. Your computer? Dell&lt;br /&gt;22. Your mood? Restless&lt;br /&gt;23. Missing someone? Yup&lt;br /&gt;24. Your car? Caravan&lt;br /&gt;25. Something you're not wearing? Socks&lt;br /&gt;26. Favorite store? Michaels&lt;br /&gt;27. Your Summer? Hot&lt;br /&gt;28. Love someone? Yes&lt;br /&gt;29. Your favorite color? Blue&lt;br /&gt;30. When is the last time you laughed? Morning&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time you cried? 26th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could give this to all the blogs I read...here's my pics, go check em out!&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://onesoblessed.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blessed...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://simpleandsassy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Diagonally parked in a Parallel Universe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://livesayhaiti.blogspot.com/"&gt;Livesay (Haiti) Weblog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://friedokra4me.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fried Okra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://marislittlecorner.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Little Corner of the World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-5204583046384640959?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/5204583046384640959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=5204583046384640959&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/5204583046384640959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/5204583046384640959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-recieved-this-my-second-blog-award.html' title='Now, where is that cell phone?'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SV_cBjt9fwI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jFZkLZzi0_k/s72-c/I+heart+your+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-7302761594803025314</id><published>2009-01-01T18:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T10:25:51.999-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adah'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is going to be short and er, sweet today. I pulled a muscle in my back a few days ago &amp;amp; yesterday it was feeling much better...yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Today...ow, &lt;em&gt;ow,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;OW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly move right now, everything hurts. Moving my head, sitting down, getting up...even making a sudden facial expression hurts sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't come here to whine my head off...I really wanted to share with you our latest kid'ism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Adah&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a gooood pooper mom. I'm a poop girl!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now aren't you happy you visited today? Now your life is complete, having heard that Adah is a poop girl. I mean, what an accomplishment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it's a great thing. For the past 2 days she had successfully pooped &lt;em&gt;without&lt;/em&gt; making a giant mess in her undies. This is huge for us, she has been very difficult in this area, making me lots &amp;amp; lots of nasty laundry to clean - blech! You can read more about that &lt;a href="http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/07/great-bathroom-adventure.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/06/mammas-pride.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you so choose - but I can't imagine why you'd want to!!&lt;br /&gt;So we've been lavishing her with praise &amp;amp; telling her that she should be very proud of herself. And proud she is, our sweet little poop girl.&lt;br /&gt;*a'hem*&lt;br /&gt;Totally a story to save for her embarrassment in later years :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-7302761594803025314?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/7302761594803025314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=7302761594803025314&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/7302761594803025314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/7302761594803025314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-going-to-be-short-and-er-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-3862327897567554034</id><published>2009-01-01T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:26:58.785-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laundry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Hola 2009!</title><content type='html'>Ok this is pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to write a silly little poem about the new year &amp;amp; I can't get beyond the first line (which sounded like a 3rd grader wrote it anyway.) I think I've not only lost brain cells from having children but from endless loads of laundry &amp;amp; dishes.&lt;br /&gt;We rung in the new year by snuggling on the couch (except we didn't so much snuggle as sat next to each other...we both pulled back muscles recently.) and watching movies. Chris picked The Dark Knight &amp;amp; I chose Tuck Everlasting. As much as I like The Dark Night I didn't think it set the proper tone for celebrating 2009 but Chris just &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to see it, then he fell asleep during my movie (which was very cute btw.) We'll be watching it again tonight so he can see what happens after the opening credits.&lt;br /&gt;We've spent our first day of the new year by doing pretty much the same thing we do everyday. Cleaning..internet..laundry..internet..fighting..internet..dishes..internet..fighting over who gets to be on the internet...&lt;br /&gt;You get the general idea.&lt;br /&gt;So I haven't made any resolutions for this year, I never keep the dang things anyway so why bother? I really like what Dawn at &lt;a href="http://mom2my6pack.blogspot.com/"&gt;BecauseISaidSo&lt;/a&gt; came up with though.&lt;br /&gt;I have been seriously thinking about talking to my Dr about my weight. I'm about 80-90 lbs overweight &amp;amp; it's only getting worse. I think about exercising or cutting back on the sweets &amp;amp; it just sends me into scarf-everything-I-see mode. Like I know I'm going to diet soon so I better cram in all the &lt;strike&gt;crap&lt;/strike&gt; food I can now. I'm tired of getting winded (and my knees protesting) going up the stairs. I'm tired of not being able to romp around with the kids much. I'm tired of seeing pics of myself &amp;amp; thinking "&lt;em&gt;that's me? Yuck!!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have to get my mom into this...we don't have enough money for WW or a gym or whatever &amp;amp; I think I'm going to need that outside motivation. I just don't have the willpower to do this on my own. I need someone (other than my husband) to kick me in the butt. I've become very lazy &amp;amp; unmotivated (dunno if that's a word but I'ma use it anyway) &amp;amp; I don't see myself doing what I need to do on a regular basis without that help.&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to &lt;strike&gt;loose more brain cells&lt;/strike&gt; do laundry.&lt;br /&gt;You got any resolutions? Will you actually keep them? Do anything fabulous to welcome 2009?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009,&lt;br /&gt;you'll do just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh yeah, 3rd grade all the way.  Maybe 2nd even.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-3862327897567554034?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/3862327897567554034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=3862327897567554034&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/3862327897567554034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/3862327897567554034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2009/01/ok-this-is-pathetic.html' title='Hola 2009!'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-3515572257800142481</id><published>2008-12-31T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T09:10:01.015-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>Oh THAT mom.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had the &lt;strike&gt;torture&lt;/strike&gt; pleasure of grocery shopping with my 3 little &lt;strike&gt;snarling, sniveling&lt;/strike&gt; darlings. It was such a &lt;strike&gt;hellish&lt;/strike&gt; great trip, replenishing my pantry while displaying my obvious &lt;strike&gt;lack of control&lt;/strike&gt; parenting prowess.&lt;br /&gt;Oh we &lt;strike&gt;dragged, pushed, pulled&lt;/strike&gt; traipsed round the store, &lt;strike&gt;blindly grabbing&lt;/strike&gt; merrily &amp;amp; efficiently gathering the items on my list, my &lt;strike&gt;obnoxious&lt;/strike&gt; precious little ones &lt;strike&gt;sitting in the previous isle throwing a fit&lt;/strike&gt; following obediently behind me like a line of ducklings.&lt;br /&gt;I tell you I was the &lt;strike&gt;nightmare come true&lt;/strike&gt; example of what every mother &lt;strike&gt;fears&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;em&gt;knows&lt;/em&gt; her kids will be like with her &lt;strike&gt;pathetic&lt;/strike&gt; superior mothering abilities.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, yesterday I truly was &lt;em&gt;THAT&lt;/em&gt; mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-3515572257800142481?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/3515572257800142481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=3515572257800142481&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/3515572257800142481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/3515572257800142481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/12/that-mom.html' title='Oh THAT mom.'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-5748840593623425036</id><published>2008-12-30T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T09:00:00.931-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>I hope we don't get fined for this!</title><content type='html'>I started this post back in October...procrastinate much?  Anyway, it's a follow up on our friends memorial service &amp;amp; the excitement that followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, despite our reason for traveling we had a really great weekend catching up with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive was awesome, sunny &amp;amp; clear the whole way. When it's that nice you can see the top of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Rainier"&gt;Mt Rainer&lt;/a&gt; from the Moses Lake area - a simply stunning sight even from that far away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memorial service was beautiful, we worshiped together &amp;amp; praised God for Dave's life. Pastor Greg did a great job speaking on dealing with grief as a Christian &amp;amp; we heard memories of Dave &amp;amp; hope for the future from his family. There was a great video &lt;a href="http://www.cascade-pro.com/index.htm"&gt;Cascade Productions&lt;/a&gt; put together from pics of Dave's spanning the years. And of course, a TON of great food! The kids did very well through the service, it was about an hour long &amp;amp; they are not used to sitting that long. We stayed in the back &amp;amp; other than excessive wiggling from Eli &amp;amp; having to take Adah out 2 times, they did great. Once it was over they could run around &amp;amp; get their energy out - but more about that in a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my love-tank filled by my friends, oh I miss those crazy ladies sometimes! There's a group of gals I got to know very well during a prayer group &amp;amp; they are like sisters to me. They are the people I can bare the ugly parts of myself to &amp;amp; they still love me &amp;amp; accept me for who I am, icky parts &amp;amp; all. Becky, Dave's wife was a part of that &amp;amp; it was good to just hug her, tell her I love her &amp;amp; I'm praying for her &amp;amp; the boys. She was quite surprised to see us there - as were a lot of others. Chris enjoyed seeing everyone too. He hasn't been back for over a year so it was great for him to connect with the guys again. We were just starting to think about leaving when this hideous noise began sounding throughout the building - the fire alarm. It took me a minute to figure out what was going on &amp;amp; then I had one thought 'where the heck is Eli?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, Eli has been notorious for turning lights on or off &amp;amp; touching things he oughtn't. In fact he did this numerous times at our old church in Cle Elum - the lights would go out &amp;amp; immediately Chris &amp;amp; I would holler 'ELI!' And it was always him, the little stinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found Eli &amp;amp; the other kids.  They were all scared &amp;amp; holding their ears.  Sam &amp;amp; Eli in particular have sensitive ears &amp;amp; the noise was hurting them quite a bit.  Chris questioned Eli &amp;amp; after lots of reassurance he was not in trouble he admitted that he did it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt so bad the poor guy, I asked him about it later &amp;amp; discovered that he knew it would make a noise but he had no idea it would be that loud (did I mention this building has all wood floors?) or that it would be throughout the whole building. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were very lucky it happened at the very end of the evening, a lot of people had already left &amp;amp; clean up had begun.  Everyone was very understanding, especially as many of them already know Eli &amp;amp; his talent of getting into everything.  I just felt bad Becky had such a turbulent ending to her husband's memorial.  The police arrived about 10 minutes later to shut the thing off &amp;amp; they were nice as well.  Chris was worried that we would get fined or something but I think they know that accident's (&amp;amp; 5 year olds named Eli) happen &amp;amp; were glad it was nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got a big lecture about not touching things etc &amp;amp; we decided that his 10 minutes of pain &amp;amp; shame was punishment enough.  Every time we mentioned the subject he was so embarrassed he hid his face.  He wouldn't look at anyone other than us for anything!  We still refer to it occasionally, it serves as a good reminder for him &amp;amp; has been useful to Chris &amp;amp; I as a deterrent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-5748840593623425036?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/5748840593623425036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=5748840593623425036&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/5748840593623425036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/5748840593623425036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-hope-we-dont-get-fined-for-this.html' title='I hope we don&apos;t get fined for this!'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-9046756193199076653</id><published>2008-12-29T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T08:28:02.138-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>The psycology of bed's and umbrella's</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Blue Umbrella Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/theumbrellatest/blue.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When faced with adversity, you can be counted on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rise to the occasion when things are tough, and you are very dependable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are cool and laid back. Everyone finds you easy to get along with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a good communicator and conversationalist. People pour their hearts out to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a rainy day: you should spend the day catching up with your closest friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theumbrellatest/"&gt;The Umbrella Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Bed Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourbedsayaboutyouquiz/bed.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outward appearances aren't important to you at all. You think that the over emphasis on looks to be shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to be an organized person, but you often fall behind. Certain parts of your life tend to fall into chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very high maintenance. You like everything a certain way, and you're grumpy if things aren't the way you like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In relationships, you tend to be quite dominant. You enjoy taking charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be a down to earth, practical person. You think in terms of what is actual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a traveler. You are comfortable anywhere, and you rarely feel homesick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbedsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Bed Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I resemble these both very much...my poor husband!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-9046756193199076653?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/9046756193199076653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=9046756193199076653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/9046756193199076653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/9046756193199076653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/09/psycology-of-beds-and-umbrellas.html' title='The psycology of bed&apos;s and umbrella&apos;s'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-2912309117243066001</id><published>2008-12-25T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T02:51:04.501-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>For unto us a Child is born</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Merry CHRISTmas everyone! I hope you all have a wonderful day filled with family, laughter, fun &amp;amp; waaaaay too much to eat :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will be eating a leisurely breakfast of eggs &amp;amp; cinnamon rolls after the who-can-fling-the-most-paper-around-the-room contest. And them I shall run around like the proverbial chicken while I get us ready to head down to my sisters for 2 days. And all this on about 4 hours of sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now a gift for my bloggy friends courtesy of my pal Rick over at &lt;a href="http://organizeddoodles.blogspot.com/"&gt;Organized Doodles&lt;/a&gt;...enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SVNlKwo5SMI/AAAAAAAAAQY/iwa6UYNNzA4/s1600-h/Isaiah9_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283678023365249218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SVNlKwo5SMI/AAAAAAAAAQY/iwa6UYNNzA4/s400/Isaiah9_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let us all remember...He is the reason for the season!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-2912309117243066001?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/2912309117243066001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=2912309117243066001&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2912309117243066001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2912309117243066001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/12/for-unto-us-child-is-born.html' title='For unto us a Child is born'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SVNlKwo5SMI/AAAAAAAAAQY/iwa6UYNNzA4/s72-c/Isaiah9_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-2004494559089490531</id><published>2008-12-20T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:33:55.829-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>Oh what a beautiful morning, oh what a beautiful day, I've got a wonderful feeling, everything's going my...oh wait, I forgot this is my life!</title><content type='html'>So far this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up late. (no shower)&lt;br /&gt;Dog saw cat while taking his morning pee &amp;amp; ran off. (maybe he'll get cold &amp;amp; come back)&lt;br /&gt;Welcomed an extra kid. (babysitting all day)&lt;br /&gt;Played pioneer. (chopped wood for fire)&lt;br /&gt;Took a call from the city. (about dog, what a surprise)&lt;br /&gt;Bundled kids for a trek to the garage. (to find dog)&lt;br /&gt;Dug out drift in front of garage. (about 2 ft deep)&lt;br /&gt;Wrestled van onto driveway. (took a few tries)&lt;br /&gt;Found dog. (who did NOT want to get in the van)&lt;br /&gt;Took 5 tries to get up driveway. (and actually made it into garage)&lt;br /&gt;Un-bundled kids. (me first, I have ice in my boot, mom help)&lt;br /&gt;Fixed 2 boo-boos. (band aids go fast in this house)&lt;br /&gt;Rescued extra kid from my kids. (she's 3 &amp;amp; they play very rough)&lt;br /&gt;Discovered daughter cutting up my brush. (took the bristles right off)&lt;br /&gt;Scolded boys for riding old crib mattress down stairs. (miraculously nobody was hurt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all this before 9:30!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting Sam pronunciation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam "hey mom, a question mark means a question &amp;amp; a es-qu-ash-kon (exclamation) mark means a question too!"&lt;br /&gt;Mom "gotta work on that buddy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to have him repeat that a bunch of times before I could figure out how to spell it.  And I'm so not correcting him...it's just too cute for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently learned to be grateful that Chris is working in Ellensburg.  At first I was very resentful &amp;amp; angry.  I mean, we just moved away from there to be &lt;em&gt;closer&lt;/em&gt; to work &amp;amp; now he's working right back where we came from!  But the general contractor at this particular job is tarping &amp;amp; heating the job which means they can work all winter, even in extreme temperatures.  Chris found out last week that they are &lt;em&gt;the only crew &lt;/em&gt;working right now.  All the other jobs are shut down due to nasty weather.  So once again, God knows what He's doing &amp;amp; I haven't a clue.&lt;br /&gt;Go figure :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I finally finished decorating the house for Christmas.  Now I just have to finish the gifts I'm making &amp;amp; wrap everything.  Every year I plan on getting it all done early &amp;amp; every year I go right down to the wire.  Nothing like a little added stress to spice up my everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;We are getting up early on Christmas morning to open our gifts &amp;amp; have breakfast together.  Then we will make the trek to my sister's house in Richland &amp;amp; spend 2 days with the rest of my family.  Should be a blast &amp;amp; a little deja-vu, to see all our kids playing together, just like we did with our cousins when we were kids.  You see, my sister bought my Grandparents old house &amp;amp; we spent many-a Christmas playing in the basement.  Now it's come full circle &amp;amp; we're the boring adults talking upstairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I introduced my kids to the movie Rudolph yesterday &amp;amp; naturally they loved it.  It was so much fun to see them enjoying what I've loved for so long.  Today I'm going to see if I can find A Charlie Brown Christmas online for them.  I just love sharing all the old traditions with them &amp;amp; knowing they will pass them on to their kids someday.  The best part though is sharing the real reason for the season, our Lord &amp;amp; Savior Jesus Christ.  We've always told them a bible story every night before bed but at this time of year we linger on the story of His birth.  I want them to understand from an early age that Christmas has nothing to do with santa &amp;amp; getting lots of stuff.  It's about celebrating the King of Kings &amp;amp; what He came here to do for us. &lt;br /&gt;So we talk a lot about how santa is a character &amp;amp; it's fun to pretend he's real but he's not really real.  And when you see santa at the store or he comes to your school party he's just a man dressed up in a costume like at Halloween.  But I also make sure to tell them not to ruin it for other kids who might think santa is real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took our annual trek to see the Christmas lights Saturday night.  As usual we got started too late &amp;amp; didn't get to finish our list.  But we did see some beautiful houses in parts of Spokane we hadn't been to before &amp;amp; it was magical for the kids.  We can't afford to put up much by the way of lights so it's fun to check out the families who can keep the power companies happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random recipe:&lt;br /&gt;I made some yummy waffles for breakfast the other day.  I use the recipe from the better homes and gardens cookbook (aka red &amp;amp; white book) but I use half whole wheat flour &amp;amp; I add a scoop or 2 of wheat germ so I can pretend it's good for us.  I also make my own syrup which tastes so much better than that crap from the store...well, unless you buy the real thing which of course, is fabulously yummy.  To make syrup you just boil 2 parts sugar &amp;amp;  1 part water with a little vanilla &amp;amp; maple flavoring until it's slightly thickened (emphasis on the slightly, if you boil it too long you'll end up with sugar-crystal'y syrup.) What made these waffles so great was that his time I didn't know I had run out of maple flavoring.  I improvised &amp;amp; threw a couple of cinnamon sticks in &amp;amp; it turned out so good I don't know if I'll make it any other way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I blogged today, can you believe it? &lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful day &amp;amp; enjoy your snow if you have it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-2004494559089490531?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/2004494559089490531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=2004494559089490531&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2004494559089490531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2004494559089490531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-what-beautiful-morning-oh-what.html' title='Oh what a beautiful morning, oh what a beautiful day, I&apos;ve got a wonderful feeling, everything&apos;s going my...oh wait, I forgot this is my life!'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-909898449107349149</id><published>2008-11-25T12:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T14:32:16.983-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloggging'/><title type='text'>Forgive me bloggers for I have sinned...</title><content type='html'>It's been a month since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's been that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, yeah I can but...but...but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become addicted to a couple of things that are taking up my cyber-time... Carepages/Caringbridge cancer kids updates &amp;amp; Facebook (or facecrack as I've seen it lovingly called.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I just gatta quit playing all those dag-nabbed games on FB (I can quit anytime I want to...I just don't want to right now...sound familiar???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now here's some kid'ism's for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: (getting up to put in a movie for the kids &amp;amp; seeing Adah sit in my chair) "Adah, how come every time I get up you take my chair?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adah: "Mom, I didn't take your chair...I'm just sitting in it!" (Like duh mom, what are you thinking you silly woman?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't argue with that logic!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one needs a little set up - all 3 kids got a tummy bug &amp;amp; we had Michels pukefest 08 for a couple of days. This conversation was the day after Sam got it, I had just offered him something to eat...he was eating again but very little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "You sure you don't want anything to eat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Does your tummy still feel funny?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: "yeah, it feels kinda tickley."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awww...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-909898449107349149?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/909898449107349149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=909898449107349149&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/909898449107349149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/909898449107349149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/11/forgive-me-bloggers-for-i-have-sinned.html' title='Forgive me bloggers for I have sinned...'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-5857727324892145005</id><published>2008-10-22T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T13:28:42.343-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>Mimi's poem</title><content type='html'>I belong to a special group of women&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I have an amazing bond.&lt;br /&gt;We never wanted to be in this group,&lt;br /&gt;Yet we are in, for life.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we have met, maybe we haven’t,&lt;br /&gt;Yet our love for each other is boundless.&lt;br /&gt;We know the pain the other one feels,&lt;br /&gt;And we share our victories small or huge.&lt;br /&gt;Words like chemo, IV, Zofran , bald heads&lt;br /&gt;Are always parts of our conversations,&lt;br /&gt;As well as roidrage, tears, and meltdowns…&lt;br /&gt;We always know where the closest puke bucket is,&lt;br /&gt;We can hold it in one hand and if necessary,&lt;br /&gt;Swallow the sandwich the other hand was holding.&lt;br /&gt;We can drive to the hospital,&lt;br /&gt;Park in the dark parking garage&lt;br /&gt;Make our way thru the halls of the hospital&lt;br /&gt;And to the appropriate floor,&lt;br /&gt;Settle in a room, turn the TV on,&lt;br /&gt;Give instructions to the head nurse,&lt;br /&gt;Silence loud beeping IV pumps,&lt;br /&gt;Direct a wagon AND an IV pole&lt;br /&gt;To the playroom without hitting anything&lt;br /&gt;Make our way back to the correct room&lt;br /&gt;And all this, mind you,&lt;br /&gt;With our eyes closed at any given time.&lt;br /&gt;We know how to draw blood from lines&lt;br /&gt;Sticking out of little kids chests.&lt;br /&gt;We can hold them down with one hand,&lt;br /&gt;While a nasogastric tube is inserted in their little nose,&lt;br /&gt;And be on the phone with their dads at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;We can live for days on hospital food,&lt;br /&gt;And on maybe only one meal a day .&lt;br /&gt;We know the names of up to 20 different drugs,&lt;br /&gt;Their purpose, dosage and time to be taken.&lt;br /&gt;We are always on call, 24 hours a day,&lt;br /&gt;Seven days a week.&lt;br /&gt;We are used to not always looking our best,&lt;br /&gt;Hard to do with only a few hours of sleep .&lt;br /&gt;Make up , hair styling, skirts are words of the past .&lt;br /&gt;We have become addicted to texting,&lt;br /&gt;hospital, clinic, home, wherever…&lt;br /&gt;We talk sometimes at all hours of the night,&lt;br /&gt;We know we can count on someone to be up.&lt;br /&gt;Then for one of us, the world stops.&lt;br /&gt;She has to walk away, broken.&lt;br /&gt;This job is over .&lt;br /&gt;The job is over, but the fight is on.&lt;br /&gt;Remember , I said we were in this forever.&lt;br /&gt;We are friends, sisters, temporary nurses,&lt;br /&gt;We are each others rock, each others punching bag,&lt;br /&gt;We listen , we vent , we cry , we laugh together.&lt;br /&gt;We share our lives and our deaths&lt;br /&gt;We share our pain and our victories.&lt;br /&gt;We are strong, but not by choice,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose,&lt;br /&gt;But never are we defeated .&lt;br /&gt;We are not nurses&lt;br /&gt;We are not doctors,&lt;br /&gt;We are cancer moms…&lt;br /&gt;Mimi ( 10-18-08 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please visit her &lt;a href="http://www.carepages.com/carepages/JuliansWorld"&gt;carepage&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; check out the kids she shares about.  Fall in love with them, let their stories break your heart, learn what the &lt;a href="http://www.goldribbons.com/"&gt;GOLD ribbon&lt;/a&gt; stands for &amp;amp; tell your friends about it.  Learn how childhood cancer is the &lt;a href="http://www.magicwater.org/facts/"&gt;leading cause of death by disease&lt;/a&gt; in children.  Learn how under-funded childhood cancer research is &amp;amp; join in the fight to increase awareness.  But above all pray for these kids &amp;amp; their families.  They need as much love, support &amp;amp; prayer as they can get!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-5857727324892145005?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/5857727324892145005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=5857727324892145005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/5857727324892145005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/5857727324892145005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/10/mimis-poem.html' title='Mimi&apos;s poem'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-56662772962873956</id><published>2008-10-19T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:40:58.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>The 'We Deserve It Dividend'</title><content type='html'>I got this via email today &amp;amp; thought it too good to pass up. &lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm against the $85,000,000,000.00 bailout of AIG.   Instead, I'm in favor of giving $85,000,000,000 to America in a 'We Deserve It Dividend'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make the math simple, let's assume there are 200,000,000 bonafide U.S. Citizens 18+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our population is about 301,000,000 +/- counting every man, woman and child. So 200,000,000 might be a fair stab at adults 18 and up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So divide 200 million adults 18+  into $85 billon that equals $425,000.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan is to give $425,000 to every person 18+ as a 'We Deserve It Dividend' .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it would NOT be tax free.  So let's assume a tax rate of 30%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every individual 18+ has to pay $127,500.00 in taxes.  That sends $25,500,000,000 right back to Uncle Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it means that every adult 18+ has $297,500.00 in their pocket.  A husband and wife has $595,000.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do with $297,500.00 to $595,000.00 in your family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pay off your mortgage - housing crisis solved.&lt;br /&gt;*Repay college loans - what a great boost to new grads&lt;br /&gt;*Put away money for college - it'll be there&lt;br /&gt;*Save in a bank - create money to loan to entrepreneurs.&lt;br /&gt;*Buy a new car - create jobs&lt;br /&gt;*Invest in the market - capital drives growth&lt;br /&gt;*Pay for your parent's medical insurance - health care improves&lt;br /&gt;*Enable Deadbeat Dads to come clean - or else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this is for every adult U S Citizen 18 + including the folks who lost their jobs at Lehmann Brothers and every other company that is cutting back. And of course, for those serving in our Armed&lt;br /&gt;Forces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we're going to re-distribute wealth let's really do it...instead of trickling out a puny $1000.00 ( 'vote buy' ) economic incentive that is being proposed by one of our candidates for President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we're going to do an $85 billion bailout, let's bail out every adult U S Citizen 18+!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for AIG - liquidate it.  Sell off its parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let American General go back to being American General.  Sell off the real estate. Let the private sector bargain hunters cut it up and clean it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my rationale.  We deserve it and AIG doesn't.  Sure it's a crazy idea that can 'never work.' But can you imagine the Coast-To-Coast Block Party!  How do you spell Economic Boom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust my fellow adult Americans to know how to use the $85 Billion 'We Deserve It Dividend'  more than do the geniuses at AIG or in Washington DC .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember, The Birk plan only really costs $59.5 Billion because $25.5 Billion is returned instantly in taxes to Uncle Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...I feel so much better getting that off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindest personal regards,&lt;br /&gt;Birk&lt;br /&gt;T. J. Birkenmeier, A Creative Guy &amp;amp; Citizen of the&lt;br /&gt;Republic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:  Feel free to pass this along to your pals as it's either good for a laugh or a tear or a very sobering thought on how to best use $85 Billion!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-56662772962873956?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/56662772962873956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=56662772962873956&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/56662772962873956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/56662772962873956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-deserve-it-dividend.html' title='The &apos;We Deserve It Dividend&apos;'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-5325290635564816575</id><published>2008-10-10T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T22:52:51.633-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Mixed feelings</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking a lot about our plans for tomorrow &amp;amp; emotionally I'm being pulled in 2 directions. &lt;br /&gt;One one hand I'm excited to visit with friends I haven't' seen in a long time.  I miss them so much &amp;amp; cherish any chance to go back home &amp;amp; see them.&lt;br /&gt;But on the other our reason for going is not a happy one.&lt;br /&gt;We will be driving back to Cle Elum for the funeral of our friend David Zapel.  (I can use his name now, the family was identified in the &lt;a href="http://www.kvnews.com/articles/2008/10/08/news/doc48ea544ed4964482341981.txt"&gt;local paper&lt;/a&gt; so it's ok.)  It's going to be hard to say goodbye to him, it's still hard to imagine he's really gone.&lt;br /&gt;It's also going to make for a very long day.  It takes about 3 hours to get there &amp;amp; we will be returning home after dinner.  I suspect the kids are not going to be fond of this arrangement. &lt;br /&gt;But it's worth it to honor Dave's life &amp;amp; to be there for Becky, Tim, Kyle, Jason &amp;amp; Cory. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your prayers, I know they are felt.  Becky has been telling everyone of the peace God's given her all this week.  Pray that peace continues in the coming days &amp;amp; that the boys feel it also.  I know they have many, many hard days ahead.&lt;br /&gt;God bless you all &amp;amp; have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-5325290635564816575?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/5325290635564816575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=5325290635564816575&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/5325290635564816575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/5325290635564816575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/10/mixed-feelings.html' title='Mixed feelings'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-708750740714245237</id><published>2008-10-09T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T16:43:36.652-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Wha???</title><content type='html'>What happened to blogrolling? I was trying to read some blogs but my blogrolls are gone &amp;amp; their site won't pull up - boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;Figures, I have time to read blogs for the first time in over a month but I can't get to any of them. Girrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's new in the Michels household?&lt;br /&gt;Notsomuch really.&lt;br /&gt;Chris is back to work after more than a week off. We are anxiously awaiting next week when we'll have a normal paycheck again...as are our creditors &amp;amp; utilities (a'hem) =)&lt;br /&gt;The kids are still loving school. Sam is doing very well, &lt;em&gt;much&lt;/em&gt; better than last year. I won't ever regret keeping him in kindergarten, so far he's really blossomed.&lt;br /&gt;The twins adore everything about their class &amp;amp; teacher. She can do no wrong in their eyes (unlike dumb'ole mom ya know) &amp;amp; have fitted right in. Even Eli, my rambunctious terror has been following the rules. Well until yesterday, that is. Seems he tackled a kid &amp;amp; bonked his head on the floor. He got a time out for that but truly I'm surprised it didn't happen earlier...like on the first day! But they made up &amp;amp; all is well. Good thing he's so dang cute!&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to adjust to the new season. Seems like 2 weeks ago we were in the 90's &amp;amp; now it hardly gets over 65. We keep the house pretty cold to try &amp;amp; save money so I'm in long johns, sweats, t shirt, mock neck, sweatshirt &amp;amp; 2 pairs of socks. I do ok in the morning when the heater is on frequently but in the afternoons I do nothing but shiver. I try to remember my summertime mantra; I'd rather be too cold than too hot, it's easier to warm up than cool down. But it's hard to remember that when your thermostat is set at 63! Really though I do love fall. All the leaves, the crisp air on sunny days &amp;amp; wintertime just around the corner. Much welcomed after the sweltering heat of summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to be writing again. I've missed it (and you!) as an outlet - cheap therapy is always welcomed around here.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to be visiting you all soon, if blogrolling &amp;amp; time will allow it =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-708750740714245237?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/708750740714245237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=708750740714245237&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/708750740714245237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/708750740714245237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/10/wha.html' title='Wha???'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-4312263831472341202</id><published>2008-10-05T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:00:07.021-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><title type='text'>Prayers please</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't posted in forever &amp;amp; I'm sorry I'm coming on now only to request something.  But your prayers are needed for the Z family.  D was killed in a heavy equipment accident yesterday.  He leaves behind his wife B &amp;amp; their 4 boys, T, K, J &amp;amp; C.  B is a good friend of mine from the town we used to live in.  This is a strong family that loves the Lord but they will need lots of prayer support in the coming days.  We know that D is in heaven but B &amp;amp; her boys will miss him terribly, especially J &amp;amp; C who are juniors in HS this year. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much, I'll be back soon.  Just preoccupied lately &amp;amp; busy with life. &lt;br /&gt;God bless you all,&lt;br /&gt;Alane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-4312263831472341202?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/4312263831472341202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=4312263831472341202&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/4312263831472341202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/4312263831472341202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/10/prayers-please.html' title='Prayers please'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-7384608941914619358</id><published>2008-09-05T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T08:00:00.701-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frugal living'/><title type='text'>Frugal Franny Friday</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking of making this a weekly feature...is that something you are interested in, my dear readers? (This would be a great time to de-lurk &amp;amp; let me know who you are, you lurkers you. In other words, comments comments comments, I love me some comments :))&lt;br /&gt;I would post a frugal recipe or tip &amp;amp; maybe a question every now &amp;amp; then...might put mr linky to work (if I can figure him out) if y'all like the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today's Frugal Franny recipe is my first frugal recipe find. Laundry soap is soooo expensive &amp;amp; not so great for the environment. I searched online to see if there was a cheaper alternative &amp;amp; found several. Most of them made liquid detergent, but I've always used powder so I went that route. Plus to make the liquid stuff you need a five gallon bucket to store it &amp;amp; I just don't want that much detergent sitting around (Eli is just waaaay to good at opening things he shouldn't, if you know what I mean.)&lt;br /&gt;So I tweaked the original recipe to suit my tastes &amp;amp; it's what I've used for about the last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 bar &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ctable%20width=350%20align=center%20border=0%20cellspacing=0%20cellpadding=2%3E%3Ctr%3E%3Ctd%20bgcolor=%22#EEEEEE" align="center"&gt;'&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fels&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Naphta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; soap&lt;br /&gt;1/2 heaping Cup &lt;a href="http://www.20muleteamlaundry.com/"&gt;Borax&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 heaping cup &lt;a href="http://www.thelaundrybasket.com/Our_Products/Our_Products_Super_Washing_Soda/our_products_super_washing_sod.html"&gt;Super Washing Soda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grate the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fels&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Naphta&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;discarding&lt;/span&gt; the last bit of the bar (which, if you do grate it, might make you loose a fingertip or 2. Not that I know anything about how that could happen...nope, not me!)&lt;br /&gt;If it grates into little curls, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;smoosh&lt;/span&gt; them up so they will dissolve better. (a food processor would be very handy here, unfortunately I don't own one so I have to do it the manual way.)&lt;br /&gt;Add Borax &amp;amp; Washing Soda &amp;amp; stir.&lt;br /&gt;Use 1 tbsp per load, for heavily soiled clothes use 1- 1/2 to 2 tbsp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could use other kinds of soap if you have sensitive skin or anything, just your usual bar soap works just dandy. However, my hubby is convinced those would gunk up the pipes over time so we don't go that route. I could find nothing on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; about anybody having this problem though.&lt;br /&gt;I wash most of my clothes in cold water to save energy &amp;amp; this mixture works fine for me. I do run just a little hot water to dissolve the soap before I switch to cold &amp;amp; add the clothes.&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in the liquid recipe just Google &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;homemade&lt;/span&gt; laundry detergent &amp;amp; you should find it pretty quick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-7384608941914619358?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/7384608941914619358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=7384608941914619358&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/7384608941914619358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/7384608941914619358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/09/frugal-franny-friday.html' title='Frugal Franny Friday'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-2232488510272762199</id><published>2008-09-04T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T19:29:59.402-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Who?</title><content type='html'>I found this over on &lt;a href="http://marislittlecorner.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Little Corner of the World,&lt;/a&gt; who got it from &lt;a href="http://familycorner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Diary of a Stay at Home Mom&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; I thought I'd join in the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who is your man? My fabulous hubby Chris that I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooooooo&lt;/span&gt; much. &lt;br /&gt;2. How long have you been together?  We met almost 11 years ago &amp;amp; have been married for 10.&lt;br /&gt;3. How long did you date before you got married? 5 months.&lt;br /&gt;4. How old is your man? 33.&lt;br /&gt;5. Who eats more?  Usually Chris.&lt;br /&gt;6. Who said "I love you" first?  Chris.&lt;br /&gt;7. Who is taller?  Chris by 3 inches.&lt;br /&gt;8. Who sings better?  Me - he's not got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;horrible&lt;/span&gt; voice or anything but sometimes he makes me wince cos he's so off key.  (Sorry honey, I love you but it's true.)&lt;br /&gt;9. Who is smarter?  Useless knowledge - Chris.  Practical common sense - me...but don't ask Chris what his opinion is  :)&lt;br /&gt;10. Whose temper is worse?  Oh mine by far! &lt;br /&gt;11. Who does the laundry?  Mostly me.&lt;br /&gt;12. Who takes out the garbage?  Mostly me but I try hard to get him to do it. &lt;br /&gt;13. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? Me.&lt;br /&gt;14. Who pays the bills?  Right now Chris does it.&lt;br /&gt;15. Who is better with the computer?  Chris.&lt;br /&gt;16. Who mows the lawn?  Usually Chris but I do part of it sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;17. Who cooks dinner?  Mostly me but Chris is a fantastic cook when the mood strikes him.&lt;br /&gt;18. Who drives when you are together?  Me but only because he has to drive so far to work &amp;amp; he's sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;19. Who pays when you go out?  Whoever has their wallet handy. &lt;br /&gt;20. Who is the most stubborn?  That's pretty equal which makes for some dandy fights!&lt;br /&gt;21. Who is the first to admit when they are wrong?  We are equally bad at this, I'd say it's about 50/50.&lt;br /&gt;22. Whose parents do you see most?  Mine but only cos they live closer &amp;amp; they can visit us a lot.  Chris' mom can't travel much &amp;amp; we can't afford to.&lt;br /&gt;23. Who kissed who first?  It was kinda mutual but he pulled the "do you want a neck rub?" move on me - totally knew where that was heading!&lt;br /&gt;24. Who asked who out?  He drove a very long way to take me out...one of these days I'm gonna blog about how we met.&lt;br /&gt;25. Who proposed?  He did.&lt;br /&gt;26. Who is most sensitive?  He is e.x.t.r.e.m.e.l.y sensitive &amp;amp; I'm e.x.t.r.e.m.e.l.y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sarcastic&lt;/span&gt; - not a great combo sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;27. Who has the most friends?  Me - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; me. &lt;br /&gt;28. Who has more siblings? Chris.&lt;br /&gt;29. Who wears the pants in the family?  Chris cos he's the head of the family...but I'm the neck that turns the head, woo-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;30. How did you meet?  On the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-2232488510272762199?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/2232488510272762199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=2232488510272762199&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2232488510272762199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2232488510272762199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/09/who.html' title='Who?'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-7589903125736295378</id><published>2008-09-03T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T16:16:01.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>Spellcheck is my friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Common Spelling Mistake Score: 65% Correct&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/doyoumakecommonspellingmistakesquiz/spelling.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your spelling is decent, but you do make quite a few mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say you won't be winning a spelling bee anytime soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyoumakecommonspellingmistakesquiz/"&gt;Do You Make Common Spelling Mistakes?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, this is so me.  I'm always spelling things wrong, there's just some words I can't keep in my head right.  Yup, I love my spellcheck I do.&lt;/&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-7589903125736295378?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/7589903125736295378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=7589903125736295378&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/7589903125736295378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/7589903125736295378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/09/spellcheck-is-my-friend.html' title='Spellcheck is my friend'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-3598498929574112889</id><published>2008-09-02T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T16:19:11.101-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Weekend events</title><content type='html'>Hey y'all, hope ya had a good &amp;amp; restful &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Labor_Day"&gt;labor day&lt;/a&gt; weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a brief visit to my sister M, who lives in the &lt;a href="http://www.visittri-cities.com/"&gt;tri-cities&lt;/a&gt; - about a 2 hour drive South of us.  It was a fun time, we arrived Sunday afternoon so M could watch the kids while we went to a party hosted by the foreman on Chris's current job site. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their house was insane - big, beautiful &amp;amp; perfect for entertaining.  We were waaaaay out of our element!  They throw a party like this every year &amp;amp; invite co-workers, friends &amp;amp; their kids friends.  The booze was flowing freely &amp;amp; a live band was set to play later in the evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to the house.  3 br 2 ba, huge kitchen with all stainless steel appliances, double oven, ceramic cook top...pretty much anything you could ask for in a kitchen, they had it.  The house also had a great room, office, formal dining &amp;amp; living rooms, 2 car garage &amp;amp; a 2 car/RV garage/shop with all the toys big boys want.  They had parking for about 100 cars (extended their driveway across the front of the shop &amp;amp; combined with the neighbor.)  The patio was flawlessly landscaped with 2 fountains flowing down rocky mounds, a gazebo with a koi pond inhabited by 2 huge koi &amp;amp; beyond that a ginormous lawn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun but knew few people there.  Actually only Chris knew any of them, I didn't know anyone until after we arrived.  Bricklayers are an interesting bunch &amp;amp; Chris told me our host (a very charming &amp;amp; friendly guy) has a completely different vocabulary when he's on the job.  I got ticked off at one of the guys.  Chris really likes working with him &amp;amp; says he makes his kids top priority &amp;amp; all, but he was wearing this shirt.  This shirt with a big-breasted-perfect-body model on the back, wearing a barely-there string bikini.  Every time he turned around I cringed &amp;amp; what really got me was &lt;em&gt;there were little kids there!!!   &lt;/em&gt;Maybe I'm judgemental but I don't think that's appropriate attire around children.  Luckily I was able to keep my big mouth shut &amp;amp; I was very glad our kids weren't around to see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't stay long, just enough to mingle a bit &amp;amp; eat dinner - we aren't into watching a bunch of drunk people try to dance -been there, done that &amp;amp; over it thankyouverymuch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got back to M's house we hung out with her boys &amp;amp; watched a movie.  Monday morning M made positively sinful Cinnamon rolls for breakfast - we each had 2 &amp;amp; paid for it with tummy aches later - can't eat that much butter without repercussions!  Then M took me over to the salon she works at &amp;amp; cut my hair - we took about 4 inches off &amp;amp; gave me bangs again.  I'm not used to it yet but I like it.  My hair has been growing for too long &amp;amp; it was time to chop!  Next time I'll go shorter...have to take it gradually for the hubby's sake, he's a die-hard long hair lover &amp;amp; does not like change.  I'll post a pic in a few days...gatta get the hang of drying &amp;amp; styling again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were all mad we had to leave, as they always are.  They think M hung the moon &amp;amp; have a great time playing with their older cousins &amp;amp; uncle.  But once they calmed down we had a nice drive home &amp;amp; got there in plenty of time to get ready for the week ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris only has 2 days left at this job site &amp;amp; the next one should be closer to home.  Only 1 hour away instead of 2+.  He might have some energy left for us at the end of the day - amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope you all had a great weekend...I'll be around to visit everyone later today or tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-3598498929574112889?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/3598498929574112889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=3598498929574112889&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/3598498929574112889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/3598498929574112889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekend-events.html' title='Weekend events'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-2661744347332067632</id><published>2008-09-01T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T08:00:01.203-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>Don't forget about the kids!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wJXhhx_ksS4&amp;amp;color1=11645361&amp;amp;color2=13619151&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wJXhhx_ksS4&amp;color1=11645361&amp;color2=13619151&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-2661744347332067632?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/2661744347332067632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=2661744347332067632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2661744347332067632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2661744347332067632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-forget-about-kids.html' title='Don&apos;t forget about the kids!'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-7578989900397304292</id><published>2008-08-30T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T08:32:21.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking in the king castle.</title><content type='html'>This morning we were discussing marriage at breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: "I'm going to marry Adah."&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Might not be a good idea bub."&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Ewww, groooos!"&lt;br /&gt;Adah: "Girls only marry girls."&lt;br /&gt;(Zoinks!)&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "No, girls don't marry girls honey, girls marry boys."&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Boys &amp;amp; girls marry each other."&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Sam, you could marry D or M or K or A from school."&lt;br /&gt;Sam: "No mom, they are 1st graders, I can't marry them."&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Well, D &amp;amp; M aren't 1st graders, they are k-kids like you."&lt;br /&gt;Sam, looking at me like I'm nuts: "Ewwww!"&lt;br /&gt;(I went into the kitchen to clean up - Eli comes in a minute later.)&lt;br /&gt;Eli: "Mom, I'm going to marry you &amp;amp; give you flowers &amp;amp; you can walk in the king castle!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwwwwww...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-7578989900397304292?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/7578989900397304292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=7578989900397304292&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/7578989900397304292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/7578989900397304292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/08/walking-in-king-castle.html' title='Walking in the king castle.'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-909824264305868066</id><published>2008-08-29T00:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T01:08:40.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='templates'/><title type='text'>Bear with me...</title><content type='html'>This is the first time I've ever messed with templates. Technically I didn't mess with it, I just downloaded &amp;amp; uploaded it but hey, I'm an html idiot so this is a major accomplishment!&lt;br /&gt;I've now spent about 4 hours messing with it &amp;amp; trying to get all the stuff in my sidebar back...during the time I planned on blogging.  Whoops!&lt;br /&gt;BTW, anybody know where to get the Facebook code? I want my button back but can't find it over there - girrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;So it's &lt;em&gt;wayyy &lt;/em&gt;past time for bed &amp;amp; I'm going to crash now.&lt;br /&gt;I'll get back to this tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If&lt;/em&gt; I can keep my eyes open.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-909824264305868066?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/909824264305868066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=909824264305868066&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/909824264305868066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/909824264305868066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/08/bear-with-me.html' title='Bear with me...'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-8846096009498034495</id><published>2008-08-24T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T14:31:03.798-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juggling'/><title type='text'>Hey Jereth, blow a bubble my way will ya?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I could watch this all day long...mesmerizing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FX7xruR12YA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FX7xruR12YA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qjHoedoSUXY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qjHoedoSUXY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rSCMOF0w2XA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rSCMOF0w2XA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-8846096009498034495?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/8846096009498034495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=8846096009498034495&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/8846096009498034495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/8846096009498034495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey-jereth-blow-bubble-my-way-will-ya.html' title='Hey Jereth, blow a bubble my way will ya?'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-3303791576696341899</id><published>2008-08-23T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T22:25:12.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 things'/><title type='text'>100 things part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have been a very bad blogger this week. I haven't written a thing &amp;amp; while I've read most of the blogs I follow, I've not commented much. I thrive on comments, it's like getting a hug or a gift from you so when I'm not giving them out I feel like a looser. I'm hoping with the twins in school 3 mornings a week I'll have some me time &amp;amp; get more consistent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Life's been busy, getting kids ready for school next week (yay!) &amp;amp; dealing with money (ugh!) has taken it out of me...not to mention issues of the female variety. Oh yeah, and my babies (Adah &amp;amp; Eli) turned 5 yesterday. I'll have pics coming soon - my dad has a way cool fancy camera so he was in charge of pics at their party last weekend &amp;amp; I have to wait for him to send them. Those retired people are soooo busy you know. (Yes dad, I know you really are busy :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I can't wait for Wednesday, when the kids start back to school. I think I'll drive the twins the first day, they are going into preschool so I don't want to just throw them on the bus their first time out. Don't know if Sam will want to ride the bus or come with me - he was very proud of being a bus rider last year. Sam is repeating kindergarten so things might be interesting until he settles in. It's the best thing for him but I'm not sure how he will handle seeing his pals from last years class on the other side of the room. (K &amp;amp; 1st are in the same room for half the day.) Anyway, I'm very much looking forward to 6 hours alone every week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ok so I'm very thankful that nobody pointed out what a dork I was in my previous &lt;a href="http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/07/100-things-part-2.html"&gt;100 things&lt;/a&gt; post. I completely forgot that when you end with 20 your next list should begin with 21- duh!! I never claimed to be the quickest woman around but that was just sad. My excuse is that I gave my brain cells to the kids. Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;41. My &lt;a href="http://www.fivelovelanguages.com/"&gt;love language&lt;/a&gt; is receiving gifts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;42. And I'm a pack rat - not a good combo - I even have a hard time throwing out greeting cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;43. I'm a perfectionist that is completely disorganized (no wonder I'm such a mess!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;44. I like things that are unusual, extreme or silly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;45. Example of #44 - My favorite dog breeds are the &lt;a href="http://www.dogbreedinfo.com/yorkshireterrier.htm"&gt;Yorkie&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; the &lt;a href="http://www.danesonline.com/"&gt;Great Dane.&lt;/a&gt; I once had a &lt;a href="http://www.californiaherps.com/snakes/pages/l.g.californiae.html"&gt;snake&lt;/a&gt; as a pet - her name was Phoebe. I'd love to have a female &lt;a href="http://www.mynicedoggy.com/British_Bulldog_pictures.html"&gt;bulldog&lt;/a&gt; named something really girly like Penelope or Abagail - just cos' bulldogs are not cutsie or girly at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;46. My mind is SO blank right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;47. I was once robbed at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;48. I love to sing - it's kinda like breathing for me. Chris &amp;amp; I once had a conversation on which we'd rather be, deaf or blind - I picked blind because I can't imagine not singing along with any music I hear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;49. I just joined &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; - it's almost as addicting as blogging.  This is not good people!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;50. But I did find some old pals from &lt;a href="http://www.lwsd.org/SCHOOLS/HIGHSCHOOL/Pages/Lake-Washington.aspx"&gt;my HS.&lt;/a&gt;  It's fun to see how they are doing &amp;amp; see pics of them &amp;amp; their families.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;51. If I could only stay away from all those fun applications I'd be ok.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;52. But hey, maybe I can lure them over here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;53. I love to get mani/pedi's but rarely can we afford them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;54. A Friend of mine in town will be graduating from beauty school in September, and she's doing nails - Woo Hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;55. Next year, when the twins are in school full time &amp;amp; I can get a job I'm SO getting my nails done.  I love to have pretty nails but my natural ones are wimpy &amp;amp; break all the time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;56. In HS I had a pair of lavender hi-top &lt;a href="http://www.americanathletics.com/Items/1t162?&amp;amp;caSKU=1t162&amp;amp;caTitle=Converse%20Chuck%20Taylor%20All%20Star%20Hi%20Top%20Purple%20Passion"&gt;Converse&lt;/a&gt; with purple laces.  I wore them all through HS &amp;amp; they were covered with drawings of Daisy's, smiley faces, peace signs &amp;amp; many versions of "I love __."  They eventually were held together with layers of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duct_tape"&gt;duct tape&lt;/a&gt; after the soles started coming off.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;57. My mother hated those shoes - she tried to throw them away multiple times &amp;amp; I rescued them as many times.  I hauled them around for years after I quit wearing them.  I wish I still had them, it would be fun to show them to my kids someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;57. I wore holey jeans in HS.  So holey I shouldn't have been left out of the house.  One pair had a hole in the thigh that was roughly the size of a football.  Another had no butt anymore, just the seam.  I wore boxers or long johns with those ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;59. When I got a new pair of jeans  I would lay them out on our patio &amp;amp; spray them with bleach to accelerate the holes.  My favorite pair was one I slit the side seams out of, then punched holes &amp;amp; laced them up the sides - so cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;60. My mom hated the jeans as much (if not more) as the shoes.  She also hated the fact that my sisters thought that was a good idea too.  (love those 80's fashions!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hope y'all'r havinn a great weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-3303791576696341899?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/3303791576696341899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=3303791576696341899&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/3303791576696341899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/3303791576696341899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/08/100-things-part-3.html' title='100 things part 3'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-6956381521522442134</id><published>2008-08-15T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T13:28:46.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Do not throw the cat!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I need help people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My dear, darling son Eli who professes to love our kitty keeps hurting him instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As I was getting Adah cleaned up in the bathroom last night, (don't ask) I spied Eli holding smudge in the air one handed &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;throwing &lt;/em&gt;him like he was competing for the shot put medal or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This kid holds my cat sweetly (at times) and tells me how cute smudge is &amp;amp; what a good kitty he is &amp;amp; "oh I love our smudgie" &amp;amp; then pulls a stunt like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We are forever at all the kids to not harass the cat - they dearly love to scoop him up from a nap saying 'he wants me to hold him mommy" while smudge meows pitifully, plainly asking me to rescue him from being mauled. They want him to play when he's napping &amp;amp; snuggle when he's on the prowl, yada yada yada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But Eli takes the cake. I've seen him hold smudge hanging in the air from his front legs, drop him hard on the floor, push him forcefully off the couch &amp;amp; now this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I did not react well last night. I threw the washcloth onto the counter &amp;amp; blasted into the living room at him, yelling at the top of my lungs "what the HELL are you doing to my cat?" Then I grabbed him by the arm, yanked him over to my recliner &amp;amp; smacked that lil booty (in anger) several times. I know it didn't hurt that much, he's used to getting a spoon but I know&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I scared the dickens out of him &amp;amp; I know I was not spanking him in the right frame of mind.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then I sent him to his room while I finished getting the others ready for bed.  I made him stay in his room while I read a story to Sam &amp;amp; Adah - he cried at that - but I called him in for prayer time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I talked to him at length afterwards, I apologised for flying off the handle &amp;amp; tried to get him to understand what he did.  I asked him if some huge guy threw him like that how would he feel.  Eli said he would be sad, scared &amp;amp; cry &amp;amp; that would be a very bad guy &amp;amp; he would go to jail.  I asked him if he felt sad about what he did to smudge &amp;amp; he said "no mom, I feel good."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wha???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I know he's little &amp;amp; he doesn't get it but he just can't do this to an animal!  He's stomped on our dog's feet &amp;amp; tail before, just cos he wanted to.  I'm at my wits end &amp;amp; don't know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Got any ideas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-6956381521522442134?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/6956381521522442134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=6956381521522442134&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/6956381521522442134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/6956381521522442134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-not-throw-cat.html' title='Do not throw the cat!!!'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-2336923959241575925</id><published>2008-08-15T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T08:00:00.987-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frugal living'/><title type='text'>Just stay away from that dryer lint frugal franny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have a confession to make...&lt;br /&gt;I'm a penny pincher.&lt;br /&gt;I rip my dryer sheets in half &amp;amp; wash &amp;amp; sometimes reuse plastic bags.&lt;br /&gt;It's a sickness really - shhh, don't tell anyone!&lt;br /&gt;But some of my frugal-franny ways are useful &amp;amp; we can all use an extra buck so I'ma let you in on a secret every now &amp;amp; then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Specifically I love expensive coffee - &lt;a href="http://www.starbucks.com/"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/a&gt; coffee &lt;a href="http://www.starbucks.com/retail/beverages_lineup.asp?subcat={960D47C4-A185-470E-9471-DB697C4728E0}"&gt;frappacino&lt;/a&gt; with vanilla, and make that a venti if you please. Ohhh, heaven in a cup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not good when you are a family of 5 living on one blue collar income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister turned me onto this &lt;a href="http://www.englishteastore.com/frcomixmocan.html"&gt;frappe freeze&lt;/a&gt; stuff she found at &lt;a href="http://www.costco.com/"&gt;Costco,&lt;/a&gt; which I loved &amp;amp; drank heartily until I realized I was spending way too much on the stuff &amp;amp; decided I could make it cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus was born my frugal frappe - fancy coffee for gals on a budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into a blender place desired amount of hot chocolate mix.&lt;br /&gt;Add desired amount of instant coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Add desired amount of water.&lt;br /&gt;Add a few ice cubes &amp;amp; blend - adding cubes until drink is desired consistency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum-o &amp;amp; the fact that I'm saving money makes it taste even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like a big coffee so I make a lot - my version makes enough for a venti and then some.  I almost cover the blades in my blender with HC, put in 1 small spoon of coffee (I'm sensitive to caffeine so you might want more), add water to the 2 cup mark &amp;amp; blend with ice until very thick.  I prefer &lt;a href="http://www.westernfamily.com/"&gt;store brand HC&lt;/a&gt; but use &lt;a href="http://www.conagrafoods.com/consumer/brands/brand_info.jsp?cookietest=true&amp;amp;page=swiss_miss"&gt;Swiss Miss&lt;/a&gt; instead, it's what &lt;a href="http://www.costco.com/"&gt;Costco&lt;/a&gt; carries &amp;amp; cheaper per ounce. It would taste even better if powdered creamer was added...but of course it would add to the cost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-2336923959241575925?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/2336923959241575925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=2336923959241575925&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2336923959241575925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2336923959241575925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-stay-away-from-that-dryer-lint.html' title='Just stay away from that dryer lint frugal franny!'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-8979812072586477919</id><published>2008-08-14T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T13:22:28.980-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Stairs &amp; bedding &amp; closets &amp; rods &amp; kids...oh my!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My kids are way to creative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sam: "Mom, we slid on the covers!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mom: "Uh, where did you slide?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;S: "On the covers."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;M: "Yes, you told me that but what did you slide down?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;S: "With Adah &amp;amp; Eli."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;M: "Ok Sam I get that but where in the &lt;em&gt;house&lt;/em&gt; did you slide?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;S: "Down the stairs."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;M: "So &lt;em&gt;that's &lt;/em&gt;why Eli is crying."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;S: "Yeah, I bonked his head." (laughs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I then make them (while listening to the whining apparently required of the task) take the comforter back upstairs &amp;amp; put it on the bed where it belongs. And explain why it's not such a good idea to slide together down the stairs on the (expensive) comforter (that grama bought) but that it is ok to 'bump' down the stairs one at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm such a killjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;While I was finishing up the above I began to hear screaming &amp;amp; crying from upstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh goody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mom: "What is going on up here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kids: "We were swinging in the closet &amp;amp; it fell &amp;amp; bonked."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;M: "Swinging in the closet &amp;amp;&lt;em&gt; it&lt;/em&gt; fell? How exactly were you swinging in the closet?" (already knowing the answer but needing to hear if from the culprits mouths.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;K: "The stick in the closet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;M: "The stick eh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;K: "Yeah, the big heavy stick."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;M: Not such a good idea then, was it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I should explain that the 'stick' they were referring to is actually a huge metal rod. While they were swinging from the 'stick' the thingy attached to the wall that holds it up there got worked around until it turned upside down &amp;amp; the 'stick fell right out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Whoops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No serious injuries thankfully. Just a few Small bonks &amp;amp; bruises. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kinda poetic justice if you ask me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Did I mention that one of the shower doors fell off from a broken screw this morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; I took my shower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Can I go back to bed now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-8979812072586477919?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/8979812072586477919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=8979812072586477919&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/8979812072586477919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/8979812072586477919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/08/stairs-bedding-closets-oh-my.html' title='Stairs &amp; bedding &amp; closets &amp; rods &amp; kids...oh my!'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-7519978496267003853</id><published>2008-08-12T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T15:53:50.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>*Snort!*</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Gymnastics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatolympicsportareyouquiz/gymnastics.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are agile, expressive, and precise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to practice until you get something perfectly right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you have the confidence to perform difficult moves when under pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatolympicsportareyouquiz/"&gt;What Olympic Sport Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bwaaa'hahahahahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This one kills me cos I'm about the least flexible person on the earth.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Seriously!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When I sit on the floor &amp;amp; try to touch my toes I can only get a couple of inches past my knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's quite sad really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-7519978496267003853?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/7519978496267003853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=7519978496267003853&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/7519978496267003853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/7519978496267003853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/08/snort.html' title='*Snort!*'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-9127335088656781024</id><published>2008-08-11T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T18:41:48.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whip It Up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>I shoulda been Greek!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have been remiss in my Whip it up recipe postings &amp;amp; I aim to catch up so you'll be seeing a lot more food here for awhile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This recipe I actually made a few weeks ago but just have not had (or made) the time to post about it. But it's worth the wait if you like Greek food - I was SO happy when I tried this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chicken Souvlaki Salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2 tsp bottled minced garlic, divided&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp fresh lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp extra virgin olive oil&lt;br /&gt;½ tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;¼ tsp black pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 lb skinless, boneless chicken breast&lt;br /&gt;3 cups cubed peeled cucumber (about 3 cukes)&lt;br /&gt;½ cup vertically sliced red onion&lt;br /&gt;½ cup (2 oz) crumbled feta cheese&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp chopped pitted kalamata olives&lt;br /&gt;2 ripe tomatoes, cored and cut into 1 inch pieces (about 1 lb)&lt;br /&gt;½ cup plain fat free yogurt&lt;br /&gt;¼ cup grated peeled cucumber&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp white wine vinegar&lt;br /&gt;½ tsp garlic powder ¼ tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;¼ tsp red pepper&lt;br /&gt;¼ tsp black pepper&lt;br /&gt;Preheat grill or broiler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Combine 1 tsp garlic &amp;amp; next 6 ingredients (garlic to chicken) in a large zip top plastic bag&lt;br /&gt;Seal the bag and shake to coat&lt;br /&gt;Remove chicken from the bag&lt;br /&gt;Grill or broil chicken 5 minutes on each side or until done&lt;br /&gt;Cut chicken into 1 inch pieces&lt;br /&gt;Combine chicken, cubed cucumber, and the next 4 ingredients (cubed cucumber to tomatoes) in a large bowl&lt;br /&gt;Combine yogurt and remaining ingredients in a small bowl&lt;br /&gt;Pour over chicken mixture; toss well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Was the recipe easy to follow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Did the dish taste good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I thought I'd died &amp;amp; gone to Greek heaven!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Would you make this again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Already have - a note on that though...make sure you have plain yogurt, using vanilla by mistake does not ruin it but it's just not quite the same. Not that I'd know by experience or anything. (ahem)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SKDqEVqBaHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/WJguZsOk8bk/s1600-h/Chicken+souvlaki+salad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233440127258290290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SKDqEVqBaHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/WJguZsOk8bk/s400/Chicken+souvlaki+salad.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-9127335088656781024?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/9127335088656781024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=9127335088656781024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/9127335088656781024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/9127335088656781024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-shoulda-been-greek.html' title='I shoulda been Greek!'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SKDqEVqBaHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/WJguZsOk8bk/s72-c/Chicken+souvlaki+salad.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-7417746242277180637</id><published>2008-08-08T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T12:19:17.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Or I'll give you something to cry about!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hey y'all, grab your depends &amp;amp; go enter (or just read) the funniest contest ever at &lt;a href="http://michellekemperbrownlowwrites4kids.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Semblance of Sanity.&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I laughed, I cried...I almost peed my pants!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-7417746242277180637?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/7417746242277180637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=7417746242277180637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/7417746242277180637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/7417746242277180637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/08/or-ill-give-you-something-to-cry-about.html' title='Or I&apos;ll give you something to cry about!'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-215504616744129963</id><published>2008-08-07T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T13:40:53.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>"Mom, can we just go home?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We left for &lt;a href="http://www.oregonstateparks.org/park_27.php"&gt;Wallowa lake&lt;/a&gt; Thursday afternoon at about 1:30 and got there somewhere in the neighborhood of 7ish. The kids did surprisingly well, but I did get the title of this post from what Sam asked me repeatedly during the last 2 hours of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The route there was a new one for me &amp;amp; stunningly beautiful. I spent a lot of time praising God for giving us such a wonderful place to inhabit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" src="http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?f=d&amp;amp;saddr=112+w+alder+st+sprague+wa+99032&amp;amp;daddr=joseph+or&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;mra=ls&amp;amp;sll=53.800651,-4.064941&amp;amp;sspn=7.23119,23.203125&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=46.32664,-117.46705&amp;amp;spn=1.94946,1.018&amp;amp;output=embed&amp;amp;s=AARTsJoslcsKM8kkqKeCM3XTlbhzGN_Mcg" frameborder="0" width="425" scrolling="no" height="350"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #0000ff; TEXT-ALIGN: left" href="http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?f=d&amp;amp;saddr=112+w+alder+st+sprague+wa+99032&amp;amp;daddr=joseph+or&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;mra=ls&amp;amp;sll=53.800651,-4.064941&amp;amp;sspn=7.23119,23.203125&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=46.32664,-117.46705&amp;amp;spn=1.94946,1.018&amp;amp;source=embed"&gt;View Larger Map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My favorite parts were going down &amp;amp; back up again the winding roads into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lcrealtors.com/about_LC_valley.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lewston/Clarkston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &amp;amp; at the WA/OR border. You can't see it on this map but if you zoom way in it shows the fun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?f=d&amp;amp;saddr=USA+(Fields+Spring+State+Park)&amp;amp;daddr=Paradise+rd+or&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=4397535370858236392,46.078530,-117.171850&amp;amp;mra=ls&amp;amp;sll=46.004116,-117.229614&amp;amp;sspn=0.265659,0.725098&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=46.016992,-117.239914&amp;amp;spn=0.265597,0.725098&amp;amp;z=11"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;curvy roads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; that have stunning views everywhere you look. Another favorite was approaching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.enterpriseoregon.org/City/index.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enterprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.josephoregon.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Joseph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wallowa_Mountains"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wallowa Mountains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; rising in the distance - it is just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tnkbuzan/autumn_in_eastern_oregon__d70"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stunning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's a slide show of the pictures I took on the way there...I'll tell you more about the drive when I get to Monday &amp;amp; our trip home. I didn't take as many pictures getting there, as I was trying to arrive before dark. Good thing too, finding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wallowalakeresort.com/26-Waldhut-Wallowa-Lake-Rental.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;our house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; was quite confusing in the daylight - I don't think I'd have found it after dark!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-37.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2666130979409627447&amp;amp;site=widget-37.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2666130979409627447&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-37.slide.com/p1/2666130979409627447/bb_t005_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2666130979409627447&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-37.slide.com/p2/2666130979409627447/bb_t005_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2666130979409627447&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-37.slide.com/p4/2666130979409627447/bb_t005_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-215504616744129963?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/215504616744129963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=215504616744129963&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/215504616744129963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/215504616744129963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/08/mom-can-we-just-go-home.html' title='&quot;Mom, can we just go home?&quot;'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-4341014669064598140</id><published>2008-08-05T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T09:13:54.988-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hi y'all, I'm back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We had a wonderful time, we played, rested &amp;amp; just all around had lots of fun.  It was great to see all the cousins there, from my 3 week old second cousin twice removed (I think) to my dad's cousin (my second cousin once removed) who is the oldest in the clan now. (love you Audry!!)  Some I'd never met before &amp;amp; others I've not seen for 20+ years.  We honored those who are gone now &amp;amp; missed those that couldn't make it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The drive there &amp;amp; back was long, hot &amp;amp; absolutely beautiful - I'll be making a side show &amp;amp; posting more about the fun things we got to do &amp;amp; my numerous pics of the scenery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now I've got to catch up on my blog reading &amp;amp; get some laundry done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Have a great day y'all :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-4341014669064598140?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/4341014669064598140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=4341014669064598140&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/4341014669064598140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/4341014669064598140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/08/hi-yall-im-back-we-had-wonderful-time.html' title=''/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-3165379403308879434</id><published>2008-08-04T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T08:06:00.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>Awww, shucks George, thanks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #cccccc 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #cccccc 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: #cccccc 1px solid; WIDTH: 115px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #cccccc 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.business-opportunities.biz/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://images.business-opportunities.biz/blogworth/gw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;My &lt;a href="http://www.alanem.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; is worth &lt;b&gt;$5,645.40&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.business-opportunities.biz/projects/how-much-is-your-blog-worth/"&gt;How much is your blog worth?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" href="http://www.technorati.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://technorati.com/pix/tech-logo-embed.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This is comforting!  Yesterday (ok, Tuesday, this is a scheduled post) when I did this it told me my blog was worth nothing!  I was going to post it anyway but sheesh, how embarrassing right?  Kinda fun to see what some widget thinks this place is worth, but no matter what it comes up with for you, &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; think your blog is priceless!&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/7614350011592654715-3165379403308879434?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/3165379403308879434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=3165379403308879434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/3165379403308879434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/3165379403308879434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/08/awww-shucks-george-thanks.html' title='Awww, shucks George, thanks!'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-7504462822983099855</id><published>2008-08-03T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T08:01:00.733-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>Just don't give me the finger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are an "A-OK"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whathandgestureareyouquiz/a-ok.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life philosophy can be summed up as, "Whatever will be, will be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your greatest wish is to live each day a little better than the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are naturally calm and stable. Some people would call you a rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel one with the world. You are a spiritual person, though no one who knows you would guess it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whathandgestureareyouquiz/"&gt;What Hand Gesture Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I agree with the gesture but nosomuch the description. I am calm &amp;amp; stable...sometimes. Dunno if I could be called a rock! Whatever God wills, will be is more my thoughts than whatever will be will be. And I am a spiritual person although I don't like the worlds perception of spiritual these days. And I would like to think that my love of the Lord shines through so it can clearly be seen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-7504462822983099855?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/7504462822983099855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=7504462822983099855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/7504462822983099855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/7504462822983099855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-dont-give-me-finger.html' title='Just don&apos;t give me the finger!'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-1533298731943664341</id><published>2008-08-02T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T07:58:00.790-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>The kids - oh, those dang kids!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Sometimes Know When Someone's Lying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/canyouspotaliarquiz/liar-2.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can spot a liar if the liar slips up, but you're not always aware of other people's dishonesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually a liar will reveal himself, and you usually will figure out if you've been lied to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, someone could be duping you without you knowing it. So watch out for the telltale signs of lying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/canyouspotaliarquiz/"&gt;Can You Spot a Liar?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-1533298731943664341?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/1533298731943664341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=1533298731943664341&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/1533298731943664341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/1533298731943664341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/08/kids-oh-those-dang-kids.html' title='The kids - oh, those dang kids!'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-3514261688200811898</id><published>2008-08-01T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T07:50:00.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>Milk toast baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Occasionally a Wimp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouawimpquiz/wimp-2.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're pretty tough in every day life. You don't back down easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, you can be a wimp at times, especially in stressful situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be overwhelmed or intimidated or just plain scared when life gets rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While these are natural reactions, you may want to face your fears a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouawimpquiz/"&gt;Are You a Wimp?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I think I'm a wimp way more often than occasionally. Lift intimidates me, to be honest. I don't like to be in new situations &amp;amp; I strongly (and wrongly) fear others impressions of me. Something I struggle with daily and need to work on more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-3514261688200811898?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/3514261688200811898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=3514261688200811898&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/3514261688200811898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/3514261688200811898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/08/milk-toast-baby.html' title='Milk toast baby'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-8444261062182603827</id><published>2008-07-31T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T07:50:52.240-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>Love me just a little</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Occasionally a Narcissist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouanarcissistquiz/narcissist-2.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you have healthy self esteem, you're really not that full of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to most people, you're quite humble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though occasionally, you can't help and reflect on how great you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing wrong with being proud of yourself - as long as you don't let it go to your head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanarcissistquiz/"&gt;Are You a Narcissist?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The times I think a little too highly of myself are when I think back to my High School days.  I was part of an award winning choir &amp;amp; I remember them as my 'glory days.'  It's easy to get full of yourself when hundreds of people are clapping a &amp;amp; they give you a trophy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-8444261062182603827?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/8444261062182603827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=8444261062182603827&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/8444261062182603827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/8444261062182603827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/07/llove-me-just-little.html' title='Love me just a little'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-3503616951204213003</id><published>2008-07-30T10:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:15:03.817-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloggging'/><title type='text'>Thank you, thank you &amp; a million thanks to you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh you guys are great, thanks so much for praying. It took me 4 hours to do all my running around but I was able to get our account into positive territory again &amp;amp; our financial butt is saved. I love the Ellensburg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wamu.com/personal/default.asp"&gt;WAMU&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;branch - they actually called &amp;amp; offered to waive the fees if I could bring it positive yesterday. We would have had over 200 in fees so now we actually have enough for gas the rest of the week - yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In the middle of all the money hoopla yesterday I got a call that put another urgent item on my list. I am part of a community group in Sprague &amp;amp; recently inherited the responsibility of the blog. It's been on the back burner, I actually have not touched it until yesterday's call. I found out that the blog is more important than I thought. Turns out that our group needed me to post on a couple of new things in the community for a grant. A grant that must be completed today! Oh fiddlesticks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I had no idea the blog was that important, I wish the lady that passed it on to me had let me know that the grant writers used it - I would have done this weeks ago! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh well, it's done now &amp;amp; if you want to check out the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://sprague-wa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sprague Horizons Community Blog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you can see what took me a ridiculous amount of time to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I had never messed with slide shows &amp;amp; was not sure what site to use. I knew the other lady used&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;for pictures so I worked for a long time uploading &amp;amp; editing there...only to find I couldn't make a slide show using the free service. Then I checked my notes &amp;amp; found she used &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Slide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; to do the shows. Girrr! At that point, it was time for Chris to get up for work (that would be 2:30 in the morning folks) he gave me a good scolding &amp;amp; sent me to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I had to finish this morning so first thing I made myself about a gallon of coffee &amp;amp; got going. I'm so glad to have the weight of it off my shoulders, from now on I'm posting there more often!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We are leaving on vacation tomorrow, hopefully right after Sam gets out of summer school. That's the goal anyway, with all my detours yesterday we'll see if I can get ready in time. I've been really looking forward to this vacation, it's a family reunion &amp;amp; I haven't been to one on that side of the family since I was in High School. I'm going to find a lot of changes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Here is a picture of the founding members of this reunion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SJCxzu_-3GI/AAAAAAAAAN0/A1gBEl0dZTI/s1600-h/Grama+%26+Grampa+M+with+siblings.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228874669724982370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SJCxzu_-3GI/AAAAAAAAAN0/A1gBEl0dZTI/s400/Grama+%26+Grampa+M+with+siblings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(L to R) Uncle Bruce, Aunt Ruth, Grampa M, Grama M, &amp;amp; Aunt Jane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;They have all gone to be with the Lord &amp;amp; are all greatly missed, this picture is of the last reunion they were together (and the last one I attended) in the late 80's.  We have had them every 3 years for as long as I can remember.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So I'm very excited to get out of town &amp;amp; have fun with a whole lotta 1st, 2nd, 3rd and who knows how many other cousins.  It's going to be loud &amp;amp; crazy &amp;amp; above all fun, fun, fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We are going to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.wallowalakeresort.com/"&gt;Wallowa Lake Resort&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;in NE Oregon &amp;amp; I hope to have a lot of pics for you next week.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Have a fabulous weekend everyone &amp;amp; thanks again!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-3503616951204213003?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/3503616951204213003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=3503616951204213003&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/3503616951204213003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/3503616951204213003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/07/thank-you-thank-you-million-thanks-to.html' title='Thank you, thank you &amp; a million thanks to you!'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SJCxzu_-3GI/AAAAAAAAAN0/A1gBEl0dZTI/s72-c/Grama+%26+Grampa+M+with+siblings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-8481864423163512203</id><published>2008-07-29T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T12:55:07.080-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><title type='text'>Prayers pretty please</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ok, I have a million things to do today, we are going to a family reunion on Thursday &amp;amp; I have a lot to get done before the trip.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So this morning I gave my email a quick check before attacking my list &amp;amp; found a message from our bank that we are  overdrawn -by almost 400 bucks.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jumpin Jehoshaphat, dagnabbit, frickin' frackin, and a big oh poop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I went over my grocery receipts for items I can return &amp;amp; raided the coin jar - that plus the money I can take out of my other bank (vacation fund, emergency fund) will just barely make up the difference.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This took me forever, between finding stuff &amp;amp; just sitting here stunned &amp;amp; now I have even less time to get the new emergency stuff I must do plus me to do list done.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I would appreciate any prayers you could send our way.  That we won't get in the hole again before Chris gets paid on Thursday, that we will have enough for our vacation (we ARE going no matter what!!) and that I won't kill Chris for not keeping up with the accounts.  Oh, and that I can get my list done &amp;amp; the kids won't be a problem today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thanks guys, you are the best...I'm off to put a band aid on a severed limb :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-8481864423163512203?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/8481864423163512203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=8481864423163512203&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/8481864423163512203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/8481864423163512203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/07/prayers-pretty-please.html' title='Prayers pretty please'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-5863533560900302594</id><published>2008-07-25T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:15:04.675-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cycle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Adah on wildlife, bike savings &amp; my kitty blogs in his sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I had a funny conversation with Adah this morning while we were &lt;a href="http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/07/much-ado-about.html"&gt;lounging around in bed.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Dragonfly is going to come in &amp;amp; get us. They fly, they’re birds."&lt;br /&gt;"But they don’t have feathers, only birds have feathers."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes they do!"&lt;br /&gt;"No, birds have feathers but not dragonflies. God made them with wings but no feathers."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, we will have to take the feathers from the birds &amp;amp; give them to the dragonflies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Isn't she sweet? Poor naked birdies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It’s a great start to your day when you have to wring out a load of laundry by hand to put into the dryer. Our WM has been on the fritz for awhile &amp;amp; it’s starting to drive me nuts. Sometimes the spin cycle does not work all the way. I open the thing &amp;amp; the clothes are just sitting in the bottom, not all stuck to the walls like they normally are. It’s especially great when there are towels in the load, most especially, bath towels. Then it takes 2 cycles in the dryer to get them dry. Fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I got to thinking about &lt;a href="http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/07/big-boys-new-toy.html"&gt;the bike&lt;/a&gt; today. (BTW, my pal over at &lt;a href="http://organizeddoodles.blogspot.com/"&gt;Organized Doodles&lt;/a&gt; asked a few particulars about this gem.  It's a Suzuki SV1000 2003, 996cc's, top speed of 177) Seems like every time Chris gets home I ask him how his ride was &amp;amp; he says "my butt hurts." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I so want to smack him for that, he's the one who wanted the dang thing in the first place! I go through moments when I'm ok with it but most of the time I resent the dagnabbed thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So I thought I'd figure out how much we've spent on the thing so far. (Cos' I needed to fuel this fire, right?) These are all approx figures but I think a lot of them are on the low side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Down 300&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Insurance 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jacket 100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Helmet 80&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Backpack 50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rear tire 300 (!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Front tire (2 weeks later) 150&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Total 1010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hmmm, what was it we spent on his gas pre-bike? 800 if I remember correctly, and the above list does not count gas for the bike so far. I didn't feel like looking all that up so I left it off the list. Yes most of these expenses are a one time deal. (I don't know how long tires last on this baby but I hope it's a looong time!) And we must remember that he will only be able to ride until mid to late October here. I'm NOT letting him ride once the frosts hit. So all winter we will be paying insurance &amp;amp; payments (about 190 total) for something sitting in the garage. Kind of like we're doing for his car right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So as of now we are over 200 &lt;em&gt;in the hole &lt;/em&gt;for this thing plus gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ha-&lt;em&gt;rumph!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My sweet lil smudgie was watching me blog &amp;amp; fell asleep - I keep the laptop propped up. In my head it won't get quite as hot that way :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SIp2TzxAWjI/AAAAAAAAALE/-iBEq6zrkmg/s1600-h/IMG_0450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227120400202226226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SIp2TzxAWjI/AAAAAAAAALE/-iBEq6zrkmg/s400/IMG_0450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SIp5LCt8WII/AAAAAAAAALs/nYBsLFfAcQg/s1600-h/IMG_0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SIp5KJDBY-I/AAAAAAAAALU/0mQP-quk8kE/s1600-h/IMG_0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Isn't he cute? He's grown a lot &lt;a href="http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-i-were-catholic-id-say-like-900-hail.html"&gt;since we got him,&lt;/a&gt; it will be fun to see how much he weighs at his next vet visit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SIp-fpjo8oI/AAAAAAAAAL0/jDaeytaBJ1s/s1600-h/IMG_0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227129399713264258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SIp-fpjo8oI/AAAAAAAAAL0/jDaeytaBJ1s/s400/IMG_0453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then Sam came over asking if he was awake &amp;amp; 'had' to pet him.  Woke him up just enough to switch positions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SIp-f51zFsI/AAAAAAAAAL8/N5Kh1ZRPyao/s1600-h/IMG_0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227129404084393666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SIp-f51zFsI/AAAAAAAAAL8/N5Kh1ZRPyao/s400/IMG_0454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And he ended up like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SIp-gQuQs7I/AAAAAAAAAME/7_Xw4VEEkQI/s1600-h/IMG_0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227129410226795442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SIp-gQuQs7I/AAAAAAAAAME/7_Xw4VEEkQI/s400/IMG_0455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;All in all, not a bad blogging companion.  He sure doesn't interrupt like the kids do!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Have a wonderful weekend y'all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-5863533560900302594?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/5863533560900302594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=5863533560900302594&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/5863533560900302594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/5863533560900302594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/07/adah-on-wildlife-bike-savings-my-kitty.html' title='Adah on wildlife, bike savings &amp; my kitty blogs in his sleep.'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SIp2TzxAWjI/AAAAAAAAALE/-iBEq6zrkmg/s72-c/IMG_0450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-6822307786820179299</id><published>2008-07-24T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:52:45.124-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Much ado about...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;K, planned on posting my recipe today but time got away from me. I'll post 2 next week to make up for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a busy day - much more than usual. I should state for the record my goal in life is to NOT be busy. Granted, I have 3 kids &amp;amp; the older they get the busier I'm going to be but I can still dream right?&lt;br /&gt;So morning was normal, kids wake me up &amp;amp; beg for breakfast for 20 minutes while I'm a &lt;strike&gt;good example&lt;/strike&gt; lesson on what not to do by laying in bed until the last minute possible.&lt;br /&gt;(I'm so proud!)&lt;br /&gt;Took Sam to summer school, came home, set the twins up with a movie &amp;amp; jumped in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;Started cleaning up the kitchen (holy cow, I think every dish was in the sink or counter) &amp;amp; picking up the house. I felt like poo-poo yesterday so I laid on the couch as much as possible. I think I only got up to attend children (fix food, &amp;amp; change movies) &amp;amp; use the bathroom. The house was a mess!&lt;br /&gt;Go pick up Sam from summer school.&lt;br /&gt;Get call from BFF asking if I'm going to reading program. Ummm, I should but I don't wanna. Oh phooey, I'll go already. There's only 1 week after this &amp;amp; we've only gone 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;Make lunch, eat lunch, go to library.&lt;br /&gt;Endure chaos that is summer reading program (I might just blog on this another day - it's, to put it nicely, not planned well.)&lt;br /&gt;BFF asks if I want to do dinner together - yupper-do! Her hubby works swing shift &amp;amp; it's Chris's night at my sisters so perfect timing.&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;strike&gt;extremely overpriced small town grocery&lt;/strike&gt; store to get more dinner fixins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BFF arrives with kids, we shoo all but the baby out to play in the sprinkler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kids play, we talk. Kids fight, we yell. Kids play, we talk...ok you get the idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We eat, the kids run around the house chasing each other &amp;amp; yelling, we shoo them upstairs so we can hear each other talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kids fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Ok movie time kids, everyone on the couch!"&lt;br /&gt;We talk until movie is over &amp;amp; it's 30 minutes past bedtime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;They go, but we wish for a sitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wow, that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ended up a lot longer than I thought and all to tell you I didn't have time to post my recipe. Don't you feel informed now? Yeah, I wouldn't either :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Whew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-6822307786820179299?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/6822307786820179299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=6822307786820179299&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/6822307786820179299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/6822307786820179299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/07/much-ado-about.html' title='Much ado about...'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-2649935772927301998</id><published>2008-07-23T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T08:00:02.647-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Lather, rinse, repeat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I spent approximately 1 hour, 45 minutes grocery shopping with my kids today. I'm sure that's all I'm &lt;em&gt;required&lt;/em&gt; to say but I will elaborate (as I'm apt to do) just so you can get the full effect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a marathon trip today, all in the pursuit of saving a buck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I negated that savings by forgetting my list (and I &lt;em&gt;need &lt;/em&gt;my list) and having to drive the 25 miles home &amp;amp; turn right around &amp;amp; drive 25 miles back to &lt;a href="http://www.cityofcheney.org/"&gt;Cheney.&lt;/a&gt; I just love running in circles, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are finally back in town &amp;amp; I stopped by the first 2 stores to pick up the sale fliers. These stores are relatively small &amp;amp; don't do mailers (which annoys me to no end) so to find the best deals I have to do it this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were off &amp;amp; running in &lt;a href="http://shop.safeway.com/superstore/default.asp?brandid=1&amp;amp;page=corphome"&gt;Safeway&lt;/a&gt; (much to the delight of the kids, who were very sick of their carseats by this time. "Why do we hafta go back mom? "Mom I wanna get out of my seat." "Mom, she's touching me again.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new rule for grocery shopping which, depending on one's point of view, makes me look like a drill sergeant (minus the swearing) or an overbearing evil mom. (I know this from the looks I got from other moms, the ones with 1 child under walking age were the funniest ones. They just looked scared they'd have to do this someday too - HA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I started this new thing, my shopping consisted of my kids all doing things they are not supposed to, different things that is, all at the same time. Sam would be wandering on ahead, eventually turning the corner &amp;amp; on his way down the next isle. Adah would be standing on the side of the cart, the front of the cart, 'helping' me push (aka getting in the way &amp;amp; tripping me), or standing in front of the cart impeding my progress. Eli would be dawdling behind, inspecting things on the shelves (preferably in glass jars) &amp;amp; freaking out when I got too far ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I'd be attempting to yell at all of them at once. "Sam come...Adah knock it...Eli put that...Sam I said..." while simultaneously shopping for the best deals. (Mom's head explodes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound like fun? Yeah, notsomuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I make them line up behind me &amp;amp; stay there the whole time. This consists of me repeating my orders approximately 1364 times during each hour spent in the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that my throat hurts? (Chocolate ice cream goes a long way in soothing a sore throat. Just in case you are wondering, that is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok (&lt;em&gt;I know, I know, on with the story already)&lt;/em&gt; so to give you a glimpse of my shopping &lt;strike&gt;nightmare&lt;/strike&gt; fun I'll tell you what you would see if you were a fellow shopper &lt;strike&gt;doomed to&lt;/strike&gt; lucky enough to be in the same store as my lovely family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A mom, looking very grim with 3 kids straggling behind her. This mom occasionally asks in a very gruff tone, "Adah, why are you walking next to me? "Where are you supposed to be walking?" after which Adah would reply "behind you mom." and fall back with her brothers. At other times you might hear, "Sam let go of my shirt." "Sam let go." "NOW SAM!" or, "Eli, stop pushing Sam." "Eli stop touching the pickles." "Eli do not touch anything other than your own body!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now repeat this scenario for the next hour &amp;amp; forty five minutes (spanning 3 stores) and you've got the picture. Kind of reminds me of the back of the shampoo bottle I bought today - lather, rinse, repeat.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lather, rinse, repeat. Lather, rinse, rep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;By the third store I was beginning to think about alcohol despite the fact I usually drink only once a year on my birthday. (Mexican restaurant+strawberry margarita+birthday=one happy me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hey, maybe some rich TV producer could come up with a reality show that involves grocery shopping with crazy kids &amp;amp; frazzled moms. I'd clean up with that...unless I was competing with &lt;a href="http://mom2my6pack.blogspot.com/"&gt;BECAUSE I SAID SO&lt;/a&gt; that is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now I'm home, the kids are in bed &amp;amp; I'm happily blogging while &lt;strike&gt;eating a pile of ice cream&lt;/strike&gt; soothing my throat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So...how was &lt;em&gt;your &lt;/em&gt;day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-2649935772927301998?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/2649935772927301998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=2649935772927301998&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2649935772927301998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2649935772927301998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/07/lather-rinse-repeat.html' title='Lather, rinse, repeat.'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-7598532152539002196</id><published>2008-07-23T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:15:04.975-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Doodolie-do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SIb4lNZABBI/AAAAAAAAAK8/2dw4qze1zvc/s1600-h/Chocolate+Attack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226137735743407122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SIb4lNZABBI/AAAAAAAAAK8/2dw4qze1zvc/s400/Chocolate+Attack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SIb1WqoIFcI/AAAAAAAAAK0/frh_qs9kJdc/s1600-h/Chocolate+Attack.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I just love Rick over at &lt;a href="http://organizeddoodles.blogspot.com/"&gt;Organized Doodles.&lt;/a&gt; He's such a fun artist &amp;amp; always has me on the hunt for eggy. (And I love eggy in this doodle...too perfect.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My plan this evening was to watch an episode of &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/xtremehome/index?pn=index"&gt;Extreme Makeover Home Edition&lt;/a&gt; online (which I did) and then take the laptop to my room &amp;amp; watch a movie in bed. Then I thought, "I should check blogs for a minute." and now it's 2 AM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Whoops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yup, going to bed now. I mean, now. Uh, now. Ok after I turn off the dang computer - get off my back already, geez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-7598532152539002196?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/7598532152539002196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=7598532152539002196&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/7598532152539002196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/7598532152539002196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/07/doodolie-do.html' title='Doodolie-do'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SIb4lNZABBI/AAAAAAAAAK8/2dw4qze1zvc/s72-c/Chocolate+Attack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-7242160751222100066</id><published>2008-07-22T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T10:45:15.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>More 'news' &amp; the weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Read about a new baggy pants law in Chicago &lt;a href="http://apnews.myway.com/article/20080720/D921NUSG0.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And a drunken practical joke gone up in flames &lt;a href="http://apnews.myway.com/article/20080722/D922IM180.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And a couple of dumb crooks getting rudely awakened &lt;a href="http://apnews.myway.com/article/20080722/D922NDFG0.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The Chicago law needs to go nationwide.  Although not as prevalent as it used to be, I hate that style.  To all those young men out there who wear their pants around their ankles...I get a very strong desire to pants you when I see you.  Of course, my style back in HS was to wear holey jeans...extremely holey jeans!  My mom was always trying to throw them out &amp;amp; I was always saving them.  I had one pair that had no butt anymore, just the seam.  I wore boxer shorts under them &amp;amp; they were my favorite jeans (&amp;amp; probably the favorite of all the guys, I had a pretty hot bod back in the day.)  I can't believe my mom let me out of the house!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This weekend was a roller coaster ride full of fighting and fun.  Chris &amp;amp; I started arguing almost the minute he got home.  Stupid arguments all of them, but passionately stated by both parties.   I swear, sometimes I get the picture of a couple of rams fighting when we do this.  Just run full tilt &amp;amp; slam into each other, over &amp;amp; over again.  We are both so stubborn &amp;amp; very good at miscommunicating.  Often we agree on the end result of something but argue about the process.  Or if I say something &amp;amp; he takes it the wrong way or vice versa, which happens all the time with us.  We can go many rounds with that one.  I think he needs to pay more attention to what I said &amp;amp; understand me better &amp;amp; he thinks I need to say it better &amp;amp; think of his reaction more, bla bla bla to infinity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I lost my mind &amp;amp; totally freaked out as I've done &lt;a href="http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/03/do-you-remember-in-jurassic-park-when.html"&gt;before&lt;/a&gt;.  Having him gone all week is just very hard on me &amp;amp; I can't do it for long.  This was only for 2 weeks but that's all it took.  I just feel like everybody wants a piece of me until  there is nothing left. All week it's the kids, on the weekend it's Chris &amp;amp; I don't get any time for myself.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I tend to do things a little different while he's gone, just to get through the week &amp;amp; that is hard on him.  Having ADD, he needs routine &amp;amp; when I change things he feels left out &amp;amp; gets frustrated.  Plus he looks like the bad guy when he gets things back to normal.  My changes usually involve letting the kids do stuff they don't normally get to or whatever.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So that was Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;On Saturday we argued a bit more in the morning &amp;amp; then went to see The Dark Night   This was a big thing, neither of us can remember the last time we got to see a movie in the theatre.  And holy cow is it spendy!!  The movie was awesome, just as we expected.  I was more in the mood for Wall-e after all the hubbub from Friday but we were late for it &amp;amp; The Dark Night worked out better.  Heath Ledger's joker was amazing.  So creepily funny, the perfect psychopath.  I'm just glad I'm not afraid of clowns or anything, that would put you over the edge for sure!  For those who have seen it (there are no spoilers here for those who haven't) my favorite moment with the Joker was when he walked out of the hospital &amp;amp; had to click the remote...too funny &amp;amp; that outfit was hilarious!  My favorite part of the whole movie was the convict on the boat, that was simply awesome - you know what I'm talking about.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It was a bit sad to watch though, knowing about Heath's death.  I can see why he was taking anti anxiety &amp;amp; sleeping medications, becoming that character would be hard to take emotionally.  I wonder what his daughter will think of it when she gets older.  Will she be proud of his amazing performance or might she resent the film for being part of the reason he died?  Only time will tell but obviously I hope it's the former.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;After we got home we played with the kids &amp;amp; argued, ate dinner and argued some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sunday we went to church (argued beforehand,) came home &amp;amp; cleaned the house.  Chris made up a plan for cleaning that involved all of us &amp;amp; it worked great.  I cleaned off the surfaces &amp;amp; dusted, Sam picked up toys, Adah picked up papers &amp;amp; trash, Eli put books away &amp;amp; Chris supervised &amp;amp; did the floors.  We went room by room &amp;amp; got most of the house cleaned.  I think we are going to make this a regular weekend event.  We actually had fun...imagine that!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So overall the weekend was not horrible &amp;amp; not fabulous, just good &amp;amp; bad in it's own special way.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My plan this week is to work on my huge backlog of laundry &amp;amp; start to plan my packing list for next weekend.  We have a family reunion coming that I've been looking forward to for a year.  More on that in another post though.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-7242160751222100066?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/7242160751222100066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=7242160751222100066&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/7242160751222100066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/7242160751222100066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-news-weekend.html' title='More &apos;news&apos; &amp; the weekend'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-4522846697142547763</id><published>2008-07-21T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T13:39:54.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>Something 'fishy' about the news today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My web browser opens with a page of the latest news.  I check out any stories that are interesting to me then check to see if there's any interesting entertainment stories.  A few days ago I discovered a link to a strange news page &amp;amp; today &lt;a href="http://apnews.myway.com/article/20080721/D922DSVG2.html"&gt;this story&lt;/a&gt; is at the top of the list.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I think it sounds kinda fun...how bout you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-4522846697142547763?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/4522846697142547763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=4522846697142547763&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/4522846697142547763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/4522846697142547763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/07/something-fishy-about-news-today.html' title='Something &apos;fishy&apos; about the news today'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-28678893050910947</id><published>2008-07-18T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T08:00:05.994-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>A buncha nonsense</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Fitness Type: Playful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howshouldyougetfitquiz/playful.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy exercise as long as it doesn't feel like work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working out is your playtime, and you're up for any exercise that's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try exercise that involves a little friendly competition, like basketball, softball, or volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you may even like exercising with a fitness video game. Anything that makes you feel like a kid again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howshouldyougetfitquiz/"&gt;How Should You Get Fit?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This is so not me! I like to walk, I like to swim and I (used to) like to dance. Team sports? Hate em! I was always the last kid picked for the team, and I sucked at them all.  Friendly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt;?  Ugh, all I felt was pressure to perform at games I sucked at.    I also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;loathe&lt;/span&gt; balls flying in my direction at high velocity (or even medium velocity for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pete's&lt;/span&gt; sake - they hurt if they hit you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dagnabit&lt;/span&gt;!) and I don't like to sweat - could be the reason I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;waaaaay&lt;/span&gt; overweight. Ya think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Ready, Willing, and Able to Commit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouafraidofcommitmentquiz/commitment-3.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not scared of commitment in the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, there's a good chance that you're already committed to someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are willing to give up a little freedom for relationship stability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once you're in a relationship, you'll do almost anything to make things work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouafraidofcommitmentquiz/"&gt;Are You Afraid of Commitment?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gee, ya think? Being married for 10 years might just have something to do with these results. Although the last line of that was a bad thing for me back in the day. A very, very bad thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Sunglasses Say About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thesunglassestest/sunglasses-3.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are spontaneous, open minded, and optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very youthful and free wheeling, no matter what your age happens to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to be shaded from the darker, more depressing aspects of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel sunniest when everyone around you is up for a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thesunglassestest/"&gt;The Sunglasses Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This was was pretty close although I don't need to be shaded from anything. But I couldn't choose just one of those shades so here's the other one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Sunglasses Say About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thesunglassestest/sunglasses-8.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are funky, freaky, and as weird as weird can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your taste in everything is unusual and downright counter cultural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to be shaded from uptight, judgmental people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel sunniest when you can kick back and relax... without a care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thesunglassestest/"&gt;The Sunglasses Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Right on the money baby. Not-a-care-in-the-world sounds fabulous to me. Problem is, I'm married with children so we all know it's not happening anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-28678893050910947?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/28678893050910947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=28678893050910947&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/28678893050910947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/28678893050910947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/07/buncha-nonsense.html' title='A buncha nonsense'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-800752925793120290</id><published>2008-07-17T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:00:01.198-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song lyrics'/><title type='text'>4 year olds write the best lyrics</title><content type='html'>I was &lt;strike&gt;doing important research on the computer&lt;/strike&gt; reading blogs the other day &amp;amp; I overheard this from the other room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And it goes like this:"&lt;br /&gt;"bottom, bottom, bottom."&lt;br /&gt;"I have a poop coming out of my bottom."&lt;br /&gt;"A really cute bottom."&lt;br /&gt;"I have a bottom sticking on my bottom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I was hoping for more but evidently the muse left him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, he was sitting at the &lt;em&gt;table &lt;/em&gt;while singing this lovely tune.  I'm just glad we finished dinner a few minutes before his inspiration struck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know what's going to come out of that kid's mouth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-800752925793120290?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/800752925793120290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=800752925793120290&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/800752925793120290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/800752925793120290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/07/4-year-olds-write-best-lyrics.html' title='4 year olds write the best lyrics'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-76932543419068187</id><published>2008-07-17T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:15:05.196-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whip It Up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Whippin up some grub</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SH6WG3Of0_I/AAAAAAAAAKs/e5SrBiFS5tg/s1600-h/Brown+and+wild+rice+chicken+salad2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223777662444491762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SH6WG3Of0_I/AAAAAAAAAKs/e5SrBiFS5tg/s400/Brown+and+wild+rice+chicken+salad2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Brown and Wild Rice Chicken Salad (from Family Circle Cookbook)&lt;br /&gt;Serves 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1 6-oz. box brown and wild rice mix&lt;br /&gt;3 Tbs. tarragon-flavored vinegar (I used red wine vinegar and added a pinch of tarragon)&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbs. honey-Dijon mustard&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp. black pepper&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup plus 1 Tbs. canola oil&lt;br /&gt;1 pound boneless, skinless chicken breast, cut into 1/4-inch strips&lt;br /&gt;1 Gala apple, cored and chopped&lt;br /&gt;6 scallions, trimmed and chopped&lt;br /&gt;2 large ribs celery, sliced&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup toasted pecan pieces&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup dried cranberries&lt;br /&gt;Lettuce leaves for garnish (optional) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Prepare rice mix following package directions. In a small bowl, mix vinegar, mustard, salt and pepper. Whisk in 1/4 cup oil. Set aside. In a large skillet, heat 1 Tbs. oil over high heat. Add chicken strips; saute for 4 to 6 minutes, until lighltly browned. Place chicken on a plate; cover and set aside.&lt;br /&gt;In a bowl, combine apple, scallions, celery, pecans and cranberries. Add rice, vinegar mixture and chicken. Line a serving bowl with lettuce leaves (optional); spoon in salad. Serve immediately or refrigerate and serve cold.&lt;br /&gt;435 calories&lt;br /&gt;21 g protein&lt;br /&gt;38 g carbohydrates&lt;br /&gt;23 g fat (2 g saturated)&lt;br /&gt;4 g fiber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My path to finding this recipe was a 6 degrees of seperation thing - only it was 3 degrees instead of 6. I found &lt;a href="http://lifewiththree.blogspot.com/"&gt;Life with Three&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a href="http://friedokra4me.blogspot.com/"&gt;FriedOkra's&lt;/a&gt; post, &lt;a href="http://friedokra4me.blogspot.com/2008/05/top-ten-sizzlin-summer-recipes-la.html"&gt;sizzlin summer recipes,&lt;/a&gt; back in May &amp;amp; this baby has been on my list ever since. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I made a few changes (as I almost always do) to suit our tastes. I found I was out of tarragon so couldn't put that in, used a fuji apple instead of a gala, left out the scallions, &amp;amp; used pine nuts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;instead of pecans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now on to the questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Was the recipe easy to follow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Did the dish taste good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I loved it. The rest of my family were ummm, less than thrilled. Chris has an aversion to anything with veggies+fruit &amp;amp;/or fruit+meat mixed together, so this was a double whammy for him. I knew this going into it but I &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to try, it just sounded so good! My kids picked out the fruit to eat &amp;amp; wouldn't touch the rest - even with the loss of dessert hanging over their heads (pernickity things!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Would you make it again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I would make it for a potluck or make a smaller version just for myself. No reason to waste great food on picky people!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you want to check out the rest of the Whip it Up entries, come on over here Friday &amp;amp; click on the Whip it up button in my sidebar.  C'mon, you know you want to :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-76932543419068187?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/76932543419068187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=76932543419068187&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/76932543419068187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/76932543419068187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/07/whippin-up-some-grub.html' title='Whippin up some grub'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SH6WG3Of0_I/AAAAAAAAAKs/e5SrBiFS5tg/s72-c/Brown+and+wild+rice+chicken+salad2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-5876811122412408784</id><published>2008-07-16T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T11:28:07.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>Some forks &amp; a Dixie wanna-be</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Fork&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatutensilareyouquiz/fork.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are truthful, direct, and straight forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People find your honesty to be a bit piercing at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are driven and wildly ambitious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what you want, and you take the most direct path to getting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatutensilareyouquiz/"&gt;What Utensil Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I very much resemble this. Unfortunately, my piercing honesty gets reserved for those close to me, not people in general. I'm too worried about what complete strangers think of me to be that honest with them, much to my husbands dismay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 40% Yankee, 60% Dixie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouayankeeordixiequiz/both.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a pretty even split of Yankee and Dixie. You've probably traveled around a lot in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouayankeeordixiequiz/"&gt;Are You a Yankee or Dixie?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born &amp;amp; raised in WA but I love, love, love the South. I love the people, the food, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;accents&lt;/span&gt;, the scenery...the only things I don't love are the humidity &amp;amp; the storms (hurricanes &amp;amp; tornadoes freak me out!)  Sometimes I think I was born in the wrong part of the country - but I can't imagine leaving good ole WA, even with all it's faults.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-5876811122412408784?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/5876811122412408784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=5876811122412408784&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/5876811122412408784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/5876811122412408784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-forks-dixie-wanna-be.html' title='Some forks &amp; a Dixie wanna-be'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-2348553437512589534</id><published>2008-07-16T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T08:00:01.608-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bathroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>The great bathroom adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I gave you a hint of this story a couple weeks ago when I blogged about my &lt;a href="http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/07/fabulous-day-in-12-easy-steps.html"&gt;fabulous day.&lt;/a&gt; Be warned though, it's not a pretty story. Well, I guess you could say it's pretty, as in pretty dang smelly - but however you put it, it's not for the faint of heart. Might be effective birth control though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out on a grocery trip at one of my favorite retailers, Fred Meyer. I love Freddy's cos they have playland, where I can deposit 2 of my kids to play while I &lt;strike&gt;spend quality time&lt;/strike&gt; argue with Sam &amp;amp; shop for groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hadn't gotten the best start on the day but after having lunch things were looking up. Until, that was, I got the dreaded page over the intercom system to 'come to playland.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured it was just cos' I was late picking them up (&lt;em&gt;never &lt;/em&gt;happens - HA!) but when I arrived I noticed Adah walking a little um, funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attendant told me she had said she needed to go potty but that she could wait. *alarm bells ringing in my head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hurry them into the bathroom only Adah is trying hard not to hurry &amp;amp; is walking even funnier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, you guessed it, by the time we got into the stall she had poop dripping down her leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've been past the diaper bag stage for some time, so there I am without wipes &amp;amp; extra clothes, with Adah dripping onto her feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I begin the dash back &amp;amp; forth between the towel dispenser, sink &amp;amp; stall - round &amp;amp; round we go, when I can stop nobody knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the boys have the run of the bathroom. Danger, Will Robinson, danger! I hear them greeting &amp;amp; saying goodbye to several ladies. I witness the greeting to one woman, who seems less than thrilled to see 2 boys in the woman's room. A minute or 2 later, I hear her talking to them, &amp;amp; saying something about them being rude. "What are they doing?" I ask. "Looking through the crack." she grimly replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful boys, just flipping wonderful! As if I'm not having enough fun already, I have to deal with my peeping-tom's-in-training now. Why did they have to choose her to spy on? Couldn't they have picked someone with a sense of humor? Oh no, not &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I profusely apologise to the woman, and make the boys do so as well. Then I give them a big lecture of why that is wrong &amp;amp; make them stand against the wall for awhile. But that only lasts until I venture back into the stall with Adah. (I later found out Eli was in the hall for awhile, yikes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adah is not happy to be cleaned off with cold, rough paper towels &amp;amp; lets me know in no uncertain terms. It takes at least 4 trips back for more towels to get her clean, the stuff is everywhere! I ended up just tossing the undies but had to wash out her shorts as best I could &amp;amp; make her wear them. Yeah, she was not big on that idea but we don't have money to buy shorts on a whim &amp;amp; I wasn't letting her walk around naked! (Although she would have liked that I'm sure.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got out of the bathroom, completed the shopping &amp;amp; got everyone in the car. (I almost forgot my favorite comment of the day. While in line at the checkout Sam said, "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;, Adah still stinks!" at top volume. Thanks for telling everyone Sam...girrrr) Our little detour took so long we had to rely on &lt;strike&gt;gross&lt;/strike&gt; good ole Mickey D's for dinner. I was so tired I could hardly keep my eyes open &amp;amp; desperately needed some caffeine for the drive home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get us home, groceries in the house, Adah bathed &amp;amp; kids to bed without loosing my cool. After all was quiet I collapsed into bed with my laptop, a movie &amp;amp; lots of junk food to salve my injured soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, through it all I kept thinking, "This is going to make one heck of a blog post!"&lt;br /&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/7614350011592654715-2348553437512589534?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/2348553437512589534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=2348553437512589534&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2348553437512589534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2348553437512589534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/07/great-bathroom-adventure.html' title='The great bathroom adventure'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-2856529521700303252</id><published>2008-07-15T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T15:24:19.472-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 things'/><title type='text'>100 things, part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Are you ready for a new installment of things about me? I don't think I'm all that interesting but I started this crazy thing &amp;amp; I'm-a-gonna finish it! Personally, I'd rather hear about you - but since I'm the one writing this blog, I guess it's up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. When I was a kid I always wanted to be a wife &amp;amp; mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I thought I'd be married right out of High School but my boyfriend(s) at that time did not agree, much to my disappointment. (For which I am now extremely grateful.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I didn't get married until I was 28 - 4 years after my little sisters, who were 21 when they married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. My sisters are twins &amp;amp; 3 years younger than me, they got married in the same year, 1 month apart. We all lived at home at the time &amp;amp; it was all wedding, all the time. Dad &amp;amp; I seriously thought about getting an apartment until it was all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. A lot of people asked me if I was jealous they were getting married. My pat response was "Why would I be jealous? I have no desire to marry T or N!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grama&lt;/span&gt; got into the act at a family dinner with out of town relatives. The talk inevitably turned to wedding stuff &amp;amp; I said "Ugh, all I ever hear is wedding, wedding, wedding, could we please talk about something other than the weddings?" My dear beloved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Grama&lt;/span&gt; said in front of God &amp;amp; everybody, "Don't worry dear, your time will come." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wha&lt;/span&gt;??? So &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; what I meant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Grama&lt;/span&gt;, thank you very much for embarrassing me &amp;amp; making me look like a pathetic looser!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. I met my hubby on AOL. Sometime I'll blog about it but the short story is this: Met online late Oct, face to face early Dec, he moved to WA early Jan, married early May. Not something I recommend but it's worked for us :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I lived in the same house until I was 20 &amp;amp; lived there again from age 22-26. My parents still live there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Nicknames I've had: Alien, Laney, Laney-poo, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hota&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lou&lt;/span&gt;, Lane, Al, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Laners&lt;/span&gt;, Norm, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Roomie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pookie&lt;/span&gt;, &amp;amp; my all time fave, Precious, which is what Chris has always called me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. I've never lived anywhere but WA state &amp;amp; only in 5 different cities. Kirkland (2 locations), Seattle (5 locations), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Cle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Elum&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kittitas&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sprague&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. I sang in an award winning jazz choir in High School but never learned to read music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. I have learning disabilities that were not diagnosed until 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Most of my house is 103 years old - the newer part is from the 1970's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. We live 2 miles from one of the best fishing lakes around &amp;amp; don't even own a pole. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. I have had 4 best friends in my life &amp;amp; was rejected by or grew away from 3 of them. (1) Stacy from Elementary school got too 'cool' for me after we hit Jr High age &amp;amp; broke my heart. I still think of her parents as mama &amp;amp; papa C - in my heart they will always be my other parents. (2) I met Micki at a family camp &amp;amp; we were glued at the hip all through High School. We grew away from each other at the end &amp;amp; I don't know if I'll ever understand what happened to us. I still miss her &amp;amp; wonder if we will ever be in contact again. (3) Jenn was my pal during my mid to late 20's. We worked together &amp;amp; were roommates for awhile but our friendship was doomed by a lot of lies &amp;amp; deception. We won't go there though, all has been forgiven &amp;amp; I still hear from her now &amp;amp; then. (4) I have been so blessed to find my current &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; Leah right here in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; town of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Sprague&lt;/span&gt; - she is a real God-send &amp;amp; like a sister to me. We hit it off from day one &amp;amp; can completely depend on each other. Leah, I love you &amp;amp; thanks for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Oreos&lt;/span&gt; today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. I have never been to a foreign country except Canada (which doesn't really count if you ask me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. I have been to all but 13 states but don't ask me what they are! I don't remember most of them cos' I was too little. The only ones I know for sure I haven't been to are Hawaii &amp;amp; Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. With my hubby I have been to Oregon, Nebraska, Kansas, Iowa &amp;amp; Missouri. And WA if you want to count my home state :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. We would like to visit each state someday.  I want to travel internationally too but I think it's important to get to know this great Country of ours first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;39. When we retire we plan to see the world via short term mission trips.  I just think that would be a great way to really get to know the people of other nations.  We want to do the tourist stuff too but want to make a difference while we're there.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;40. I got saved in 1994 In Spokane at an Amway major function.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well, there you go, there you have it, items 20-40 of my 100 things - hope you like reading it as much as I liked writing it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-2856529521700303252?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/2856529521700303252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=2856529521700303252&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2856529521700303252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2856529521700303252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/07/100-things-part-2.html' title='100 things, part 2'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-9077324956612583022</id><published>2008-07-10T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:15:05.635-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whip It Up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>Whip it good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SHXdO8NejuI/AAAAAAAAAKk/WOFMBnQfDM0/s1600-h/Pasta+Salad+With+Pesto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221322591756521186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SHXdO8NejuI/AAAAAAAAAKk/WOFMBnQfDM0/s400/Pasta+Salad+With+Pesto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I totally could not resist that title. I'm a child of the 80's y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright folks, I've got my first installment of the Whip It Up recipe challenge for you. I found this gem on &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/I%20found%20this%20gem%20on%20All%20Recipes%20&amp;amp;%20it"&gt;All Recipes&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; it's fantastic. I'm a sucker for a summery pasta salad &amp;amp; when you add sausage &amp;amp; pesto? Seconds please!&lt;br /&gt;This was a hit with my whole family although I admit the kids picked around what they deemed to be gross - that is until I broke out my trusty if-you-don't-eat-all-your-dinner-you-won't-get-any-dessert ploy. Works almost every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasta Salad with Pesto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yields: 8 servings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 (19 ounce) package Bob&lt;br /&gt;Evans® Italian Grilling&lt;br /&gt;Sausage&lt;br /&gt;1 pound uncooked penne pasta&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon butter or&lt;br /&gt;margarine&lt;br /&gt;2 garlic cloves, peeled&lt;br /&gt;2 cups fresh basil leaves&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup fresh parsley leaves&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons pine nuts&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup freshly grated&lt;br /&gt;Parmesan cheese&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon black pepper&lt;br /&gt;2 cups seeded and diced&lt;br /&gt;Roma tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;1 small green bell pepper,&lt;br /&gt;chopped&lt;br /&gt;1 cup whole ripe olives&lt;br /&gt;1 cup cubed mozzarella&lt;br /&gt;cheese&lt;br /&gt;Red leaf lettuce for garnish&lt;br /&gt;(optional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;Cook sausage in large skillet or on grill until browned; let cool. Cut in half lengthwise; cut each half into 1/4 inch slices and set aside. Cook penne according to package directions; drain. Toss in large bowl with butter to prevent sticking.&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;To prepare pesto sauce, place garlic cloves in food processor with metal blade or in blender; process until smooth. Add basil and parsley; process until finely chopped. Add pine nuts; process until finely chopped. With motor running, slowly add olive oil in fine, steady stream. Add Parmesan cheese and black pepper; process until well blended, scraping down side as needed.&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;To assemble salad, toss sausage, tomatoes, bell pepper, olives and mozzarella cheese with penne. Gradually stir in pesto until salad is moist but not saturated. Serve salad on lettuce-lined platter, if desired. Refrigerate leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used Hilshire farms sausage instead of Bob Evans (whoever he is) &amp;amp; it tasted just delish. I cut mine up before I browned it...I like getting the crusty browned flavor on as many surfaces of that sausage as possible. I used ye old Parmesan-in-a-can instead of freshly grated cos' we don't have the $$ for the good stuff and it just takes less time to shake from a can rather than grate it yerself. I also used red bell pepper in place of the green - I just don't like those green ones much.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I didn't like about this is that making pesto in a blender takes for-freakin-ever. Someday I'll get me a food processor &amp;amp; my pesto-making efficiency will be what I wish it to be but until then...totally worth taking the time with the blender. Fresh pesto just can't be beat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The 8 people they say this recipe serves would be rather large people, this makes a huge bowl of salad &amp;amp; would be perfect for your next potluck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Was the recipe easy to follow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Did the dish taste good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yum, yum, yum, yum and yum (that's one yum per family member y'all.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Would you make it again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh yeah, I think my hubby might hurt me if I don't :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Can't wait to see what my fellow recipe-tryer-outers came up with for their first entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-9077324956612583022?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/9077324956612583022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=9077324956612583022&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/9077324956612583022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/9077324956612583022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/07/whip-it-good.html' title='Whip it good!'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SHXdO8NejuI/AAAAAAAAAKk/WOFMBnQfDM0/s72-c/Pasta+Salad+With+Pesto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-7834613460862273588</id><published>2008-07-10T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:15:06.193-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>If I were Catholic I'd say like 900 hail Mary's.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bless me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; for I have sinned. It's been one entire week since my last blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I totally know that's lame, &lt;em&gt;lame, &lt;/em&gt;LAME!&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. This week it was determined by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hubby's&lt;/span&gt; boss that they will start work an hour earlier to 'beat the heat.' Let us remember this particular job is 2 hours away from home &amp;amp; hubby already gets up at 3:30 to make it there on time. Getting up at 2:30 is not going to work for him so now I'm back to &lt;a href="http://alanem.blogspot.com/2007/07/here-i-am.html"&gt;where I began,&lt;/a&gt; a pseudo-single mom with a weekender hubby. I'm headed for a white shirt with some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reeeeeealy&lt;/span&gt; long sleeves if this goes on very long...last time this happened I was very close to a nervous breakdown. NOT a good thing y'all.&lt;br /&gt;Hubby says the job will be over soon so I'm praying the next job is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;scosh&lt;/span&gt; closer to home. Care to join me? Please??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a new family member &amp;amp; not of the &lt;a href="http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/07/big-boys-new-toy.html"&gt;mechanical variety&lt;/a&gt; this time (phew!)&lt;br /&gt;He is the cutest thing ever &amp;amp; I'm completely in love with this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; bit o fluff-n-bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I present to you smudge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SHXLGHGtYyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/R82ved0CMrE/s1600-h/Smudge3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221302648852800290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SHXLGHGtYyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/R82ved0CMrE/s400/Smudge3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the cutest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;puddy&lt;/span&gt;-tat on 4 paws in my &lt;em&gt;extremely humble&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;a'hem&lt;/span&gt;) opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is that smudge is driving this guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SHXMQTzBShI/AAAAAAAAAKU/lGKRZFq0Wng/s1600-h/IMG_0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221303923570199058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SHXMQTzBShI/AAAAAAAAAKU/lGKRZFq0Wng/s400/IMG_0227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and these guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SHXM0kbCZtI/AAAAAAAAAKc/CuNLMzfUUl4/s1600-h/IMG_0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221304546508302034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SHXM0kbCZtI/AAAAAAAAAKc/CuNLMzfUUl4/s400/IMG_0182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;crazy with the desire to &lt;strike&gt;chase, control &amp;amp; squish&lt;/strike&gt; play hold &amp;amp; cuddle 24/7. Smudge has other ideas...he'd rather explore &amp;amp; attack innocent pieces of paper &amp;amp; clothing he finds on his (very few) unmolested jaunts around the house. The result of this is that I'm hearing an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;unprecedented&lt;/span&gt; amount of whining/crying from them and honestly, I can't decide who is worse, the kids or the dog!&lt;br /&gt;So the excuse for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bloggy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;deficiencies&lt;/span&gt; is that my household companions have required more policing of late &amp;amp; thus, more time. Well, that and my addiction to watching season 9 of Big Brother online. But I only allow myself to watch &lt;strike&gt;10&lt;/strike&gt; 2 episodes a day. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SHXKHgxi_NI/AAAAAAAAAKE/LP4PdDK_zIk/s1600-h/Smudge3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-7834613460862273588?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/7834613460862273588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=7834613460862273588&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/7834613460862273588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/7834613460862273588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-i-were-catholic-id-say-like-900-hail.html' title='If I were Catholic I&apos;d say like 900 hail Mary&apos;s.'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SHXLGHGtYyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/R82ved0CMrE/s72-c/Smudge3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-7789269121610228296</id><published>2008-07-03T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T08:00:00.372-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>A fabulous day in 12 easy steps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. Stay up really really late the night before.&lt;br /&gt;2. Let kids watch movies non-stop all morning.&lt;br /&gt;3. Decide to take kids out for lunch an hour &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; you normally eat.&lt;br /&gt;4. Make sure kids delay leaving for &lt;em&gt;at least &lt;/em&gt;an hour - clothes, shoes, potty...&lt;br /&gt;5. Have a relaxing lunch with your &lt;strike&gt;crazy, insane, manic, whiny&lt;/strike&gt; wonderful children.&lt;br /&gt;6. Spend 45 minutes in a tiny restaurant bathroom with 3 kids, 2 of whom have to poop.&lt;br /&gt;7. Go grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;8. Find that your daughter has created something wonderful when you &lt;strike&gt;get paged by&lt;/strike&gt; pick up your kids from the grocery childcare center.&lt;br /&gt;9. Experience another lovely trip to the bathroom with your children.&lt;br /&gt;10. Make your way home with your &lt;strike&gt;crazy, insane, manic, whiny&lt;/strike&gt; wonderful children.&lt;br /&gt;11. Spend at least an hour &lt;strike&gt;coaxing, pleading, yelling&lt;/strike&gt; bonding with your kids while getting them ready for bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And last but not least...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;12. Be sure to spill a giant container of watermelon on the floor before you head to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;to be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-7789269121610228296?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/7789269121610228296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=7789269121610228296&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/7789269121610228296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/7789269121610228296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/07/fabulous-day-in-12-easy-steps.html' title='A fabulous day in 12 easy steps'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-7886038208317317506</id><published>2008-07-02T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T23:51:09.866-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CF'/><title type='text'>Please care</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nate posted this video &lt;a href="http://cfhusband.blogspot.com/2008/07/please-watch-this-video.html"&gt;a few days ago over on his blog&lt;/a&gt;. Please watch it, please let it hurt your heart.  Please go visit &lt;a href="http://cfhusband.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nate, Tricia &amp;amp; Gwyneth.&lt;/a&gt; Read their story and consider donating to their Great Strides walk.  And please, please register to be an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Organ_donor"&gt;organ donor&lt;/a&gt; - I've made it easy for you, just look over at my sidebar for Worthy Websites &amp;amp; click on Donate Life America.  It's easy &amp;amp; it only takes a few minutes - just think of what a gift you could give to hurting families, what a legacy you could leave.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Twjg7v-pTO4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Twjg7v-pTO4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thanks for watching, God bless you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-7886038208317317506?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/7886038208317317506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=7886038208317317506&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/7886038208317317506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/7886038208317317506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/07/please-care.html' title='Please care'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-2930679422630241954</id><published>2008-07-02T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:15:06.229-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 things'/><title type='text'>100 things, part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I feel so cool that I can do one of these now - I'm like a &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; blogger now baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;O' course I'm not going to come up with them all now but at least I'll get a start on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;First and foremost...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. I love the Lord my God with all my heart and all my soul and all my strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2. But I'm still very much a sinner &amp;amp; fail Him all the time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3. I thank God for His grace &amp;amp; mercy every day - without His giving me those all day every day I would be sunk for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4. My 'vertical alignment' is this: God first, family second, friends third, &amp;amp; me last - although I don't always achieve this...see # 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5. I would have job in #4 but as a SAHM, my family &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; my job so I didn't list it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Some favorites: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SGrN2gb5fmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/6kqClRNIBoc/s1600-h/daisy-white.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6. I love daisy's - I like them (&amp;amp; most flowers shaped like them) above all others. They just make me smile every time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;7. Blue is my fave color. I like all the shades but a deep iridescent cobalt really does it for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;8. My favorite flavor is vanilla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;9. My favorite smell is the top of each of my kids' heads. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;10. My next favorite smell is vanilla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;11. I have 2 things that tie as my favorite thing to do in my spare time. One is reading &amp;amp; I bet you can guess what the other is...and yes, I'm doing it right now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;12. My favorite blogs are, in alphabetical order: &lt;a href="http://mom2my6pack.blogspot.com/"&gt;BECAUSE I SAID SO&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://cfhusband.blogspot.com/"&gt;Confessions of a CF Husband,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://friedokra4me.blogspot.com/"&gt;FriedOkra,&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://scribbit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Scribbit.&lt;/a&gt; I love love love all the blogs I read but these are my absolute, if-I-had-to-cut-out-all-but-4-which-would-they-be list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;13. I'd tell you what my favorite food is but it changes frequently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;14. My favorite movie of all time is the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Wizard_of_Oz_(1939_film)"&gt;Wizard of Oz.&lt;/a&gt; It was the first movie I saw in the theatre &amp;amp; the first time I saw anything in color. It made a &lt;em&gt;huge&lt;/em&gt; impression on me and although I've seen it approximately 947 times I never get sick of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;15. I do not have a favorite animal - I love just about everything that breathes be it mammal, reptile, amphibian...you name it, I like it. I &lt;em&gt;don't&lt;/em&gt; like many bugs (the &lt;a href="http://crawford.tardigrade.net/bugs/BugofMonth32.html"&gt;hollyhock weevil&lt;/a&gt; is my current nemesis) but bugs like the &lt;a href="http://www.whatsthatbug.com/mantis.html"&gt;praying mantis&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.whatsthatbug.com/walking_stick.html"&gt;walking stick&lt;/a&gt; are extremely cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;16. My favorite place to vacation is the Oregon coast. I love Washington state but the coast? Oh man, Oregon has it beat hands down! The area around &lt;a href="http://www.discovernewport.com/"&gt;Newport&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.visittheoregoncoast.com/home.cfm?dir_cat=15360"&gt;Depoe Bay&lt;/a&gt; is the best in my opinion, I could go on &amp;amp; on but that would be a whole post in itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;17. My favorite place we've lived is &lt;a href="http://www.cleelumroslyn.org/"&gt;Cle Elum. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;18. My favorite genre of music is jazz &amp;amp; my favorite genre of jazz is &lt;a href="http://www.jakebergevinmusic.com/index.html"&gt;swing/big band.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;19. An amendment to #15 - my favorite bird is the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hyacinth_Macaw"&gt;hyacinth macaw. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;20. My other favorite movie is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Labyrinth_(film)"&gt;Labyrinth.&lt;/a&gt; In my teen years I watched it (with my BFF of the time) just about every weekend. We both had a thing for &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aYOGd0OhDOo&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;David Bowie and the relationship between Jareth &amp;amp; Sarah.&lt;/a&gt; I still know every line in the film but can no longer do it without watching the movie. I have also lost the ability to do &lt;a href="http://fanlistings.dreame.net/ludo/"&gt;Ludo,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://muppet.wikia.com/wiki/Image:Hogglefromexhibit.jpg"&gt;Hoggle,&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; assorted other characters I was good at mimicking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Whew, that's hard work! I'm going to do this in several installments &amp;amp; after I get to 100 I'll put them together &amp;amp; link it in my sidebar. It might take me forever though, just in case you were wondering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-2930679422630241954?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/2930679422630241954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=2930679422630241954&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2930679422630241954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2930679422630241954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/07/100-things-part-1.html' title='100 things, part 1'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-613564402312183715</id><published>2008-07-01T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:15:07.479-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cycle'/><title type='text'>The big boy's new toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SGqlOaAchrI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Rq4C2cUuq9c/s1600-h/IMG_0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218164785180083890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SGqlOaAchrI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Rq4C2cUuq9c/s400/IMG_0274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This is our latest acquisition. Chris is having fun with it although that's not why he bought the thing. The plan is that it's going to save us oodles of money on gasoline. The jury is still out as it's financed &amp;amp; we are paying for 2, and insuring 3 vehicles. Of course, this means that we will always have something sitting in the garage, not being used, but because we still owe on it we can't drop the insurance. *sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Can you tell I'm not 100% on board with this thing? I think it would have been more prudent to keep saving until we could put like half down on one...but that's just me. Chris was convinced this is the &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; way we can save on his commute - cutting expenses in other areas just won't be enough in his opinion. We don't have a choice as to how far he must drive, he has to go where the job is, that's just the nature of construction. Also, living in a rural area means we typically pay more for gas than city dwellers and we have to drive more/farther than they do. Chris figured that we paid out over $800 in the past 30 days - zoinks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So he's like superman in the kids eyes now, they were SO excited when he rode up the driveway. Eyes as big as saucers &amp;amp; squealing like crazy. Of course they all want a ride but it's going to be a few years until that happens. None of them are reliable enough to hold on &amp;amp; lean into turns etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm looking forward to getting a ride too - but I'm going to wait until I'm satisfied he's experienced enough. Most likely that will be after he thinks he's experienced enough...I tend to be nervous on those things &amp;amp; I need to completely trust &amp;amp; be sure in my mind the driver is ready to handle a passenger. But I do love to ride, the freedom, the power, the...well the &lt;em&gt;speed&lt;/em&gt; is what really does it for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We still plan to get our fun bike when we're older. I wanna be a Harley chick someday. Subaru chick just doesn't sound the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Here's Sam sitting with daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SGquIQANZZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/yAwM42m8u2M/s1600-h/IMG_0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218174575020172690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SGquIQANZZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/yAwM42m8u2M/s400/IMG_0303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And Adah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SGqufWdDTkI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iOMDkOoYj1U/s1600-h/IMG_0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218174971888750146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SGqufWdDTkI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iOMDkOoYj1U/s400/IMG_0305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SGqu_dlNLyI/AAAAAAAAAJk/bcQ40leOFsA/s1600-h/IMG_0308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218175523557814050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SGqu_dlNLyI/AAAAAAAAAJk/bcQ40leOFsA/s400/IMG_0308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And me looking quite dorky in the helmet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SGqwaN00s7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3pXRuoxFe5M/s1600-h/IMG_0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218177082696446898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SGqwaN00s7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3pXRuoxFe5M/s400/IMG_0292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-613564402312183715?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/613564402312183715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=613564402312183715&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/613564402312183715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/613564402312183715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/07/big-boys-new-toy.html' title='The big boy&apos;s new toy'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SGqlOaAchrI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Rq4C2cUuq9c/s72-c/IMG_0274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-4842743947558649874</id><published>2008-07-01T09:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T09:57:55.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>Princess charming</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Pretty Charming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoucharmingquiz/charming-2.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;While you're not a natural charmer, you can be charming when you want to be. &lt;br /&gt;And lucky for those around you, you usually feel like turning on the charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You project a happy, calm image - even when you're feeling the exact opposite. &lt;br /&gt;You make people feel great about being around you... though you're not always up for putting in the effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/areyoucharmingquiz/"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You Charming?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-4842743947558649874?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/4842743947558649874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=4842743947558649874&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/4842743947558649874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/4842743947558649874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/07/princess-charming.html' title='Princess charming'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-719297247822664677</id><published>2008-06-26T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T10:12:16.747-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sacrifice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Sacrificial love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A friend sent this to me via email today and God told me to share it with you, it's a truly beautiful story. Break out the Kleenex ladies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Father's love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a father wouldn't do for his son, with God's divine interference..&lt;br /&gt;A son asked his father, 'Dad, will you take part in a marathon with me?' The father who, despite having a heart condition, says 'Yes'. They went on to complete the marathon together. Father and son went on to join other marathons, the father always saying 'Yes' to his son's request of going through the race together. One day, the son asked his father, 'Dad, let's join the Iron man together. 'To which, his father said 'Yes' too. For those who don't know, Iron man is the toughest triathlon ever. The race encompasses three endurance events of a 2.4 mile(3.86 kilometer) ocean swim, followed by a 112 mile (180.2kilometer) bike ride, and ending with a 26.2 mile (42.195kilometer) marathon along the coast of the Big Island. Father and son went on to complete the race together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="godtube" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://godtube.com/flvplayer.swf" width="330" height="270" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" quality="high" wmode="transparent" flashvars="viewkey=8cf08faca5dd9ea45513"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-719297247822664677?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/719297247822664677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=719297247822664677&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/719297247822664677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/719297247822664677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/06/sacrificial-love.html' title='Sacrificial love'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-774601000790071309</id><published>2008-06-26T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:15:07.699-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>101</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SGM17VOSKEI/AAAAAAAAAI8/gV3RTPcX4oM/s1600-h/Insanity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216072086850775106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SGM17VOSKEI/AAAAAAAAAI8/gV3RTPcX4oM/s400/Insanity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;While out reading &lt;a href="http://organizeddoodles.blogspot.com/"&gt;blogs&lt;/a&gt; today (well ok, it was actually like, 12:01 or something) I ran across this funny fellow. (Who, incidentally, reminds me of looking in the mirror some days - only I have more hair.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I totally forgot to mention yesterday that it was my 100th post.  I'm thinkin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; the day I had just might have killed a few brain cells &amp;amp; that's why I forgot.  (Or maybe lack of sleep...ya think?)  I was really excited about it - I see that 100 things link on a lot of blogs &amp;amp; I want to join the club - but like the dingbat I am, I forgot  amid all the humor of posting on my offspring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Funny thing is that Rick posted this guy on his 200th post so I thought it would be the perfect way to commemorate the occasion.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Go check out more of his artwork, he's really great &amp;amp; even famous in the blogging community...he drew &lt;a href="http://mom2my6pack.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dawn's&lt;/a&gt; blog header after all!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thanks Rick for sharing your work with us crazy bloggers out here :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-774601000790071309?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/774601000790071309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=774601000790071309&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/774601000790071309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/774601000790071309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/06/101.html' title='101'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SGM17VOSKEI/AAAAAAAAAI8/gV3RTPcX4oM/s72-c/Insanity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-2686561910751860819</id><published>2008-06-25T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T16:34:05.782-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>A mamma's pride</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mid morning:&lt;br /&gt;Adah pooped in her underwear (on purpose) again. This is a child that will turn 5 at the end of the summer. She gets badly constipated &amp;amp; the doctor put her on Mirilax for 6 months. The first goal is to get her cleaned out. (Isn't that a nice thought?) The second is to allow her muscles to return to normal function. So I'm expecting some gross undies for awhile but this girl would walk around all day in poop filled undies if you let her. I am completely serious about this...a few times she's done her deed while playing outside &amp;amp; we don't smell her until later in the day &amp;amp; the undies are crusted onto her lil butt. That can't feel good can it? I just don't get this girl!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just before lunch:&lt;br /&gt;The kids are all outside playing. Adah comes in yelling something at me about boys &amp;amp; the mail so I go look out the slider door &amp;amp; they are over by the road. I &lt;strike&gt;say calmly&lt;/strike&gt; yell at them "Get back here, don't you go to that mailbox!"  Sam says "well, there isn't any mom."  Isn't any what?  "Are you telling me there isn't any mail?"  After further investigation it becomes clear to me that my boys, ages 6 &amp;amp; almost 5, walked past the neighbors house to the busy road where our mailbox stands.  Fantastic! They got a nice big lecture and a time out in which they were to think on said lecture.  Most likely they thought about the dead bugs on the windowsill instead but hey, I tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Right before nap time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As I'm talking to Adah, Eli comes up to me with a wet hand &amp;amp; says "Mom, Sam peed on my hand."  "What???  Did you wash it?"  Sam interjects "I didn't pee on his hand, I peed on his shirt!"  Like that's better or something.  "Sam were you peeing outside again?"  "NO!  I peed in the toilet mom, not outside."  "So you peed on Eli in the bathroom?"  "Yes, in the bathroom."  "Eli, why where you so close to Sam in the bathroom that he could pee on you?" (It would be hard to do that in our bathroom, the toilet is in a corner with walls on either  side.)   *sigh* "Ok, Eli, do not go in the bathroom while someone is using it and Sam, don't pee on anyone please."  &lt;em&gt;BOYS!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I started writing this during nap time &amp;amp; gave Sam a small writing assignment to keep him busy.  I've now had approximately 536 arguments with him about it as apparently I do everything wrong.  "No mom, that's &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;how Mrs. A does it, it's &lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt; mom!"  I learned that when he says 'mom' I'm to say 'what' nicely.  I'm also rude, mean &amp;amp; I don't love him.  I sound like an absolute ogre - who knew?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-2686561910751860819?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/2686561910751860819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=2686561910751860819&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2686561910751860819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2686561910751860819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/06/mammas-pride.html' title='A mamma&apos;s pride'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-4474074464865898644</id><published>2008-06-21T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T10:18:45.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>The imagination of kids or planes, trains &amp; automobiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As I was saying goodnight to Sam a train went by, prompting this conversation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sam "Mom look at that train."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mom "Yup, they go by all day long don't they."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;S "I rode on that train."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;M "You did huh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;S "Yeah, I rode on it when I was 100 years old."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;M "When you were 100 years old!  When were you 100 years old?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;S " When I was 164,  2, 68!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;M "Wow!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then I moved on to Eli, after dragging him from the window (watching the train) &amp;amp; wrestling him into the bottom bunk.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E "Mom I don't wanna sleep in my bed, it scares me.  I wanna sleep with Sam!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;M "No Eli, you need to learn to be brave &amp;amp; face your fears.  Mommy &amp;amp; daddy are right downstairs, Sam is above you in his bed, Adah is in the next room and Jesus is always with you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E "Mom, you have to bring your bed up here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;M "There's nowhere to put it Eli."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E "Yes it will, you can put it in the toy room."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;M "No, it won't fit in the toy room."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E "Put it on the stairs mom."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;M "That would be silly wouldn't it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E "You can put it in the road."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;M "What?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E "You can put it in the road &amp;amp; it will rain.  That will be silly!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;M "That would be very silly."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E "And then a car will come &amp;amp; break that bed and then it will squash your head &amp;amp; jump right in this house."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;M "I think &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; are very silly Eli."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Next was Adah's turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A "Mom where's grama?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;M "On the airplane going to France."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A "A &lt;em&gt;big &lt;/em&gt;airplane."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;M "Yes, very big and &amp;amp; they will be on it for a long time.  They will eat on the airplane, and maybe read a book and even sleep right there in their seats."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A "Grama's on the big airplane going to her vacation."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;M "Just like grampa &amp;amp; grama told you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A "Grama will have cheeseburgers for  dinner."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;M "I don't know what they will have but maybe a cheeseburger."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A "A cheeseburger and macaroni and cheese."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;M "Wow, that would make for an interesting dinner."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A "Can we have macaroni and cheese mom?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;M "Nope, it's time for sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then came my favorite part, the part in which I head down the stairs, anticipating the quiet peacefulness of a house with sleeping kids. But then the chorus began:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Goodnight mom!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Goodnight mom!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Goodnight mom!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Goodnight mom!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Goodnight mom!!!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Which they will continue until I respond with: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I can't hear you anymore!!"  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ahhh, peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-4474074464865898644?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/4474074464865898644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=4474074464865898644&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/4474074464865898644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/4474074464865898644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/06/imagination-of-kids-or-planes-trains.html' title='The imagination of kids or planes, trains &amp; automobiles'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-4085499681540269657</id><published>2008-06-20T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T17:00:15.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>In which I climb out of my culinary rut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Do you get stuck in a rut of using the same old recipes week after week? I do! Every now &amp;amp; then I get a wild hair to try something new and it &lt;strike&gt;gets rave reviews&lt;/strike&gt; doesn't produce a loud chorus of "Ewww, groooss, &amp;amp; what &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;that!" from my family. (That's what I call a keeper y'all!)So I add that something new to my rotation &amp;amp; it's soon treading round-n-round in that rut with me.  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Do you want to climb out with me? Sure you do! If you take a lil look-see over at my sidebar, I've got a nifty new button over there that'll take you to Whip It Up, A New Recipe Challenge.  It's a contest based on using a new recipe each week &amp;amp; blogging about it.  The fine ladies hosting Whip It Up (see them &lt;a href="http://notperfect.typepad.com/notperfect/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://definitelyra.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) will post a weekly round up of the recipes tried by all us contestants.  Go on now, you know you want to join in, it'll be fun!  Ok well, at least go check it out will ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you do decide to jump on the new recipe ladder (and you &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; you should), please tell them who sent you there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-4085499681540269657?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/4085499681540269657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=4085499681540269657&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/4085499681540269657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/4085499681540269657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-which-i-climb-out-of-my-culinary-rut.html' title='In which I climb out of my culinary rut'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-4616949190714061984</id><published>2008-06-19T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T23:24:38.769-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>I've been known as sweet, tart &amp; always fruity...what am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A summer dessert with fruit, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear &lt;a href="http://friedokra4me.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fried Okra&lt;/a&gt; is hosting her &lt;a href="http://friedokra4me.blogspot.com/2008/06/well-stick-fruitbowl-on-my-head-and.html"&gt;Top Recipe Thursday&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; as usual I'm adding my 13 cents. No not 2 but 13 as that's the number of recipes I came up with! Not all of them use fresh from the tree fruit but I think they're worthy of mention nonetheless. (What does nonetheless mean anyway? Sheesh, people who use words they don't know are annoying aren't they? *a'hem*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite way to eat fruit is fresh picked. Although I didn't grow up in Georgia or anything my gramma had a couple of peach trees &amp;amp; I grew up eating peaches over the sink cos they dripped so much. I can't hardly look at what they call a 'large peach' at the grocery. They're hardly bigger than a golf ball &amp;amp; about as hard, which I think is a crime. I know a victim of such crimes, my poor husband, who thinks that peaches taste best crunchy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as much as I love fruit in all it's perfect, juicy, ripeness, this would not be a recipe post without recipes so here's a smattering of my faves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fruit Cream Cheese Dessert&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;¼ + 1 tbsp butter&lt;br /&gt;1-cup flour - sifted&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp sugar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mix &amp;amp; press into bottom of 9 x 13 pan&lt;br /&gt;Bake @ 300 for 30 minutes or until brown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Filling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;8 oz cream cheese, room temperature&lt;br /&gt;1 cup powdered sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 container of whipped topping (12 oz) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mix cream cheese with powdered sugar&lt;br /&gt;Fold in whipped topping&lt;br /&gt;Spread on cooled crust &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fruit topping&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruit, 3 packages frozen strawberries or fresh blackberries or raspberries (berries work best)&lt;br /&gt;3 tbsp cornstarch&lt;br /&gt;Drain fruit &amp;amp; reserve juice&lt;br /&gt;Cook juice with cornstarch until thick&lt;br /&gt;Combine fruit with juice mixture &amp;amp; spread on top of filling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is Chris's favorite dessert. His mom makes it every time we visit &amp;amp; it's soooo yum.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Applesauce&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5 lbs apples&lt;br /&gt;¼ (heaping) honey&lt;br /&gt;½ tsp (scant) nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;½ tsp (scant) cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;8 whole cloves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peel &amp;amp; slice apples&lt;br /&gt;Cover ½ way with water&lt;br /&gt;Add honey &amp;amp; spices&lt;br /&gt;Bring to a boil&lt;br /&gt;Simmer covered 10 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Mash with potato masher until reaches desired consistency&lt;br /&gt;Leave cloves in but check each day to see how strong it is, take out after reaches desired strength. Freeze sauce you won't use in a week or so, this recipe makes plenty of extras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I know, this is more of a fallish thing but it's a fruit recipe that I love so there ya go. I tweaked this from my MIL's recipe, she is the one who taught me it's ok to experiment &amp;amp; make a recipe your own. I love my MIL!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of these I haven't tried yet but the recipes sound like winners. I will try to give credit where credit is due but true to form, I did not write down my sources when I copied these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rhubarb Dream Bars (from Leah) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crust &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 sticks butter&lt;br /&gt;2/3 cup powdered sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 cups flour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix together &amp;amp; pat into jelly roll pan. Bake at 350 for 15 minutes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Topping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4 eggs&lt;br /&gt;½ cup flour&lt;br /&gt;1 ½ tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;3 cups sugar&lt;br /&gt;4 cups rhubarb diced small &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat eggs&lt;br /&gt;Add flour &amp;amp; salt, mix&lt;br /&gt;Mix sugar &amp;amp; rhubarb, add to egg mixture &amp;amp; stir&lt;br /&gt;Bake at 350 for 50 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've had a lot of these lately thanks to Leah, who loves to bake them &amp;amp; &lt;strike&gt;force them on others&lt;/strike&gt; give them away. Well, my taste buds love them but my fat cells love them more. (Get it? More as in more of them? HA - I kill me!) Really they are to die for, reminiscent of a lemon square.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;If there were just one left I might just fight someone for it - that's how good they are. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've always loved rhubarb, my mom used to give us each a stalk for an all day snack/toy. (It's a fruit, it's an umbrella, it's rhubarb!) I think my parents have a picture of my sisters &amp;amp; I holding them with the leaves over our heads. Hours of entertainment!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~Disclaimer. Mom did make sure we understood in no uncertain terms that the tops are poisonous. Although I'm sure there were times she wished she hadn't! End disclaimer~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blueberry angel food cake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Angel food cake mix&lt;br /&gt;1 ½ cups fresh or frozen blueberries&lt;br /&gt;1 cup powdered sugar&lt;br /&gt;3 tbsp lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;Prepare cake according to directions, folding in blueberries&lt;br /&gt;Bake &amp;amp; cool cake according to directions&lt;br /&gt;Combine powdered sugar and lemon juice, stir well with a whisk&lt;br /&gt;Drizzle over cooled cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not sure where the heck I found this one but it sounds good don't it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cranberry and pineapple desert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Drain juice from a large can of crushed pineapple and add 1 can of whole berry cranberry sauce, 3/4 cup chopped walnuts and 1 small container of cool whip. Mix together and freeze. Remove 1/2 hr. before serving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My mom made this for Thanksgiving dinner last year &amp;amp; it seemed like it would be a difficult recipe but it only takes like 5 minutes. Who knew? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Crepes with bananas and hazelnut chocolate sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1-cup flour&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp sugar&lt;br /&gt;¼ tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1 ½ cups fat free milk&lt;br /&gt;2 large eggs, lightly beaten&lt;br /&gt;Cooking spray&lt;br /&gt;¼ cup nutella&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp fat free milk&lt;br /&gt;¼ tsp vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;2 large firm unpeeled bananas (about 1 ¾ pounds)&lt;br /&gt;Powdered sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Place flour, sugar and salt in a medium bowl; stir with a whisk&lt;br /&gt;Combine 1 ½ cups milk and eggs, stirring with a whisk&lt;br /&gt;Add milk mixture to flour mixture, stirring with a whisk just until smooth&lt;br /&gt;Cover batter; chill for 15 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Heat a 10-inch nonstick skillet coated with cooking spray over medium high heat&lt;br /&gt;Remove pan from heat&lt;br /&gt;Pour a scant ¼ cup batter into pan; quickly tilt pan in all directions so batter covers pan with a thin film&lt;br /&gt;Cook about 1 minute&lt;br /&gt;Carefully lift edge of crepe with a spatula&lt;br /&gt;The crepe is ready to turn when it can be shaken loose from the pan and the underside is lightly browned&lt;br /&gt;Turn crepe over; cook 30 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Place crepe on a towel; keep warm&lt;br /&gt;Repeat procedure until all the batter is used&lt;br /&gt;Stack crepes between single layers of wax paper or paper towels to prevent sticking&lt;br /&gt;Combine the nutella 2 tbsp milk, and vanilla in a small saucepan over medium heat, stirring with a whisk until smooth, keep warm&lt;br /&gt;Peel bananas and cut in half lengthwise; cut each half crosswise into 2 pieces&lt;br /&gt;Heat a large nonstick skillet coated with cooking spray over medium high heat&lt;br /&gt;Arrange 4 banana pieces in a single layer in pan&lt;br /&gt;Cook 1 minute or until lightly browned&lt;br /&gt;Turn pieces over; cook 1 minute&lt;br /&gt;Remove banana pieces from pan; keep warm&lt;br /&gt;Repeat procedure with remaining banana pieces&lt;br /&gt;Place 1 banana piece in center of each crepe; fold sides and ends over, and place, seam side down on clean surface&lt;br /&gt;Repeat procedure with remaining banana pieces and crepes&lt;br /&gt;Spoon about 1 tbsp sauce onto each of 4 plates, spreading to cover center of plates&lt;br /&gt;Arrange 2 crepes on each plate&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkle with powdered sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I think this is from &lt;a href="http://www.cookinglight.com/cooking/"&gt;Cooking Light.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fresh peach croustades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;¼ cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;¼ cup water&lt;br /&gt;¼ cup small mint leaves&lt;br /&gt;1 sheet puff pastry&lt;br /&gt;2 cups sliced peeled peaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Preheat oven to 400&lt;br /&gt;Combine sugar and water in a small saucepan&lt;br /&gt;Bring to a boil; cook 1 minute or until sugar dissolves&lt;br /&gt;Cool completely&lt;br /&gt;Place sugar mixture and mint in a blender; process until smooth&lt;br /&gt;Combine mint mixture and sliced peaches in a bowl&lt;br /&gt;Cut 4 (2 inch) circles in puff pastry using a sharp round Cookie cutter&lt;br /&gt;Roll each circle of dough into a 4-inch circle on a floured surface&lt;br /&gt;Place on a baking sheet&lt;br /&gt;Bake for 12 minutes or until golden brown&lt;br /&gt;Top with peach mixture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sounds so fluffy &amp;amp; full of peachy yumminess. Most likely from &lt;a href="http://www.cookinglight.com/cooking/"&gt;Cooking Light.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Harvest pear crisp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;6 cups Anjou* or Bartlett pears, cored and cut lengthwise into ½ inch thick slices (about 3 pounds)&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp fresh lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp cornstarch&lt;br /&gt;1 ½ tsp ground cinnamon, divided&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup all purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;½ cup packed brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;½ tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;3 tbsp chilled butter, cut into small pieces&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup regular oats&lt;br /&gt;¼ cup coarsely chopped walnuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Preheat oven to 375&lt;br /&gt;Combine pears and lemon juice in a 2-quart baking dish, toss gently to coat&lt;br /&gt;Combine granulated sugar, cornstarch, and 1 tsp cinnamon; stir with a whisk&lt;br /&gt;Add cornstarch mixture to pear mixture; toss well to coat&lt;br /&gt;Place flour, ½ tsp cinnamon, brown sugar, and salt in a food processor; pulse 2 times or until combined&lt;br /&gt;Add chilled butter; pulse 6 times or until mixture resembles coarse meal&lt;br /&gt;Add oats and walnuts; pulse 2 times&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkle flour mixture evenly over pear mixture&lt;br /&gt;Bake for 40 minutes or until pears are tender and topping is golden brown&lt;br /&gt;Cool 20 minutes on a wire rack; serve warm or at room temperature with vanilla ice cream if desired&lt;br /&gt;*Anjou pears hold up best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Like the applesauce, this is more of a fall thing but worth the wait I think. &lt;a href="http://www.cookinglight.com/cooking/"&gt;Cooking Light&lt;/a&gt; again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Honey peach and blackberry cobbler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2 ¼ cups all-purpose flour, divided&lt;br /&gt;8 cups chopped peeled peaches (about 4 lb)&lt;br /&gt;¼ cup honey&lt;br /&gt;3 tbsp fresh lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;¾ tsp salt, divided&lt;br /&gt;3 cups blackberries&lt;br /&gt;Cooking spray&lt;br /&gt;¾ cup granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp grated lemon rind&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp baking powder&lt;br /&gt;6 tbsp chilled butter, cut into small pieces&lt;br /&gt;1 ¼ cups low fat buttermilk&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp turbinado sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Preheat oven to 400&lt;br /&gt;Combine ¼ cup flour, peaches, honey, juice and ¼ tsp salt in a large bowl&lt;br /&gt;Toss gently &amp;amp; let stand 15 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Fold in blackberries&lt;br /&gt;Spoon mixture into 13 x 9 inch baking dish coated with cooking spray&lt;br /&gt;Combine 2 cups flour, ½ tsp salt, granulated sugar and baking powder in a medium bowl&lt;br /&gt;Stir with a whisk&lt;br /&gt;Cut in butter with a pastry blender until mixture resembles coarse meal&lt;br /&gt;Add buttermilk and stir until just moist&lt;br /&gt;Drop dough onto peach mixture to form 12 mounds&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkle mounds with turbinado sugar&lt;br /&gt;Bake for 40 minutes or until bubbly and golden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peach cobbler with a cinnamon crust&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;¼ cup all purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1-cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;¾ tsp ground cinnamon, divided&lt;br /&gt;6 cups sliced peeled fresh ripe peaches or 2 (16 oz) packages frozen sliced peaches&lt;br /&gt;Cooking spray&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 (15 oz) package refrigerated pie dough&lt;br /&gt;1 large egg white, lightly beaten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Preheat oven to 350&lt;br /&gt;Combine flour, sugar, and ½ tsp cinnamon in a small bowl&lt;br /&gt;Place the peaches in an 11X7 inch baking dish coated with cooking spray&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkle with sugar mixture &amp;amp; let stand 30 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Combine ¼ tsp cinnamon and 2 tbsp sugar in a small bowl&lt;br /&gt;Unfold 1 pie dough, reserving remaining dough for another use&lt;br /&gt;Brush with egg white &amp;amp; sprinkle with cinnamon and sugar mixture&lt;br /&gt;Cut the dough into 16 wedges&lt;br /&gt;Place the dough wedges coated sides up on a baking sheet coated with cooking spray&lt;br /&gt;Bake for 15 minutes or until golden brown, set aside&lt;br /&gt;Bake beaches for 30 minutes or until bubbly&lt;br /&gt;Arrange crust over peaches, serve warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm remembering now an edition of &lt;a href="http://www.cookinglight.com/cooking/"&gt;Cooking Light&lt;/a&gt; with an article about fresh peaches. I remember getting very hungry while reading it. Right now I can't wait for peach season. Think I might have to visit my sis in Richland &amp;amp; get me some peaches from an orchard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Peach ginger crisp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;½ cup all purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;¼ cup granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;¼ cup packed brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;3 tbsp chilled butter, cut into small pieces&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp sliced almonds, toasted&lt;br /&gt;6 cups sliced peeled peaches (about 3 lbs)&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp cornstarch&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;¾ tsp minced peeled fresh ginger&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 375&lt;br /&gt;Combine flour, ¼ cup granulated sugar and brown sugar in a bowl&lt;br /&gt;Cut in butter with a pastry blender until crumbly&lt;br /&gt;Stir in almonds&lt;br /&gt;Combine peaches and remaining ingredients in a bowl&lt;br /&gt;Spoon peach mixture into an 8-inch square baking dish&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkle with flour mixture&lt;br /&gt;Bake for 45 minutes or until lightly browned and bubbly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sounds like a &lt;a href="http://www.cookinglight.com/cooking/"&gt;Cooking Light&lt;/a&gt; recipe to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Peach raspberry sorbet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1 16 oz can sliced peaches in heavy syrup&lt;br /&gt;¾ cup fresh raspberries, frozen&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp fresh lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp superfine sugar&lt;br /&gt;Freeze unopened can of peaches until solid, at least 18 hours&lt;br /&gt;Submerge can of peaches in hot water 1 minute&lt;br /&gt;Open can and pour any syrup that has melted into food processor bowl&lt;br /&gt;Slide frozen peaches from can and cut into chunks&lt;br /&gt;Place in processor with remaining ingredients&lt;br /&gt;Process, pulsing on and off until smooth&lt;br /&gt;Serve immediately or transfer to a bowl and freeze until ready to serve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I know this one isn't &lt;a href="http://www.cookinglight.com/cooking/"&gt;Cooking Light&lt;/a&gt; but it is from a magazine. Don't remember which one of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rhubarb custard bars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Crust&lt;br /&gt;1 ½ cups all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;½ cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/8 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;9 tbsp chilled butter, cut into small pieces&lt;br /&gt;Cooking spray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Preheat oven to 350&lt;br /&gt;Combine flour, sugar, and salt in a bowl&lt;br /&gt;Cut butter with a pastry blender until mixture resembles coarse meal&lt;br /&gt;Press mixture into a 13x9 inch baking dish coated with cooking spray&lt;br /&gt;Bake for 15 minutes or until crust is golden brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Filling&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup all purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1 ½ cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 ½ cups 1% milk&lt;br /&gt;3 large eggs&lt;br /&gt;5 cups (1/2 in) slices fresh or frozen rhubarb (un-thawed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Combine flour and sugar in a large bowl add mild and eggs stirring with a whisk until well blended&lt;br /&gt;Stir in rhubarb; pour rhubarb mixture over crust&lt;br /&gt;Bake for 40 minutes or until set&lt;br /&gt;Cool to room temp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Topping&lt;br /&gt;½ cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;½ cup (4 oz) block style fat free cream cheese&lt;br /&gt;½ cup (4 oz) block style 1/3 less fat cream cheese&lt;br /&gt;½ tsp vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;1 cup frozen fat free whipped topping, thawed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Place sugar, cheeses, and vanilla in a bowl, beat with a mixer at medium speed until smooth&lt;br /&gt;Gently fold in whipped topping, spread evenly over baked custard&lt;br /&gt;Cover and chill at least 1 hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And back to &lt;a href="http://www.cookinglight.com/cooking/"&gt;Cooking Light.&lt;/a&gt; (Do ya think I liked that magazine?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;There you go, there you have it, my favorite summer fruit desserts. Feel free to copy &amp;amp; paste at will but if you use any of these please let me know how it turned out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy cooking y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-4616949190714061984?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/4616949190714061984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=4616949190714061984&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/4616949190714061984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/4616949190714061984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/06/ive-been-known-as-sweet-tart-always.html' title='I&apos;ve been known as sweet, tart &amp; always fruity...what am I?'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-3254634328792597934</id><published>2008-06-19T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T13:38:54.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>Warrior princess Kennedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Please check out this video of Kennedy, a most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;courageous&lt;/span&gt; girl. Let it touch your heart &amp;amp; pass it on. Everyone needs to know what these kids go through!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/shared?p=4b5db518d7c2cab86afd65&amp;amp;skin_id=1604&amp;amp;utm_source=otm&amp;amp;utm_medium=image" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title="View this montage created at One True Media" alt="View this montage created at One True Media" src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/cover_thumbnail?p=4b5db518d7c2cab86afd65&amp;amp;view=2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANCER YEAR~ DON'T LOOK AWAY!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-3254634328792597934?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/3254634328792597934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=3254634328792597934&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/3254634328792597934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/3254634328792597934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/06/please-check-out-this-video-of-kennedy.html' title='Warrior princess Kennedy'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-9056581378689391981</id><published>2008-06-14T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T01:47:13.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CF'/><title type='text'>Prayers needed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Please go check out the last couple of days on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" href="http://cfhusband.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nate's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &amp;amp; pray for his family.  Tricia is having health challenges that are very scary.  They need all the prayers &amp;amp; support they can get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Thanks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Alane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-9056581378689391981?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/9056581378689391981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=9056581378689391981&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/9056581378689391981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/9056581378689391981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/06/prayers-needed.html' title='Prayers needed!'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-4573950905964681898</id><published>2008-06-13T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T14:42:42.224-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Yee-haw, I'm outie-here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm taking off in a few minutes for a weekend with the crazy church ladies in Cle Elum &amp;amp; I'm sooooo excited!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll get some pics for you, someone always has a camera &amp;amp; one lady in particular is notorious for getting those shots you wish she hadn't.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I love them so.&lt;br /&gt;The kids are going to my BFF's house until Chris gets home. He is bummed he won't see me until Sunday (he stayed at my sisters last night) but at least I'm leaving him a crock pot full-o-chicken &amp;amp; a pot of brown rice in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;Good wifey, good good wifey.&lt;br /&gt;HA! You know better than that don'tcha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend y'all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-4573950905964681898?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/4573950905964681898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=4573950905964681898&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/4573950905964681898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/4573950905964681898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/06/yee-haw-im-outie-here.html' title='Yee-haw, I&apos;m outie-here'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-4738280230953406392</id><published>2008-06-13T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T11:17:06.839-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sitcoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='80&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Love those 80's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;After only the 329th time of humming the Golden Girls theme to myself today I thought: "Hey, 80's sitccom theme's would make for a great blog post!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know, I'm a quick one I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tonight I'm-a have-a A-Z sitcoms party &amp;amp; drag you along with me into the 80's. (Just think of it as a vacation without all that aquanet.) My sisters &amp;amp; I used to sit in front of the tv &amp;amp; sing the songs in harmony. Fun times those...at least when we weren't fighting over which show to watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the theme for Golden Girls. I know I'm not starting with A but since I had it in my head all day I think it's fitting I start with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kuKZNmY3YDU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kuKZNmY3YDU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sofia was always my favorite, so sassy &amp;amp; cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HTg8bNIEOnw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HTg8bNIEOnw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I thought this one was so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how can you resist Tom Hanks in a dress?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ORKyyHBy6JQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ORKyyHBy6JQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I always thought the other guy was cute...check out those legs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CZ2pQ0YF_ak&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CZ2pQ0YF_ak&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ok dumb show but I sure wanted Charles in charge of me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FD8ljNobUys&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FD8ljNobUys&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This was a household fave for years. I think it's got one of the best theme songs ever, my sisters &amp;amp; I always harmonized this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sad to find that every (and I mean every) Cosby show theme had the code disabeled so I cannot share with you &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; 80's sitcom. If you are so inclined, go to youtube and look up the cosby show opening season __ and you can find all of them. (My faves are season 4 &amp;amp; 5) loved this show &amp;amp; still do. Most of the 80's show's that I've seen re-runs of I've not liked as much as I did back in the day but this one? Just as good as the first time. I've got the first season on my netflix queue &amp;amp; I can't wait for them to work up to the top of the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my consolation prize is this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M7Vcqlt5hFQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M7Vcqlt5hFQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I SO wanted those shades!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z4ZLVGtqPiU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z4ZLVGtqPiU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love Judd Hirsch, such a funny guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find a theme song for this one but this is a great clip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7MyT7utAZm4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7MyT7utAZm4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That woman could tell someone off like I've never seen before or since! And the hair, oh the hair! I swear those ladies had the biggest hair you could fiind on TV! Bit of trivia for you, Jean Smart (Charlene) lives in WA state &amp;amp; I got to shake her hand at an alzheimers walk fundraier - she's a lovely lady &amp;amp; so passionate about alzheimers research. I told Chris I met her &amp;amp; he had no clue who she was or what show I was talking about - men!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What chu talkin bout Willis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Uz-sf5UEzc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Uz-sf5UEzc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vZs3wyzH5xs&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vZs3wyzH5xs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I liked this one a lot. The fact that I wanted to be Kristie McNichol had &lt;em&gt;a lot&lt;/em&gt; to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm thinking that since I already have 10 clips here and I've only gotten through the letter D, this is going to be a multi part post. I just don't have enough time to &lt;strike&gt;do the intense research required of such an important post&lt;/strike&gt; sit on my butt for hours on end looking at sitcom clips &amp;amp; missing out on sleep. Youtube is like chips, you can't stop at one (or 2 or 387). Yup, I'm going to bed a &lt;em&gt;tad &lt;/em&gt;late tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Stay tuned for the next installment &amp;amp; have a dandy day today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-4738280230953406392?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/4738280230953406392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=4738280230953406392&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/4738280230953406392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/4738280230953406392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-those-80s.html' title='Love those 80&apos;s'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-4997877181943137219</id><published>2008-06-12T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T18:10:59.168-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snacks'/><title type='text'>Happy kids = happy mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My kids declared I'm the coolest mom ever and frankly I agree.  (Like I'd deny &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I made them grahm cracker ice cream sandwiches for snack time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yummmmmers baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I would recommend thinking ahead &amp;amp; giving the sandwiches some time in the freezer.  Graham cracker ice cream sandwiches are much easier consumed when the crackers are a tad soft - ours just squished the ice cream out the sides.  But hey, I served ice cream for a snack today &amp;amp; that's what really matters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-4997877181943137219?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/4997877181943137219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=4997877181943137219&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/4997877181943137219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/4997877181943137219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-kids-happy-mom.html' title='Happy kids = happy mom!'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-2517473902961615774</id><published>2008-06-10T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:04:27.156-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Summertime</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://marislittlecorner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mari&lt;/a&gt; did a cute lil summertime meme &amp;amp; I'm jumping on board with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things I love about summer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. Swimming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2. Gardening (fresh veggies mmmmm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3. Playing in the yard with the kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4. Flowers, especially of the wild variety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5. Long, lazy evenings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things I hate about summer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. Temps above 85&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2. Trouble sleeping cos I'm too hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3. Sausage toes (aka swelling from the heat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4. Kids that want to be held in temps above 85&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5. It's too dang hot y'all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I think I had a theme going with the last 5 things.  I do not do well in extreme heat &amp;amp; it gets pretty dang hot over here in the Inland Northwest.  But although it's hot, I'm still happier here in 90+ weather than over on the coast at 80 with humidity.  Now, I know Washington state is not known for it's humidity but I can feel it nonetheless.  I have been to SE Nebraska/NW Missouri in late June &amp;amp; to Tennessee in August so I do understand what real humidity is about.  But there's a big difference between humidity on a vacation &amp;amp; humidity in your daily life.  I just turn into a human puddle &amp;amp; have a hard time even &lt;em&gt;thinking&lt;/em&gt; when it gets hot &amp;amp; humid.  So although my mom likes to tell me how much cooler it is over there in Western Washington, I'm secure in the knowledge that it feels cooler here despite the heat.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Like Mari, I'm not going to tag anybody.  If ya wanna do it go on ahead &amp;amp; if ya don't, well then don't!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-2517473902961615774?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/2517473902961615774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=2517473902961615774&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2517473902961615774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2517473902961615774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/06/summertime.html' title='Summertime'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-4666003808294644760</id><published>2008-06-09T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T11:59:12.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FlyLady'/><title type='text'>The weekend, a birthday &amp; BBB day 3-4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Day 3 - Do what we have already done (shine sink, dressed to shoes, read 2 minutes of messages) - check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 - Write these things down (on sticky notes) and continue shining sink &amp;amp; getting dressed to shoes - not going to do the sticky notes...it's the beginning of the control journal which I already have done from before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do any 15 minute decluttering but did get the house sparkling clean for Sam's birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents came for his party. We invited all 9 kids in his kindergarten class &amp;amp; we had 5 come plus 2 little siblings. I was kind of disappointed for Sam, he really wanted everyone here. But that made for a total of 10 kids &amp;amp; man was it loud!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had blast but were relieved when it was over. I'm not inviting that many kids again unless we are meeting at the park or something. We got through it with games &amp;amp; stuff but when we let them play upstairs for a bit we had kids throwing toys &amp;amp; one jumping off of the top bunk! Yeah, put a stop to that quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my baby is 6 years old now. *sniff, sniff* He likes to tell us about every half an hour. "Hey mom, guess what?" "What?" "I'm 6!" But today it's changed a bit. "Hey mom, I'm almost 7!" He's so sweet! I wish I had gotten a shot of his face when we were all singing happy birthday to him. I've never seen him so excited. I just can't believe he's gotten so big!  I have never been sad to have him grow up before this.  Now he's such a boy, such a kid and my lil chubby cheeked baby lives only in memory.  I love to see him develop &amp;amp; learn new things but he's just changed so much this past year, school makes a huge difference.  But he will always be my snuggly boy.  He thrives on psycal contact &amp;amp; prefers to be all squished together in the recliner for it.  I cherish those times more than anything! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good visit with my folks. After the kids went to bed Saturday night they introduced us to the game of farkle. It's a blast to play even when mom wins 2 games in a row. I think farkle makes a good alternative cuss word too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents &amp;amp; I took the kids for a nice long walk Sunday morning. We went on my usual route but mom &amp;amp; the kids picked wildflowers &amp;amp; grasses the whole way so it took about twice as long. Now I have 4 tiny bouquets of pretty weeds in my kitchen. I love the fields around here. There's lots of bachelors buttons, wild lupine, and assorted who knows what scattered all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the walk my dad's hay fever went nuts &amp;amp; they had to leave early. The kids were sad but we worked/played outside for the rest of the day so they got over it soon. I got another lil flower bed dug up &amp;amp; will plant it this week. I also planted another pot of string beans &amp;amp; spent a good hour laying with the kids in the grass looking for bugs in my new flower bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to keep the house clean all weekend so this morning is easy-cheesy for me. I don't have too much on my list for today 'cept for a lot of errands. We'll see how it goes with all 3 kids in tow. Sam's school is out for the year so it's time to get used to having 3 kids home all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope y'all had a fabulous weekend. I gotta get hopping on my list-o-stuff &amp;amp; head out for &lt;strike&gt;hours of torture&lt;/strike&gt; my running around with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-4666003808294644760?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/4666003808294644760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=4666003808294644760&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/4666003808294644760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/4666003808294644760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/06/weekend-birthday-bbb-day-3-4.html' title='The weekend, a birthday &amp; BBB day 3-4'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-2355315831278122222</id><published>2008-06-08T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T11:33:38.321-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scam'/><title type='text'>Some people will stoop to anything!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Check out this e-mail I got in my junk folder this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;From Mrs Susan Morgan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;N�[38 Rue Des Martyrs Cocody &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Abidjan,Cote d'Ivoire&lt;br /&gt;ATTN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DEAREST ONE OF GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am the above named person from Kuwait. I am married to Mr.Abram Morgan, who worked with Kuwait embassy in Ivory Coast for nine years before he died in the year 2004. We were married for eleven years without a child. He died after a brief illness that lasted for only four days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Before his death we were both born again Christian. Since his death I decided not to remarry or get a child outside my matrimonial home which the Bible is against. When my late husband was alive he deposited the sum of $2. 5 Million (Two Million Five Hundred U.S. Dollars) in the bank here in Abidjan in suspense account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Presently, the fund is still with the bank. Recently, my Doctor told me that i have serious sickness which is cancer problem. The one that disturbs me most is my stroke sickness. Having known my condition I decided to donate this fund to a church or individual that will utilize this money the way I am going to instruct herein. I want a church that will use this fund for orphanages, widows, propagating the word of God and to endeavour that the house of God is maintained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The Bible made us to understand that blessed is the hand that giveth. I took this decision because I don’t have any child that will inherit this money and my husband relatives are not Christians and I don’t want my husband’s efforts to be used by unbelievers. I don’t want a situation where this money will be used in an ungodly way. This is why I am taking this decision. I am not afraid of death hence i know where I am going. I know that I am going to be in the bosom of the Lord. Exodus 14 VS 14 says that the Lord will fight my case and I shall hold my peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don’t need any telephone communication in this regard because of my health hence the presence of my husband’s relatives is around me always I don't want them to know about this development. With God all things are possible. As soon as I receive your reply I shall give you the contact of the bank here in Abidjan. I want you and the church to always pray for me because the Lord is my shepherd. My happiness is that I lived a life of a worthy Christian. Whoever that wants to serve the Lord must serve him in spirit and Truth. Please always be prayerful all through your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Contact me on the above e-mail address for more information’s, any delay in your reply will give me room in sourcing another church or individual for this same purpose. Please assure me that you will act accordingly as I Stated herein. Hoping to receive yourreply. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Remain blessed in the Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yours in Christ, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mrs susan morgan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This makes me sick! I’ve seen this kind of message before…I think we’ve all heard about the one from Nigeria…but to go so far as to call themselves Christians? I don’t think so!!! This is a scam, pure &amp;amp; simple, preying on (mostly elderly, gullible &amp;amp; generous) believers who don’t know better &amp;amp; ruining lives in the process.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don’t know how these people can look themselves in the mirror. How do they sleep at night? How can they feel good about themselves at all?&lt;br /&gt;It’s a whole mindset I just don’t get &amp;amp; hope I never do.&lt;br /&gt;Please, pass this information on to those who might not have heard of this scam. Please educate all those you can so we can put these people out of business &amp;amp; behind bars. If you get a message like this, please contact your state attorney general. They want to know about this, it can help them in the fight against this kind of despicable scam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-2355315831278122222?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/2355315831278122222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=2355315831278122222&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2355315831278122222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2355315831278122222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/06/some-people-will-stoop-to-anything.html' title='Some people will stoop to anything!'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-7797267980128578796</id><published>2008-06-07T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T11:07:31.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sam'/><title type='text'>Sam on kissing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I asked Sam what happens when you kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Puts glue on your lips."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"What does that mean?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"You put the red glue on &amp;amp; when you touch lips you get the glue on your face."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Who has the glue?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Mom &amp;amp; Adah.  Red glue.  The girls have the glue.  Not Sam &amp;amp; Daddy &amp;amp; Eli."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Is the glue good or bad?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"It's good."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"So when you kiss somebody it's good?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Yeah, it's good."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Why do you kiss someone?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Because you love them!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now if that ain't cute I don't know what is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-7797267980128578796?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/7797267980128578796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=7797267980128578796&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/7797267980128578796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/7797267980128578796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/06/sam-on-kissing.html' title='Sam on kissing'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-2207462085505401367</id><published>2008-06-05T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T18:13:13.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FlyLady'/><title type='text'>BBB day 2.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Do over day today!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;From now on I'm only concentrating on my babystep &amp;amp; my de-cluttering. I need to keep it simple right now &amp;amp; throwing in the pressure of doing my whole to-do list (no matter how small) was just too much for my poor damaged psyche. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So BBB day 2 is Get dressed to lace up shoes &amp;amp; read 2 minutes of her e-mails. (There are a lot of e-mails with FlyLady.) Check. Except that you're supposed to do this in the &lt;em&gt;morning. &lt;/em&gt;I did it at about 2:30 PM. She also includes do your hair &amp;amp; face in this...hair done, face is done all the time as I don't wear makeup (I know, weird) except for Sundays &amp;amp; special occasions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am walking with BFF today but not until after the last tee ball game. I'm picking up the boys from school in a few minutes (so I better get this done quick) and we're gonna eat early at her house before the game. She is taking my place tonight at a meet-n-greet for the committee that is trying to get some kind of health care clinic here in town (Woo-hoo!) We both wanted to go to both things but since that's impossible we shall devide and conquer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm doing my 15 min de-clutter after the walk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And PTL, I'm having a &lt;em&gt;MUCH&lt;/em&gt; better day today :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-2207462085505401367?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/2207462085505401367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=2207462085505401367&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2207462085505401367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2207462085505401367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/06/bbb-day-22.html' title='BBB day 2.2'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-2391906281501762090</id><published>2008-06-05T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T13:34:13.340-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>Snack attack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friedokra4me.blogspot.com/"&gt;Megan&lt;/a&gt; took my suggestion to do a post about snacks in her series on recipes.  Isn't she sweet?  I struggle to keep my picky kids happy in the snack department.  I'm afriaid I end up doing ye old graham crackers with peanut butter on most days.  Or there's my wildly inventive ritz crackers version.  And sometimes I get &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; crazy &amp;amp; throw in some raisins.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm just that cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Every now &amp;amp; then I get a wild hair and actually bake something...here's my giant list-o-recipes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Multigrain fruit bars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cups rolled oats&lt;br /&gt;2 cups crispy rice cereal&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup wheat germ&lt;br /&gt;¼ cup sunflower seeds&lt;br /&gt;1 cup chopped dried apricots&lt;br /&gt;1 cup dried cranberries&lt;br /&gt;¾ cup corn syrup&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp vanilla&lt;br /&gt;½ tsp cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;Heat oven to 350&lt;br /&gt;Spread oats, rice cereal, wheat germ and sunflower seeds in a greased 9x13 pan&lt;br /&gt;Bake, stirring until oats are toasted, about 20 minutes&lt;br /&gt;In a bowl, combine apricots, cranberries &amp;amp; the oat mixture&lt;br /&gt;In a saucepan, combine corn syrup and sugar, heat to a boil&lt;br /&gt;Remove from heat &amp;amp; stir in vanilla &amp;amp; cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;Pour syrup mixture over oat mixture &amp;amp; mix well&lt;br /&gt;Coat hands with cooking spray, and spread mixture in prepared pan&lt;br /&gt;Chill until firm &amp;amp; cut into 24 bars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;These are very good but tend to fall apart.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;90 minute soft pretzels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;7 Cups all purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;4 tbsp sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;2 pk active dry yeast&lt;br /&gt;2 cups water&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp margarine&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp water&lt;br /&gt;2 egg yolks, beaten&lt;br /&gt;Salt&lt;br /&gt;Mix 2 cups flour, sugar salt and un-dissolved yeast&lt;br /&gt;Heat 2 cups water and margarine to 120 to 130 degrees&lt;br /&gt;Gradually add to dry ingredients&lt;br /&gt;Beat 2 minutes at medium speed&lt;br /&gt;Add 1-cup flour&lt;br /&gt;Beat at high speed 2 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Stir in enough additional flour to make a soft dough&lt;br /&gt;On floured board, knead 5 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Set in greased bowl &amp;amp; turn to grease top&lt;br /&gt;Cover and let rise in warm, draft free place 40 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Divide dough into 24 equal pieces&lt;br /&gt;Roll each into a 20-inch rope&lt;br /&gt;Shape into pretzels or other shapes&lt;br /&gt;Place on greased baking sheets&lt;br /&gt;Cover; let rest 5 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Mix egg yolk and 1 tbsp water &amp;amp; brush on pretzels&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkle with salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake at 375 for 15 minutes or until done&lt;br /&gt;Cool on racks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My mom used to make pretzels with us as  kids.  This is not her recipe, I found it online somewhere but my kids love playing with the dough as much as I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So there you have it, my giant contribution to the snack lovers of America.  Go check out &lt;a href="http://friedokra4me.blogspot.com/2008/06/snack-time.html"&gt;FriedOkra&lt;/a&gt; for more great ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-2391906281501762090?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/2391906281501762090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=2391906281501762090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2391906281501762090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2391906281501762090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/06/snack-attack.html' title='Snack attack!'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-8196678081622243179</id><published>2008-06-05T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T13:53:55.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>Isn't it ironic</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Positive Person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoutoonegativequiz/negative-3.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one would accuse you of being too negative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a naturally upbeat and optimistic person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like everyone else, you come across things you can't stand every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unlike everyone else, you ignore what annoys you and focus on what uplifts you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoutoonegativequiz/"&gt;Are You Too Negative?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So most of the time this is true but in the light of the post below? HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-8196678081622243179?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/8196678081622243179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=8196678081622243179&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/8196678081622243179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/8196678081622243179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/06/isnt-it-ironic.html' title='Isn&apos;t it ironic'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-3801261231558178712</id><published>2008-06-05T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T09:22:06.796-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>Yesterday was NOT good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This is what I wrote while bawling my head off after the poop hit the fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I want to give up. I am so sick of dealing with problems with the kids. Why do they all have to be so hard? Why do I have to have 3 strong willed kids? Why do I have to have 2 boys with ADD? Why do I have a daughter who is so sassy &amp;amp; whiny &amp;amp; bratty?&lt;br /&gt;I know that God gave me these kids but sometimes I think he screwed up bigtime. I do not handle this well at all. I do not want to deal with it. I don’t want to dance around Sam’s sensitiveness. Sometimes I feel like I just cannot handle it anymore. Why did God do this to me? I know there’s so many people out there desperate for kids who could handle these issues so much better. I get so angry with them. So angry. I do don’t want to deal with it. I just want it to be better. I just want everything to stop.&lt;br /&gt;How could he do this to us if he really loved us. Why did he let me have kids before I got my shit together. I am such a bad mom, I yell at them all the time. I’m flat out mean. I hurt their feelings so much. And when I get angry like today…look out. I spank in anger. I throw things. I yell. I say whatever is going through my mind whether or not I’d actually do it. Like say I want to to throw Adah out the window. Or spank her raw with the metal spatula. Or give her up for adoption. Well, I say these things to Chris but it freaks him out. When I get mad like that I don’t care. I just want everything to stop &amp;amp; I don’t care if I hurt anyone. Until later when I calm down &amp;amp; see how the kids act with me. Then it makes me cry because I know I’ve hurt them in so many ways and they don’t deserve it. They didn’t ask to be born into our family, they just ended up here. Sometimes I just hate life period. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Please excuse the language, that's just where I was at the time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yeah, first thing on my list today is to find me a shrinky-dink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-3801261231558178712?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/3801261231558178712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=3801261231558178712&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/3801261231558178712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/3801261231558178712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/06/yesterday-was-not-good.html' title='Yesterday was NOT good'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-6170226808110064759</id><published>2008-06-04T16:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T17:06:06.132-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>Knock knock</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yes Sam has discovered the knock knock joke. The first time it was funny &amp;amp; cute:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock.&lt;br /&gt;Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Bear.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Bear who?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Bear bananna!&lt;br /&gt;(Sam laughs)&lt;br /&gt;Haha, good job Sam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we get:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock.&lt;br /&gt;Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Bear.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Bear who?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Bear butt!&lt;br /&gt;(Sam laughs harder)&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's a knock knock all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally my favorite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock.&lt;br /&gt;Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Bear.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Bear who?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Bear poop!&lt;br /&gt;(Sam laughs histerically)&lt;br /&gt;Ok Sam, now you're just &lt;strike&gt;acting like a boy&lt;/strike&gt; being gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Eli gets into the action:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock.&lt;br /&gt;Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Bear bananna.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Bear bananna who?&lt;br /&gt;Say hi!&lt;br /&gt;Hi Mr. Bear bananna.&lt;br /&gt;(Eli laughs histerically)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad is bringing overa book of &lt;em&gt;real &lt;/em&gt;knock knock jokes this weekend. Thanks Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've also been treated to hearing "Hey mom, guess what?"  "What?"  "That's what HAHAHAHA!" about 97 times a  day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-6170226808110064759?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/6170226808110064759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=6170226808110064759&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/6170226808110064759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/6170226808110064759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/06/knock-knock.html' title='Knock knock'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-8986707576977682625</id><published>2008-06-04T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T08:00:03.777-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FlyLady'/><title type='text'>BBB day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So yesterday was a 1-step-forward day &amp;amp; today has been a 1-step-back day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I did not even &lt;em&gt;look&lt;/em&gt; at what my babystep was for today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I did not do my 15 minutes of de-cluttering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; do my grocery shopping. (hard to ignore that one) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I did not walk with BFF. (raining or we would have) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I did not do laundry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I did not clean the bathroom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I did not work outside. (again, raining) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; blog. (like I'd miss blogging, duh!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;**sigh** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was tired, kids were grumpy, it was raining, and I had to do grocery shopping with grumpy kids. So. Not. Fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And now here I am, spilling my guts to you. I could lie through my teeth (or would that be fingers?) &amp;amp; tell you I got all my stuff done &amp;amp; hooray for me. But I'm all about being honest &amp;amp; transparent so I'm showing you all my lazy pathetic glory. Yuck! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But tomorrow is another day. A day in which, as FlyLady says, I am not behind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-8986707576977682625?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/8986707576977682625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=8986707576977682625&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/8986707576977682625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/8986707576977682625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/06/bbb-day-2.html' title='BBB day 2'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-8027527872802847774</id><published>2008-06-03T21:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:01:40.626-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Warning**husband rant in progress**Warning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ok so Chris is staying with my sister &amp;amp; her family 1 night a week so we can save on gas money. He's at a new jobsite that's just as far away as the last one but this has the advantage of being an 8 hour day &amp;amp; it's close to my sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(begin rant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get extremely wiped out when I have to do the night routine with the kids so him being out of town is hard on me. Chris called me at 9:30 this morning to tell me they got rained out today &amp;amp; were sent home. He mentioned how it's a good thing he's staying with sis cos if he had to come home it would be a huge waste of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes that's true but my selfish wifeyness says "dagnabit that sucks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, got over that, but as I was doing homework with Sam tonight my phone rang repeatedly. I was not about to answer cos Sam was actually concentrating (very unusual) so I forged on &amp;amp; pretended I didn't hear anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got done I checked my phone &amp;amp; I had &lt;strike&gt;437&lt;/strike&gt; 2 missed calls from Chris. I call him back &amp;amp; he says all sleepy sounding, "Where were you? I called twice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm, doing homework with Sam &amp;amp; I'm not going to answer when he's on a roll."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. Well, I'm totally exhausted so I want to say goodnight to the kids now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wha??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I comply like the good wife I am (snicker) and he says an extrememly short good night to the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when he's out of town we always talk right before we go to sleep &amp;amp; read our bible chapter over the phone. Not so tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honey? I'm going to say goodnight to you too. I just can't stay awake anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, wha??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the heck is he so tired after hanging out at my sister's all day? I'm here at home, &lt;strike&gt;working my fingers to the bone for his children&lt;/strike&gt; spending meaningful time with our kids, making them &lt;strike&gt;waffles with strawberry sauce&lt;/strike&gt; a highly nutritious, balanced meal for our &lt;strike&gt;scream fest&lt;/strike&gt; nice quiet dinner, and he's tired from sitting around doing nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What-the freak-ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(end rant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SO looking forward to seeing Chris tomorrow night, I've missed him so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you honey!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-8027527872802847774?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/8027527872802847774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=8027527872802847774&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/8027527872802847774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/8027527872802847774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/06/warninghusband-rant-in-progresswarning.html' title='Warning**husband rant in progress**Warning'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-1536412698858066975</id><published>2008-06-03T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:15:08.085-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FlyLady'/><title type='text'>BBB day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So today was babystep #1, Go Shine your sink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(for the official directions, click &lt;a href="http://flylady.net/pages/FLYingLessons_Shine.asp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Unfortunately my sink will not actually shine. It's a very old porcelain sink &amp;amp; has lots of stains I can't get out now matter what I try (and I've tried &lt;em&gt;everything!&lt;/em&gt;) But I went ahead &amp;amp; 'shined' the dang thing &amp;amp; it looks much better now. The stains are still there but overall the sink is much brighter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Here's my to do list for the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Find control journal, do day 1 baby-steps, de-clutter 15 min&lt;br /&gt;Walk with BFF @ 9 - bring invites to Mrs. L’s room&lt;br /&gt;What’s for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;Laundry&lt;br /&gt;Clean bathroom&lt;br /&gt;Work outside, plant beans, water, string on porch&lt;br /&gt;Blogging - Sundays FLY post, fix link to Janae &amp;amp; Kelly, reading, PPP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So what did I get done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SEVxAbq5QdI/AAAAAAAAAIs/2aKzcXxEXxg/s1600-h/Alane+control+journal.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207692796365455826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SEVxAbq5QdI/AAAAAAAAAIs/2aKzcXxEXxg/s400/Alane+control+journal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Here I am with my Control Journal, so obviously I found it &amp;amp; I already talked about my sink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I also did 15 minutes of de-cluttering my desk, walked with BFF, got Sam's invites to his classroom, got dinner planned &amp;amp; worked on Sunday's blog. Not everything on my list but not a bad showing overall. (And I added an unexpected meeting to the day - I'll talk about that more in another post, it's something I'm really excited about.) I did drag my feet on the sink &amp;amp; de-cluttering but when I &lt;strike&gt;finally got my butt in gear&lt;/strike&gt; did them it felt so great. FlyLady would say "I'm so proud of you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I need to work on not procrastinating. I would have gotten much more done had I just jumped right in. But I need to remember I'm taking babysteps &amp;amp; working on things 15 minutes at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;First day down, now to see what Tuesday brings :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-1536412698858066975?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/1536412698858066975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=1536412698858066975&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/1536412698858066975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/1536412698858066975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/06/bbb-day-1.html' title='BBB day 1'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/SEVxAbq5QdI/AAAAAAAAAIs/2aKzcXxEXxg/s72-c/Alane+control+journal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-2455752651861178275</id><published>2008-06-02T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T09:17:03.034-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FlyLady'/><title type='text'>Feels like I've done a marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So yesterday was clean the house day. We say that every weekend but this time we actually did it. Well, we didn't pay much attention to upstairs or our bedroom but the rest of the house looks great - yay us! I cleaned the kitchen, vacuumed the rugs (&amp;amp; the spiders - eww), picked up the living room &amp;amp; helped to do a detailed sweeping job. Chris picked up the family room, helped with the sweeping, and cleaned most of the bathroom, did you get that? He did the BATHROOM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We were motivated to do all this because we are having Sam's birthday party on Saturday, (he turns 6 on Sunday - my baby is getting so big! *sniff*) and we have invited all 9 of his K-kid classmates to the party. (Yes I may need to be committed afterward but I'm sure I'll get lots of blogging material out of it!) I don't know most of the parents so I want the house (at least the part they will see) to be sparkling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I should add that we got all this done while watching &lt;a href="http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-pal.html"&gt;my BFF's 3 boys&lt;/a&gt;, ages 6, 3 &amp;amp; 18 mo. For once the kids played nicely together &amp;amp; we had very few fights. I hardly had to get involved with the older kids at all &amp;amp; the lil guy hung out with Chris &amp;amp; I. I always love playing with toddlers...especially if they aren't mine! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have a few jobs to finish during the week, like scrubbing the toilet (but I'm NOT complaining), picking up the kids rooms and such but other than that it's just upkeep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today I'm starting on my beginner babysteps so stay tuned for that tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-2455752651861178275?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/2455752651861178275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=2455752651861178275&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2455752651861178275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2455752651861178275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/06/feels-like-ive-done-marathon.html' title='Feels like I&apos;ve done a marathon'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-2142712386938311038</id><published>2008-06-01T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T19:28:04.971-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FlyLady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='housekeeping'/><title type='text'>Starting over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am not known for my housekeeping skills. I have never been a 'cleanie' &amp;amp; most likely never will. There is always a load of laundry (or 2, or 3...) waiting to be folded on the couch, dishes to be done in the sink, toys, books &amp;amp; assorted stuff strewn all about the floor. I would rather do just about anything (blogging, duh!) but clean. We are clutter hounds, my hubby &amp;amp; I, we don't really like it but we seem to be powerless to keep anything picked up for long and we are passing this fabulous trait on to our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am being VERY transparent here...please be kind!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of years ago I stumbled on a website that has the potential to change the life of someone like myself. If you look over at my sidebar &amp;amp; down a smidge, you'll see a cute new button. That lil lady with the wings is the FlyLady &amp;amp; she's one of the most amazing women I know. I (sorta) followed her routines for a few months here, a few weeks there, always falling off the wagon eventually but knowing what I needed to do to jump back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year when Chris started with the bricklayers union I started to fall apart. The company he worked for was in Spokane, but at that time we lived in Kittitas, 3 hours away. Long story short, for 6 months he spent his weeks in Spokane &amp;amp; his weekends at home which I could not handle. I not only fell off the FlyLady wagon, I lost sight of how to get back on &amp;amp; the will to do so. (By the time we moved here I was very close to having a complete nervous breakdown.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it's 8 months later &amp;amp; my house is seriously driving me nuts. I'm tired of living in a dump. I'm tired of crisis cleaning every time someone visits. I'm tired of living in CHAOS (see previously mentioned cute button.) It's time to get back on that FlyLady wagon. I'm going to dust off my old Control Journal (after I find it), shine my sink &amp;amp; start over again with the Beginner BabySteps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep me accountable, I'm going to blog about my journey. I plan to post about what I did the previous day, how I'm feeling etc. If I miss a day I invite you to ask me &lt;strike&gt;why the freak I'm slacking off&lt;/strike&gt; if something is wrong. I feel like I need someone (other than my husband, he'd just get in trouble haha!) to help me stay on track &amp;amp; who better than my pals out there in bloggy-land?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a SHE (Sidetracked Home Executive) like me, I invite you to join along. For all the BO (Born Organized) ladies out there, you might gain a little insight on how us SHE's operate. And if you know a SHE that could use a little encouragement please share my blog with her - who knows, it just might change her life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-2142712386938311038?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/2142712386938311038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=2142712386938311038&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2142712386938311038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2142712386938311038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/06/starting-over.html' title='Starting over'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-3808971116997707363</id><published>2008-05-30T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T23:51:16.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>A cracked pitcher</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Please take the time to visit Angie at &lt;a href="http://audreycaroline.blogspot.com/2008/05/past-and-pitcher.html"&gt;Bring The Rain&lt;/a&gt; and let her latest post move you as it has me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;God brings us beauty in such surprising ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-3808971116997707363?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/3808971116997707363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=3808971116997707363&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/3808971116997707363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/3808971116997707363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/05/cracked-pitcher.html' title='A cracked pitcher'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-941251690899684446</id><published>2008-05-29T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T09:27:35.513-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>Mmmm, mmmm good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ok so I'm not the best sandwich maker. I usually just slap some mayo &amp;amp; mustard on whatever bread I've got on hand (usually 100% whole wheat) with some smoked turkey, cheddar cheese, lettuce &amp;amp; tomato. Good but not much to write home about.&lt;br /&gt;When Megan &lt;a href="http://friedokra4me.blogspot.com/2008/05/lunch-actually-collection-of-my.html"&gt;(of FriedOkra fame)&lt;/a&gt; announced her next recipe post was featuring the lowly sandwich, I was surprised to find a couple of recipes in my files. I've never made them but they sound purty good so I'll let you decide if they're all right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; sure these are both from &lt;a href="http://www.cookinglight.com/cooking/"&gt;Cooking Light&lt;/a&gt; magazine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eggplant sandwiches with spinach and fontina&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2 (1 lb) eggplants, peeled and cut into 28 (1/2 inch thick) slices&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp sea salt, divided&lt;br /&gt;1-cup water&lt;br /&gt;1 (10 oz) package fresh spinach&lt;br /&gt;Cooking spray&lt;br /&gt;1 ½ cups finely chopped onion&lt;br /&gt;½ tsp crushed red pepper&lt;br /&gt;2 garlic cloves, minced&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp fresh lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;¼ tsp black pepper&lt;br /&gt;½ cup (2 oz) shredded fontina cheese&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp grated fresh Parmesan cheese&lt;br /&gt;¼ cup fat free milk&lt;br /&gt;3 large eggs whites, lightly beaten&lt;br /&gt;1 cup dry polenta&lt;br /&gt;4 tsp olive oil, divided&lt;br /&gt;14 lemon wedges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Preheat broiler&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkle eggplant with ½ tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;Place half of eggplant on a baking sheet; broil 5 minutes on each side or until lightly browned&lt;br /&gt;Repeat procedure with remaining eggplant&lt;br /&gt;Bring water to a boil in a large dutch oven&lt;br /&gt;Add spinach; cover and cook 2 minutes or until wilted&lt;br /&gt;Drain well&lt;br /&gt;Place spinach on several layers of paper towels; cover with additional paper towels&lt;br /&gt;Let stand 5 minutes; pressing down occasionally&lt;br /&gt;Coarsely chop spinach&lt;br /&gt;Heat a medium skillet coated with cooking spray over medium heat&lt;br /&gt;Add onion, red pepper and garlic; cook 4 minutes or until onion is tender, stirring occasionally&lt;br /&gt;Stir in lemon juice; cook 30 seconds or until liquid evaporates&lt;br /&gt;Combine onion mixture and chopped spinach in a bowl; stir in ½ tsp salt and black pepper&lt;br /&gt;Combine fontina and Parmesan in a small bowl&lt;br /&gt;Working with 1 eggplant slice at a time, spread about 2 ½ tbsp spinach mixture evenly over each of 14 eggplant slices; sprinkle each with about 2 tsp cheese mixture&lt;br /&gt;Cover with remaining eggplant slices, and gently press together&lt;br /&gt;Combine milk and egg whites in a medium bowl, stirring with a whisk&lt;br /&gt;Working with 1 sandwich at a time, brush both sides of each sandwich with milk mixture, and dredge in polenta&lt;br /&gt;Heat 2 tsp oil in a large non-stick skillet over medium high heat&lt;br /&gt;Add half of sandwiches; cook 5 minutes on each side or until browned&lt;br /&gt;Repeat procedure with 2 tsp oil and remaining sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;Serve with lemon wedges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Piadini with Cherry Tomatoes and Smoked Mozzarella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 ¼ cups bread flour, divided&lt;br /&gt;1 package dry yeast (about 2 ¼ tsp)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup plus 2 tbsp warm water (100 to 110), divided&lt;br /&gt;½ tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;Cooking spray&lt;br /&gt;¾ cup (3 oz) shredded smoked mozzarella cheese, divided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dissolve yeast in ½ cup warm water in a large bowl, stir in ½ cup flour&lt;br /&gt;Let stand 30 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Add ½ cup plus 2 tbsp warm water, 1 ½ cups flour, and salt stirring to form a soft dough&lt;br /&gt;Turn dough out onto a floured surface&lt;br /&gt;Knead until smooth and elastic (about 8 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;Add enough of remaining flour, 1 tbsp at a time to prevent dough from sticking to hands&lt;br /&gt;Place dough in a large bowl coated with cooking spray, turning to coat top&lt;br /&gt;Cover and let rise in a warm place (85) free from drafts for 45 minutes or until doubled in size&lt;br /&gt;(Gently press 2 fingers into dough, if indentation remains, dough has risen enough)&lt;br /&gt;Punch dough down, cover and let rest 5 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Divide dough into 4 equal portions&lt;br /&gt;Working with 1 portion at a time (cover remaining dough to prevent drying)&lt;br /&gt;Roll each portion into a 7-inch circle on a lightly floured surface&lt;br /&gt;Heat a large nonstick skillet coated with cooking spray over medium high heat&lt;br /&gt;Place dough circle in pan and sprinkle with 3 tbsp cheese&lt;br /&gt;Cook 3 minutes or until cheese melts and dough is browned on bottom&lt;br /&gt;Repeat procedure with remaining dough and cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Filling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;1 ½ cups yellow cherry tomatoes, halved&lt;br /&gt;1 ½ cups red cherry tomatoes, halved&lt;br /&gt;½ cup thinly sliced fresh basil&lt;br /&gt;3 tbsp balsamic vinegar&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp extra virgin olive oil&lt;br /&gt;¼ tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;¼ tsp freshly ground black pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 garlic clove, minced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Combine tomatoes and remaining ingredients, toss gently to coat&lt;br /&gt;Spoon ¾ cup tomato mixture into each crust and fold over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-941251690899684446?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/941251690899684446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=941251690899684446&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/941251690899684446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/941251690899684446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/05/mmmm-mmmm-good.html' title='Mmmm, mmmm good!'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-4798913344623266917</id><published>2008-05-29T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T10:55:13.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>You scream, I scream, we all scream for Blogthings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Ice Cream Personality:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/theicecreampersonalitytest/icecream.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to think of yourself as a fairly modest person. And it's true that you don't talk yourself up... but you're also pretty happy with who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are incredibly cautious. You rather miss out on something than make a mistake. No one would ever call you wild... but they would call you responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a somewhat open minded person, but deep down you're fairly conservative. You don't like trying new things very much. And if you do find something new you like, you stick with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to have a one track mind. You prefer not to multitask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are fun loving and sweet. You tend to enjoy joking around and teasing people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theicecreampersonalitytest/"&gt;The Ice Cream Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Only 1 slight deviation from my personality...I can multi-task very well &amp;amp; don't mind it too much...but I'd rather not :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-4798913344623266917?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/4798913344623266917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=4798913344623266917&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/4798913344623266917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/4798913344623266917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-scream-i-scream-we-all-scream-for.html' title='You scream, I scream, we all scream for Blogthings!'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-6673659301537802637</id><published>2008-05-28T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T17:21:14.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><title type='text'>My crazy boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As I was reading blogs today I heard Eli sing this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm on my table, I have a bottom and my shorts."&lt;br /&gt;(general humming &amp;amp; la'ing noises)&lt;br /&gt;"I have my shoes, I have a shirt and I have my undies on."&lt;br /&gt;(more humming &amp;amp; la'ing noises)&lt;br /&gt;"and I have another hat." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gatta have the other hat.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(At least he wasn't talking about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-those-isms.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard, "mom, look at me!" and he proceded to do the lollypop guild dance. I may be biased and all, but he is &lt;em&gt;extremely&lt;/em&gt; cute and much better than the original. (although it is my favorite movie of all time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for your viewing pleasure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XOEq-ImGWJ0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XOEq-ImGWJ0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We've also been treated to the lullabye league performed by Adah - again, &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;extrmely&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-6673659301537802637?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/6673659301537802637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=6673659301537802637&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/6673659301537802637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/6673659301537802637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-crazy-boy.html' title='My crazy boy'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-2549499739158252264</id><published>2008-05-28T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T16:51:48.005-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>Anybody wanna sammich?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then go check out the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friedokra4me.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Okra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; tomorrow. She's gettin' that Southern-fried recipe book out again to wow us with her sammich expertise. Mmmmmm baby, I can taste it now! I might actually get my recipe's up on time for this one. But don't hold your breath -don't want ya to go blue in the face &amp;amp; whack your head on the way to the floor when you pass out. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://friedokra4me.blogspot.com/2008/05/almost-better-than-cute-new-shoes-no.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b381/mamabean/lunchactually.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://friedokra4me.blogspot.com/2008/05/almost-better-than-cute-new-shoes-no.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-2549499739158252264?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/2549499739158252264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=2549499739158252264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2549499739158252264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2549499739158252264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/05/anybody-wanna-sammich.html' title='Anybody wanna sammich?'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-8674993559285301986</id><published>2008-05-24T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T12:08:32.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>Summer salads</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ok so I'm a tad (or a week, but who's counting) late on this, but as the saying goes, better late than...oh, you've heard it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pal Megan over at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friedokra4me.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;FriedOkra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; had this awesome post called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://friedokra4me.blogspot.com/2008/05/top-ten-sizzlin-summer-recipes-la.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'Top Ten Sizzlin' Summer Recipes a la FriedOkra &amp;amp; Family'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &amp;amp; she invited us all to get in on the fun with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to me a sultry summer night calls for a big ole salad with pasta (or the like) and lots of fresh, summery veggies. I adore the soft nuttiness of the al dente pasta and the crunchy, juicy, fresh vegegtablyness (I know, I know, not a word but work with me here will ya?) of out of the garden/farmer's market veggies. Marry those with a yumarific dressing &amp;amp; I am there baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving you a smattering (ok, a ton) of my faves along with some alluring ones I've not yet tried but I'm &lt;em&gt;sure&lt;/em&gt; are fabulous. I have to admit I cannot give credit for most of these recipes.  I copied most of the them from magazines &amp;amp; didn't keep track...whoops! I do know that some from Cooking Light (fantastic magazine, by the way) if you see one you know in here please let me know, I'd love to give credit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recipes I've made &amp;amp; love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Orzo salad with corn tomatoes and basil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dressing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp fresh lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp red wine vinegar&lt;br /&gt;½ tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;¼ tsp black pepper&lt;br /&gt;3 garlic cloves, crushed&lt;br /&gt;Combine all in a jar, cover tightly and shake vigorously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;1 cup uncooked orzo&lt;br /&gt;2 cups fresh yellow corn kernels (about 4 ears)&lt;br /&gt;2 cups chopped tomato&lt;br /&gt;¼ cup finely chopped fresh basil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook pasta according to package directions, omitting salt &amp;amp; fat&lt;br /&gt;Drain and place in a large bowl&lt;br /&gt;Spoon half of dressing over pasta; toss to coat&lt;br /&gt;Cool to room temperature&lt;br /&gt;Add the remaining dressing, corn, tomato, and basil to pasta; toss to coat&lt;br /&gt;Let stand 30 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pasta tossed with Shrimp, vegetables and pesto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-½ cups diagonally sliced snow peas&lt;br /&gt;1 ½ cups julienne cut yellow squash&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp olive oil&lt;br /&gt;¾ lb large shrimp, peeled and de-veined&lt;br /&gt;½ cup fat free less sodium chicken broth&lt;br /&gt;4 cups hot cooked farfalle (about 3 cups uncooked)&lt;br /&gt;1 ½ cups cherry tomatoes, halved&lt;br /&gt;¼ cup (1 oz) crumbled feta cheese&lt;br /&gt;¼ cup classic pesto&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;½ tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;¼ tsp black pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring water to a boil in a saucepan; add snow peas and squash&lt;br /&gt;Cook 45 seconds or until crisp tender, drain&lt;br /&gt;Heat oil in a large nonstick skillet over medium heat&lt;br /&gt;Add shrimp; cook 3 minutes or until done&lt;br /&gt;Add snow pea mixture and broth&lt;br /&gt;Cover and cook for 30 seconds or until thoroughly heated&lt;br /&gt;Combine shrimp mixture, pasta and remaining ingredients in a large bowl; toss well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tortellini with spinach and cherry tomatoes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 (9 oz) package fresh three cheese (or any flavor) tortellini&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp olive oil&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp bottled minced garlic&lt;br /&gt;½ to ¾ tsp crushed red pepper&lt;br /&gt;2 cups cherry tomatoes, halved&lt;br /&gt;¼ cup fat free, less sodium chicken broth or vegetable broth&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp chopped fresh basil&lt;br /&gt;¼ tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1 (6 oz) package fresh baby spinach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook tortellini according to package directions, omitting salt &amp;amp; fat&lt;br /&gt;While tortellini cooks, heat oil in a large nonstick skillet over medium high heat&lt;br /&gt;Add garlic and red pepper; sauté 30 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Add tomatoes, broth, and basil, salt and baby spinach to pan&lt;br /&gt;Cook 2 minutes or until baby spinach wilts&lt;br /&gt;Stir in tortellini; cook 1 minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barley “pasta” salad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2 cups water&lt;br /&gt;½ cup uncooked pearl barley&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp fresh lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp olive oil&lt;br /&gt;½ tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;2 cups finely chopped seeded tomato&lt;br /&gt;1 cup thinly sliced spinach&lt;br /&gt;½ cup finely chopped red bell pepper&lt;br /&gt;½ cup chopped seeded peeled cucumber&lt;br /&gt;½ cup (2 oz) diced part skim mozzarella cheese&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp dry oregano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring 2 cups water to a boil in a large saucepan&lt;br /&gt;Add barley; cover, reduce heat and simmer 45 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Drain and rinse with cold water&lt;br /&gt;Combine the juice, oil and salt in a large bowl &amp;amp; stir well with a whisk&lt;br /&gt;Add barley and remaining ingredients&lt;br /&gt;Toss gently to coat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just made this the other night, the barley gives it a great flavor &amp;amp; is a yummy substitute for pasta. Gives the salad a nutty chewiness...even my kids ate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zesty Black Bean and Corn Salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;Cooking spray&lt;br /&gt;2 garlic cloves, minced&lt;br /&gt;2 ½ cups fresh corn kernels (about 4 large ears)&lt;br /&gt;¼ cup fresh lime juice (about 2 limes)&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp extra virgin olive oil&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp red wine vinegar&lt;br /&gt;¾ tsp ground cumin&lt;br /&gt;¼ tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1 cup halved grape tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;1 cup diced red bell pepper&lt;br /&gt;¾ cup diced red onion&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp chopped fresh cilantro&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp minced seeded jalapeno pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp chopped fresh oregano&lt;br /&gt;1 (19oz) can black beans, rinsed and drained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat vegetable oil in a large nonstick skillet coated with cooking spray over medium high heat&lt;br /&gt;Add garlic, sauté 30 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Add corn sauté 8 minutes or until browned&lt;br /&gt;Remove from pan, cool completely&lt;br /&gt;Combine juice and next 4 ingredients (lime juice to salt) stirring with a whisk&lt;br /&gt;Combine corn mixture, tomatoes and remaining ingredients&lt;br /&gt;Drizzle juice mixture over corn mixture and toss gently to coat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rice &amp;amp; broccoli salad with sunflower seed dressing &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this one from my sis - the dressing is so yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-3 cups cooked short brown rice&lt;br /&gt;1 bunch broccoli&lt;br /&gt;1 cup slivered almonds, lightly toasted&lt;br /&gt;½ cup scallion greens&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup sunflower seeds&lt;br /&gt;4 tsp apple cider vinegar&lt;br /&gt;½ cup flax oil (or canola)&lt;br /&gt;5 tsp toasted sesame oil&lt;br /&gt;Salt to taste&lt;br /&gt;1-cup vegetable stock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place cooled rice in a bowl&lt;br /&gt;Peel broccoli stems; slice thin&lt;br /&gt;Cut broccoli florets into 1-inch pieces&lt;br /&gt;Steam broccoli 1-3 minutes or until crisp tender&lt;br /&gt;Plunge in ice water to cool&lt;br /&gt;Add broccoli, almonds and scallion greens to rice&lt;br /&gt;Mix well&lt;br /&gt;Puree sunflower seeds with vinegar, oils and salt in a blender&lt;br /&gt;Add vegetable stock in a stream&lt;br /&gt;Blend until emulsified&lt;br /&gt;Toss with salad&lt;br /&gt;(Can use dressing on any salad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The remainder are from my recipes to try file &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Shrimp and corn salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cups fresh corn kernels (from 3 ears) or one 10-ounce package frozen corn, thawed&lt;br /&gt;1-pint cherry tomatoes, quartered&lt;br /&gt;1 small jicama, cut into thin strips (optional)&lt;br /&gt;1 lb peeled and deveined large cooked shrimp&lt;br /&gt;½ cup (3.5 oz) shelled roasted pumpkin seeds&lt;br /&gt;6 scallions (white and light green parts), thinly sliced&lt;br /&gt;¼ cup fresh orange juice&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp fresh lime juice&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp honey&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp cumin&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp olive oil&lt;br /&gt;¾ tsp kosher salt&lt;br /&gt;¼ tsp black pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a large bowl, combine the corn, tomatoes, jicama, shrimp, pumpkin seeds, and scallions.&lt;br /&gt;In a separate bowl, whisk together the orange and lime juices, honey, cumin, oil, salt, and pepper.&lt;br /&gt;Toss with the shrimp mixture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sugar-Snap-Pea Salad with Sweet Ginger-Soy Dressing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;5 servings (1 cup)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dressing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;2 tsp dark sesame oil&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp minced peeled fresh ginger&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp minced fresh garlic&lt;br /&gt;¼ tsp crushed red pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp oyster sauce&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp low-sodium soy sauce&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/8 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat oil in a small saucepan over medium heat&lt;br /&gt;Add ginger; sauté 2 min&lt;br /&gt;Add garlic and crushed red pepper; cook 1 minute&lt;br /&gt;Stir in oyster sauce, soy sauce, sugar; and salt; bring to a simmer&lt;br /&gt;Remove from heat &amp;amp; cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 lb sugar-snap peas; trimmed&lt;br /&gt;½ cup julienne cut carrot&lt;br /&gt;½ cup drained, canned sliced water chestnuts&lt;br /&gt;½ cup sliced mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;½ cup julienne cut red bell pepper&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp sesame seeds, toasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook peas in boiling water 30 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Drain and rinse with cold water&lt;br /&gt;Combine peas and remaining ingredients except sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;Drizzle dressing over salad; toss well&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkle with sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zesty Couscous Salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 pkg Couscous, plain&lt;br /&gt;¼ tsp black pepper&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;3 tbsp olive oil&lt;br /&gt;2 large tomatoes, chopped&lt;br /&gt;1 medium zucchini, halved and thinly sliced&lt;br /&gt;½ cup fresh basil, cut into strips&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup green onions, sliced&lt;br /&gt;¾ cup feta cheese, crumbled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare couscous according to package directions, except omit fat and add black pepper to water&lt;br /&gt;In large bowl, combine prepared couscous, lemon juice and olive oil&lt;br /&gt;Add tomatoes, zucchini, basil and green onions&lt;br /&gt;Chill 4 hours or overnight&lt;br /&gt;Stir in cheese just before serving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Here's to a yummy salad-filled summer ladies!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-8674993559285301986?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/8674993559285301986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=8674993559285301986&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/8674993559285301986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/8674993559285301986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/05/summer-salads.html' title='Summer salads'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-2803389450708807891</id><published>2008-05-22T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T11:36:13.120-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>What's in my fridge makes me want to run!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Fridge Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdothecontentsofyourrefrigeratorsayaboutyouquiz/fridge.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to be surrounded by things you love. You aren't exactly greedy, but you can be materialistic at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very thrifty person. You don't like to waste money... or food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't tend to be a very adventurous person, but you do surprise everyone now and then. You have a bit of a wild side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to be responsible, but you don't always succeed. Your heart is in the right place though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are likely married, possibly with kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdothecontentsofyourrefrigeratorsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do the Contents of Your Refrigerator Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;For the most part this is right on, I do hate to waste money &amp;amp; food...but I do it anyway &amp;amp; it drives me nuts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Response is: Flight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howdoyourespondfightorflightquiz/flight.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rather leave then deal with a dangerous or uncomfortable situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't deal with too much drama or stress. It's really hard for you to cope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are easily scared, freaked out, or intimidated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while it's good to be prudent, not everything may be as freaky as it seems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdoyourespondfightorflightquiz/"&gt;How Do You Respond: Fight or Flight?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sadly, this one is right too.  I'm a ninny that hates confrontation, what can I say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;How do you rate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-2803389450708807891?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/2803389450708807891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=2803389450708807891&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2803389450708807891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/2803389450708807891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/05/whats-in-my-fridge-makes-me-want-to-run.html' title='What&apos;s in my fridge makes me want to run!'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614350011592654715.post-4335326378661372669</id><published>2008-05-20T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T20:50:09.332-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Side effects of Diet Pepsi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This meme is courtesy of a &lt;strike&gt;crazy&lt;/strike&gt; funny blogging chick named &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://swishygirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/reading-is-fun-damental.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Swishy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I am so inclined so here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pick up the nearest book.&lt;br /&gt;2. Open to page 123.&lt;br /&gt;3. Find the fifth sentence.&lt;br /&gt;4. Post the next three sentences.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag five people and post a comment to the person who tagged you once you've posted your three sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cane-River-Lalita-Tademy/dp/B00009ANY9/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1211340975&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cane River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; by Lalita Tademy&lt;br /&gt;"I have something to show you." He carried a stack of skins by the bundler's knot in one hand, and with the other he pulled Philomene close to him by the waist as they walked to the toolshed. It was a small shed, barely big enough to hold the plow, hoes, pickaxes, and other tools for the farm, but it had a door, and it was out of the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cane River was not &lt;em&gt;exactly&lt;/em&gt; the nearest book, that would be the manual for our new laptop.  I'm thinkin' you don't much care about that so instead, I swiped the nearest book off our bookshelf &amp;amp; turns out I haven't read it yet. However, It's an Oprah's Book Club selection that my sweet MIL sent to me, (She sends me books all the time God bless her) &amp;amp; I usually love them so I'm sure it's a dandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Here's what the dust cover says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A unique accomplishment, this is a history never before told, an epic novel of four generations of African-American women, a work based on one family's actual meticulously researched past - and a book with enormous implications for us all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalita Tedemy had always been intensely interested in her family's stories, especially ones about her great-grandmother Emily, a formidable figure who died with her life's savings hidden in her mattress. Probing deeper for her family's roots, Tademy soon found herself swept up in an obsessive two-year odyssey - and leaving her corporate career for the little Louisiana farming community of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cane River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was here, on a medium-sized Creole plantation owned by a family named Derbanne, that author Lalita Tademy found her family's roots - and the stories of four astonishing women who battled vast injustices to create a legacy of hope and achievement. They were women whose lives began in slavery, who weathered the Civil War, and who grappled with the contradictions of emancipation through the turbulent early years of the twentieth century. Through it all, they fought to unite their family and forge success on their own terms.&lt;br /&gt;Here amid small farmhouses and a tightly knit community of French-speaking slaves, free people of color, and whites, Tademy's great-great-great-great grandmother Elisabeth would bear both a proud heritage and the yoke of slavery. Her youngest daughter, Suzette, would be the first to discover the promise - and heartbreak - of freedom. Suzette's strong-willed daughter Philomene would use determination born of tragedy to reunite her family and gain unheard-of-economic independence. And Emily, Philomene's spirited daughter, would fight to secure her children's just due and preserve their future against dangerous odds.&lt;br /&gt;In a novel that combines painstaking historical reconstruction with unforgettable storytelling, Lalita Tademy presents an all too rarely seen part of American history, complete with a provocative portrayal of the complex, unspoken bonds between slaves and slave owners. Most of all, she gives us the saga of real, flesh-and-blood women making hard choices in the face of unimaginable loss, securing their identity and independence in order to face any obstacle, and inspiring all the generations to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sounds purty good to me, I'm-a make this my next read!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To quote Swishy, "If you're so inclined, consider yourself tagged."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(BTW, if you want to know what the heck the title of this post means, you must read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://swishygirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/omg.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;this post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614350011592654715-4335326378661372669?l=alanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/feeds/4335326378661372669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614350011592654715&amp;postID=4335326378661372669&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/4335326378661372669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614350011592654715/posts/default/4335326378661372669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanem.blogspot.com/2008/05/side-effects-of-diet-pepsi.html' title='Side effects of Diet Pepsi.'/><author><name>AlaneM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378820581781820649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DcMrwyzwbzk/R5EXltiiyMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EO1e6D0E34k/S220/Sexy+toes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
