<?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-4913591381466875770</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:44:38.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Look at Me, I'm Only the Mom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-3636084434531172694</id><published>2008-12-17T14:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T14:39:27.162-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lights at Crown Center</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictures from an evening at Crown Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SUlhSyaw_NI/AAAAAAAAAZc/aTCFkUS8aJU/s1600-h/100_1135%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280859013468191954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SUlhSyaw_NI/AAAAAAAAAZc/aTCFkUS8aJU/s400/100_1135%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Slow down Mal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SUlhSdWqsLI/AAAAAAAAAZU/DfBBAd1W8c0/s1600-h/100_1132%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280859007813857458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SUlhSdWqsLI/AAAAAAAAAZU/DfBBAd1W8c0/s400/100_1132%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SUlhR2kYeCI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Phr-gxLPex8/s1600-h/100_1124%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280858997402400802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SUlhR2kYeCI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Phr-gxLPex8/s400/100_1124%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was VERY cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SUlhRoTyfII/AAAAAAAAAZE/CCyy9reFw_c/s1600-h/100_1121%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280858993574706306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SUlhRoTyfII/AAAAAAAAAZE/CCyy9reFw_c/s400/100_1121%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SUlhRWQtK-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/KpcPOiQWKlw/s1600-h/100_1120%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280858988729936866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SUlhRWQtK-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/KpcPOiQWKlw/s400/100_1120%5B1%5D" 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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-3636084434531172694?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3636084434531172694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=3636084434531172694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/3636084434531172694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/3636084434531172694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2008/12/lights-at-crown-center.html' title='The Lights at Crown Center'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SUlhSyaw_NI/AAAAAAAAAZc/aTCFkUS8aJU/s72-c/100_1135%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-2101959238180826919</id><published>2008-12-10T09:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:49:35.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pockets</title><content type='html'>I message to visitors in my home who may need to borrow a pen or a pencil. Bring your own. lol. I noticed Mal had some extra baggage in her pants. "Hey, Mal whatcha go goin' on?" "Oh, I just am carrying my pencils in my pcoket."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278188403278377250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/ST_kY0L-cSI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ZuncbUfoPOc/s400/december+08+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-2101959238180826919?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2101959238180826919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=2101959238180826919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/2101959238180826919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/2101959238180826919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2008/12/pockets.html' title='Pockets'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/ST_kY0L-cSI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ZuncbUfoPOc/s72-c/december+08+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-2164374907813366414</id><published>2008-11-12T17:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:08:05.412-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day With the Trains</title><content type='html'>In lots of ways little Mal is a girlie girl, but in many others she is a little tomboy.  I have to laugh when I see her wearing a tutu and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;camo&lt;/span&gt; shirt.  Anyway, given a choice for an outing she will often choose to go see the trains at Union Station.  Since Dad was on vacation this week he joined us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SRtuL0ITeHI/AAAAAAAAARk/s3rAHGWin5g/s1600-h/100_0602%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SRtuL0ITeHI/AAAAAAAAARk/s3rAHGWin5g/s400/100_0602%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267925338391017586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting for the big trains to show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SRtuNU_VdtI/AAAAAAAAAR8/fNhZDnrazns/s1600-h/100_0613%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SRtuNU_VdtI/AAAAAAAAAR8/fNhZDnrazns/s400/100_0613%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267925364391638738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tackling&lt;/span&gt; a big piece of pie. The pie won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-2164374907813366414?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2164374907813366414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=2164374907813366414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/2164374907813366414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/2164374907813366414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-with-trains.html' title='A Day With the Trains'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SRtuL0ITeHI/AAAAAAAAARk/s3rAHGWin5g/s72-c/100_0602%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-4481155650412510264</id><published>2008-11-12T17:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:13:47.562-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She's 4 People</title><content type='html'>Well, the little one had a birthday last week. The big 04. I must say I am a tad melancholy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exuberant&lt;/span&gt; at the same time, if that is possible. Her are a couple pics of the big day. I forgot the matches, but in true Gonzales fashion we "got 'er done".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SRtw0JtCJxI/AAAAAAAAASU/s8-QX-txEJg/s1600-h/IMG_3600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SRtw0JtCJxI/AAAAAAAAASU/s8-QX-txEJg/s400/IMG_3600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267928230400239378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SRtw0oTcYcI/AAAAAAAAASc/rweyJUk8vms/s1600-h/IMG_3604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SRtw0oTcYcI/AAAAAAAAASc/rweyJUk8vms/s400/IMG_3604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267928238614405570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-4481155650412510264?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4481155650412510264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=4481155650412510264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/4481155650412510264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/4481155650412510264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2008/11/shes-4-people.html' title='She&apos;s 4 People'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SRtw0JtCJxI/AAAAAAAAASU/s8-QX-txEJg/s72-c/IMG_3600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-4359470039164841775</id><published>2008-11-02T16:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:02:45.788-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Extended</title><content type='html'>Since moving to KC several years ago I have taken McKinsey and several friends to Worlds of Fun for the Halloween Haunt as part of her birthday celebration.  We downsized it a bit this year, taking only her best friend. Although our great friends from Garden City joined as did Morgan's boyfriend, making it a total party of six females and Morgan's man. Ha! We had a great time being frightened. My throat is sore this morning from all the screaming. We drug ourselves in about one o'clock this morning with nothing else to give.  I am already looking forward to next year.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SQ4udKZ9YiI/AAAAAAAAAQs/bQCrwHAleek/s1600-h/Mckinsey+Halloween+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SQ4udKZ9YiI/AAAAAAAAAQs/bQCrwHAleek/s400/Mckinsey+Halloween+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264196092987007522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              The birthday girl (the one on the right).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SQ4udvQ2V3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/jMYDLaMkVVY/s1600-h/Mckinsey+Halloween+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SQ4udvQ2V3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/jMYDLaMkVVY/s400/Mckinsey+Halloween+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264196102880909170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eileen and friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SQ4ueCPMGkI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/tg4eRMdFocc/s1600-h/Mckinsey+Halloween+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SQ4ueCPMGkI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/tg4eRMdFocc/s400/Mckinsey+Halloween+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264196107974220354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                McKinsey and friend.&lt;br /&gt;                                                               &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SQ4uexKdsvI/AAAAAAAAARM/SOiMbk3eerc/s1600-h/Mckinsey+Halloween+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SQ4uexKdsvI/AAAAAAAAARM/SOiMbk3eerc/s400/Mckinsey+Halloween+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264196120570868466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                     Birthday girl and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SQ4ued0YDAI/AAAAAAAAARE/yaxMZLQyTpw/s1600-h/Mckinsey+Halloween+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SQ4ued0YDAI/AAAAAAAAARE/yaxMZLQyTpw/s400/Mckinsey+Halloween+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264196115377949698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             McKinsey and Audrey.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SQ4wINxod6I/AAAAAAAAARc/HpfFMS0WRWg/s1600-h/Mckinsey+Halloween+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SQ4wINxod6I/AAAAAAAAARc/HpfFMS0WRWg/s400/Mckinsey+Halloween+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264197932137609122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                The teens are a posin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-4359470039164841775?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4359470039164841775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=4359470039164841775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/4359470039164841775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/4359470039164841775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-extended.html' title='Halloween Extended'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SQ4udKZ9YiI/AAAAAAAAAQs/bQCrwHAleek/s72-c/Mckinsey+Halloween+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-3412272060647505060</id><published>2008-11-01T08:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T08:19:00.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick-or-Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SQxWqtd9f_I/AAAAAAAAAQk/FDR9wKjXmEw/s1600-h/IMG_3569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SQxWqtd9f_I/AAAAAAAAAQk/FDR9wKjXmEw/s400/IMG_3569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263677356249022450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SQxWqjq27lI/AAAAAAAAAQc/jSaraApyutc/s1600-h/IMG_3563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SQxWqjq27lI/AAAAAAAAAQc/jSaraApyutc/s400/IMG_3563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263677353618763346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SQxWpglDgDI/AAAAAAAAAQM/UP6gDS-fcTE/s1600-h/IMG_3560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SQxWpglDgDI/AAAAAAAAAQM/UP6gDS-fcTE/s400/IMG_3560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263677335609245746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SQxWqHCLL1I/AAAAAAAAAQU/LoxL5NFQtzI/s1600-h/IMG_3561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SQxWqHCLL1I/AAAAAAAAAQU/LoxL5NFQtzI/s400/IMG_3561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263677345931931474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures from last night.  It was a major success. Much better then last year. Mal easily said "Trick or Treat" and "thank you" loudly and clearly. She was completely enthralled with the whole Halloween extravaganza and could barely carry her bucket (it was full) by the time she got back to the house.  I was a bit concerned each time I would see a person dressed in a frightening costume but Mal didn't even notice. She was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;waay&lt;/span&gt; to busy looking for the next porch light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note, my party at school went really well also. We had lots of parents attend and NOBODY threw up(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;!), although I did get close. I was winding lights around a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;faux&lt;/span&gt; tree and made myself extremely dizzy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I almost fell down, the kids thought it was hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-3412272060647505060?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3412272060647505060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=3412272060647505060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/3412272060647505060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/3412272060647505060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2008/11/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick-or-Treat'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SQxWqtd9f_I/AAAAAAAAAQk/FDR9wKjXmEw/s72-c/IMG_3569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-2550262788889211015</id><published>2008-10-15T09:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:19:40.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Here</title><content type='html'>Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cheez&lt;/span&gt; and crackers! I can't believe I have not posted anything since July. To be honest I almost did not come back at all. But I believe things are starting to slow down a bit and will try to be more consistent.  The best place to begin is probably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everybody's&lt;/span&gt; comings and goings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernie is still working like crazy and going to school 4 days a weeks. His fundraising for United Way has tapered off for now and will not take off again until the spring. His busy time at work is set to begin very soon, not sure when he will find time to sleep at that point but it is just for a couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devin is going to school, working and hunting and not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;necessarily&lt;/span&gt; in that order.  He kind of has that live to hunt motto. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan is going to school, working and juggling a boyfriend.  Which of course throws a whole new number into the equation.  Honestly, my friends and I  really enjoy re-living all her drama with her and always anticipate the next story to unfold. Although we should keep these conversations out of earshot of Mal.  I heard her "breaking up" with her boyfriend on her Cinderella phone the other day.  She also refers to Morgan's boyfriend as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;poopy&lt;/span&gt; pants after a particularly bad weekend. lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;McKinsey&lt;/span&gt; just had a birthday, 14.  She got her permit this morning. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! (Gulp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mallorie is growing in size as well as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cognitively&lt;/span&gt;, as she should be.  She is hilarious and very grown up in her humor and sarcasm. Big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;, right?  Her new thing is to sing the song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Are So Beautiful&lt;/span&gt; in an Operatic fashion. I am told she breaks out in song occasionally at school while she is playing independently. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me I am simply trying to keep up with everybody else. Today I am cleaning, well will be cleaning, hopefully. No school the next couple of days so I am thinking in the back of my mind "Why bother?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time to go.  I hear Max drinking what I hope is the remnants of bathtub water(and not the toilet).  I better go intercede before he climbs in. Lovely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-2550262788889211015?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2550262788889211015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=2550262788889211015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/2550262788889211015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/2550262788889211015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2008/10/still-here.html' title='Still Here'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-83753084533849298</id><published>2008-07-20T18:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T18:53:53.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh! It is sooooo hot!</title><content type='html'>Hello all! I can't believe it is already the middle of July.  Although this heat today is doing it's best to convince me. I have not felt like doing anything, it is simply &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tooo&lt;/span&gt; hot. The girls and I have spent four out of the last ten days at water/amusement parks.  Yesterday we convinced Ernie to join us.  We spent the entire day at the water park, having a blast.  Mal was so tired. She fell asleep during the car ride home about 7:&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; and slept until 8:00 this morning.  She must have jumped into the pool 100 times.  I woke up with a stiff neck from some of the rides. The young man kept telling me to keep my chin tucked, which I found very difficult to do with my eyes bulging out of my head! Thank goodness there are no photos to document some of my facial &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;expressions&lt;/span&gt;.  Ernie of course had no expression at all, well, maybe a small smirk. He looked as if he were going for a lazy afternoon stroll.  I tried going backwards, maybe it would be less frightening.  No not really.  You just see the drop again on the other side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am here, I will give everyone a brief update on our latest going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ons&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernie has started back to school. He is operating on even less sleep but so far is hanging in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devin is still in Western Kansas. Not sure when/if he is coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mal...........well, spends a lot of time playing and telling everybody what to do.  She has become &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;EXTREMELY&lt;/span&gt; independent. Ernie walked in the kitchen this morning. She was warming up a piece of chicken in the microwave. It was set for 79 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;McKinsey&lt;/span&gt; starts volleyball camp tomorrow.  The countdown to the first day of school begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan is driving like a pro. Although she did say it unnerves her when I scream while she is driving. Guess I need to work on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I am still trying to stick with my exercise program.  This heat makes it very difficult and I only went running twice this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact we're headed to the track right now. I need to work off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Popeye's&lt;/span&gt; Chicken. But let me tell you, it was worth every bite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-83753084533849298?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/83753084533849298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=83753084533849298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/83753084533849298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/83753084533849298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2008/07/ugh-it-is-sooooo-hot.html' title='Ugh! It is sooooo hot!'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-6330057138192351755</id><published>2008-06-21T09:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T09:16:31.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fountains at Crown Center</title><content type='html'>Here are a few pictures of a recent trip to Crown Center. A few of them need to be clicked on to get a better view of the image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SF0MPXL4yWI/AAAAAAAAANo/1ByG_2c6C54/s1600-h/IMG_2941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SF0MPXL4yWI/AAAAAAAAANo/1ByG_2c6C54/s400/IMG_2941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214337401626347874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SF0MPcjQiSI/AAAAAAAAANw/5f1626ZIq5w/s1600-h/IMG_2945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SF0MPcjQiSI/AAAAAAAAANw/5f1626ZIq5w/s400/IMG_2945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214337403066550562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Run Boo, Run!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SF0MPoYEDUI/AAAAAAAAAN4/V9HfBudDRAM/s1600-h/IMG_2947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SF0MPoYEDUI/AAAAAAAAAN4/V9HfBudDRAM/s400/IMG_2947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214337406240820546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tentative at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SF0MP6SgVAI/AAAAAAAAAOA/MuAiFp3I1Vg/s1600-h/IMG_2955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SF0MP6SgVAI/AAAAAAAAAOA/MuAiFp3I1Vg/s400/IMG_2955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214337411049346050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Very inviting on a hot summer day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SF0MP8VtpOI/AAAAAAAAAOI/eASb8XhnXgk/s1600-h/IMG_2961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SF0MP8VtpOI/AAAAAAAAAOI/eASb8XhnXgk/s400/IMG_2961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214337411599672546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soaked in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-6330057138192351755?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/6330057138192351755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=6330057138192351755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/6330057138192351755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/6330057138192351755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2008/06/fountains-at-crown-center.html' title='The Fountains at Crown Center'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SF0MPXL4yWI/AAAAAAAAANo/1ByG_2c6C54/s72-c/IMG_2941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-1342999577015524033</id><published>2008-06-11T08:08:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T09:47:21.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pedometer</title><content type='html'>A few months ago I bought a new cell phone with a built in pedometer. I want to take just a moment to tell you all how this has changed my life, really! I started out with the goal of taking 10,000 steps a day, which for some may be a piece of cake, but I found myself struggling to get those in everyday. Once I was able to do that everyday for a week I slowly began to increase my weekly goals.  My daily goal now is 18,000 steps a day and there are several days I take 20,000 to 23,000 steps which is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;equivalent&lt;/span&gt; of 9 to 10 miles. I realize all these steps are not high &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cardio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; although  about 1/3 at this point involve running/walking. I figure if I am moving I am not eating.  Maybe that should be my motto! It is amazing how this competition with myself has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;simply&lt;/span&gt; made me look at things differently.  I NEVER take the elevator. Instead of sitting and waiting for the girls at the mall, etc. I walk. I take a walk everyday on my break. I entice my class into races. Until last week when we had to change playgrounds I usually had a crowd of 5 years &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;old's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; trailing behind me during recess. .  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, long story short I am really happy with my new phone! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am very impressed with myself, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, when we go hiking little Mal puts me and the big girls to shame. She hangs right in there on our 5 mile hikes. I am sure her little legs take her much farther simply because she runs ahead then doubles back a lot.  Although last week we did get "trapped" in a creek.  The sides were really steep for about a mile. I wasn't sure I could get myself and Mallorie up the embankment and she  absolutely refused to walk in the water. There were 1000's of water bugs covering the surface.  I am sure her shrieking was heard for miles therefore I carried her. For a little thing she sure can get heavy! One thing to be said for the long walks/hikes everyday, she sleeps VERY well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-1342999577015524033?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1342999577015524033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=1342999577015524033' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/1342999577015524033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/1342999577015524033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-pedometer.html' title='My Pedometer'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-7271574021334601499</id><published>2008-05-31T07:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T07:49:56.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Teen Driver</title><content type='html'>Well, just as I became very comfortable with Devin driving, Morgan now has her permit. She is doing a fantastic job.  I am the one have  a difficult time. I am heading to the store to pick up plenty of hair color for myself. Mal thinks it is absolutely hilarious that Morgan is driving. "What? Morgan you driving gen?" All of this said in a fit of giggles. It is very hilarious to her. Must say it has had the opposite effect on me, but note to self: do not ride in car with teenage daughter while both of us have PMS. (Makes for a very emotional trip around the block. ) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; Her driving is just another sign of things to come. I really, really don't want my kids to grow up.  But as I am typing this I am thinking I really, really want my kids to grow up. Not unlike the way they must feel at times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-7271574021334601499?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7271574021334601499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=7271574021334601499' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/7271574021334601499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/7271574021334601499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-teen-driver.html' title='Another Teen Driver'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-4152189293135575389</id><published>2008-05-25T10:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T10:33:08.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking in the Rain</title><content type='html'>My current conditioning routine for our Pikes Peak Hike includes LOTS of cardio and a few fun hikes a week. Yesterday we had lots of fun hiking in the rain. We took Mallorie with us(dad was at the BBQ). Suprisingly she kept up pretty well althought I did get an extra workout carrying her here and there, especially uphill, the mud made everything very slippery. lol She loved getting extra dirty. Her reward for being such a trooper was playing at the playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SDmFoy4VVCI/AAAAAAAAANQ/fifYE78SR5o/s1600-h/IMG_2744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SDmFoy4VVCI/AAAAAAAAANQ/fifYE78SR5o/s400/IMG_2744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204337780302631970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SDmFpC4VVDI/AAAAAAAAANY/nv8r2Q4eeYQ/s1600-h/IMG_2742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SDmFpC4VVDI/AAAAAAAAANY/nv8r2Q4eeYQ/s400/IMG_2742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204337784597599282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I am biased, but don't those cheeks just make you want to smooch them until you can't smooch no more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-4152189293135575389?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4152189293135575389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=4152189293135575389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/4152189293135575389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/4152189293135575389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2008/05/hiking-in-rain.html' title='Hiking in the Rain'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SDmFoy4VVCI/AAAAAAAAANQ/fifYE78SR5o/s72-c/IMG_2744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-1845313087557600483</id><published>2008-05-25T09:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T22:14:46.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ Weekend</title><content type='html'>Part of the perks of having a BBQ guru for a neighbor is getting to attend all the festivals for free.  And believe me we take advantage of this at every opportunity.  This weekend is the Great American Barbecue Festival in KC which includes food, music, carnival, fireworks, hot air balloons etc. Ernie has been spending most of his time there since Thursday while the girls and I have been going back and forth since Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SDl_7C4VVAI/AAAAAAAAANA/rbwkTu9PiVk/s1600-h/IMG_2767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SDl_7C4VVAI/AAAAAAAAANA/rbwkTu9PiVk/s400/IMG_2767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204331496765477890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It took a some convincing to get Mal to go down, but once McKinsey offered to take her she was ready to go.  Her expressions kept us in stitches.  You could definately tell when that last bump tickled her little tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SDl_8C4VVBI/AAAAAAAAANI/Z3muInmJywo/s1600-h/IMG_2768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SDl_8C4VVBI/AAAAAAAAANI/Z3muInmJywo/s400/IMG_2768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204331513945347090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another successful ride! Thank goodness the guy in the parking lot gave us lots of tickets or mom would have put a stop to this a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SDl_6y4VU_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/fn0zBZyrS_o/s1600-h/IMG_2796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SDl_6y4VU_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/fn0zBZyrS_o/s400/IMG_2796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204331492470510578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think the balloon glow at the end of every evening has been the best part of the weekend.  Mal was up for the slide but still can't convince her it would be a great idea to ride in one of these. lol There has been about ten balloons lighting up every night.  Unfortunately we missed the races Friday morning(had to work).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-1845313087557600483?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1845313087557600483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=1845313087557600483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/1845313087557600483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/1845313087557600483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2008/05/bbq-weekend.html' title='BBQ Weekend'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SDl_7C4VVAI/AAAAAAAAANA/rbwkTu9PiVk/s72-c/IMG_2767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-7165071293136634988</id><published>2008-05-04T18:57:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T19:43:23.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So Newsy</title><content type='html'>It has been so long since I last posted that you would think I had tons to write about. Hmmm.....not so much. I will just give a brief update on what everybody has been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mallorie is..... Enjoying dance class, although I have held her out of the recital. I really did not feel like spending hundreds of dollars to have her hang on me backstage. We will wait until she is four to do that.(Hang on me backstage I mean) She is obsessed with eating pizza.  She argues with me about EVERYTHING...the sad part? Often she is right. She will only be going to school two days a week this summer.  McKinsey will keep her the other two days.  I see lots of pool time in their future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big kids are really ready for summer.  Devin and Morgan plan on working quite a bit. And McKinsey?  Well, since she is not old enough to have a job.  She will be my slave for one more year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls and I took Ernie to the airport this morning.  He flew to Denver to pick up his new truck.  I am sure he is smiling the whole way home.  You know how it is.  Country boys and their trucks, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernie and I had our 17th wedding anniversary this weekend.  We went out to dinner and were in bed before nine 0'clock.  Get your mind out of the gutter....we were watching PBR(professional bull riding) with Mal in between us.  I was asleep by 9:15. Oh, it was sooooo romantic. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and Mallorie has a new puppy/horse. I can't say much more about him right now. Except, I must have been drinking A LOT the evening we decided to get him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SB5VK7a0GiI/AAAAAAAAAMo/zj58eIAOKvU/s1600-h/IMG_2537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SB5VK7a0GiI/AAAAAAAAAMo/zj58eIAOKvU/s400/IMG_2537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196684666269342242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mallorie with Max.  Check out the attire. Classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SB5V1ba0GjI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Ev3om5eCyik/s1600-h/IMG_2706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SB5V1ba0GjI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Ev3om5eCyik/s400/IMG_2706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196685396413782578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Max" To give you an idea of his size, his pillow is 3' x 3'.  He just turned 4 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been staying extremely busy with school.  It also keeps my busy just driving/following everybody around. We went to World's of Fun last weekend. Here are a few pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SB5Tcra0GfI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yvLtu3nUr8c/s1600-h/IMG_2663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SB5Tcra0GfI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yvLtu3nUr8c/s400/IMG_2663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196682772188764658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Morgan and McKinsey are second and third from the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SB5UN7a0GgI/AAAAAAAAAMY/qYc62Ng2lOo/s1600-h/IMG_2662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SB5UN7a0GgI/AAAAAAAAAMY/qYc62Ng2lOo/s400/IMG_2662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196683618297321986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Click on the picture to get a really good look at Kinsey's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SB5Uh7a0GhI/AAAAAAAAAMg/vo682Oficyc/s1600-h/IMG_2658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SB5Uh7a0GhI/AAAAAAAAAMg/vo682Oficyc/s400/IMG_2658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196683961894705682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another successful ride on the Wacky Worm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-7165071293136634988?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7165071293136634988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=7165071293136634988' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/7165071293136634988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/7165071293136634988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-so-newsy.html' title='Not So Newsy'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/SB5VK7a0GiI/AAAAAAAAAMo/zj58eIAOKvU/s72-c/IMG_2537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-7799059726017906068</id><published>2008-03-23T11:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T11:11:35.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-d4.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=864691128470067924&amp;amp;site=widget-d4.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&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=864691128470067924&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d4.slide.com/p1/864691128470067924/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=864691128470067924&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d4.slide.com/p2/864691128470067924/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&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/4913591381466875770-7799059726017906068?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7799059726017906068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=7799059726017906068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/7799059726017906068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/7799059726017906068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2008/03/check-out-my-slide-show_23.html' title='Vacation Pics'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-713305651532581186</id><published>2008-02-12T13:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T14:08:30.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whine......</title><content type='html'>I have been nursing sick children/husband back to health for the better part of a month now.  I have religiously been taking my vitamins and Airborne. I was even feeling so proud of myself for staying healthy that I, yikes...... bragged about it. "It has to be my healthy eating, exercise and excessive pill popping that keeps me strong enough to ward off silly things like the cold or uhm the flu. How else could I stay healthy in the midst of 24 four year olds  and the peanut here at home."  Yeah, me too, I started twitching as soon as the words came out of my mouth.  I can still hear the Forces That Be laughing in the background. It all started several weeks ago with hubby and one teen after another falling ill with what I then called a "cold". Mal and I dodged this "little" bullet for three weeks. Then it happened! J, one of the slimy, I mean precious 4 year olds in my class sneezed directly in my face when we were having a little one on one counseling(to put it nicely.)It was more like, "If I ever see you take a lego and stick it........I'm gonna......." Anyway, it was a typical slow motion moment.  The replay is still stuck in my head.  "If only I hadn't seen him put the lego in...... Why couldn't I have just looked away?"  By Friday night I had almost forgotten the episode ever happened.  Went to bed as usual but a silly dream woke me up about 3:00 in the morning.  I had dreamt that two fist sized rocks were burning on my back all the way into my body.  As I lay there half asleep, eyes shut, I could still almost feel the hot rocks on my back. "Hey wait! Those aren't dream rocks they are Mal's little feet!" BTW, she sleeps with us. She was SICK! She had a really high temp, croup, the whole box of bolts. I immediately pulled her out of bed and the doctoring began and is still going on today. But today she acts much better and is actually eating something.  While caring for her I was very adament about hygeine. "No smoochies now, Mommy will kiss you on your forehead." Yet something kept picking at the back of my mind. "Never mind, I am super healthy. Right?" Then yesterday the tickle in my throat started and I remembered J and the lego incident. Crap, crap, crap! I took an entire bottle of Airborne.......and prayed. But, sh--, I had basically shook my fist in to the air yelling "Bring it on! I can take it!" So here it is in a nutsell.  What I previoulsy referred to as a "cold" is most definately the flu.  I am sick. I need drugs and I want my Mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-713305651532581186?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/713305651532581186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=713305651532581186' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/713305651532581186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/713305651532581186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2008/02/whine.html' title='Whine......'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-5338736895771690593</id><published>2008-02-06T09:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T09:53:52.835-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 9:30 AM and I'm Exhausted</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it has been three weeks since I have left a post.  Life has been a bit hectic around here.  My latest addiction(previous post) has taken up my few spare minutes of "me" time each day. But today......Well today is a snow day.  The kids have stayed home from school and I have the day off.  Mal has been up since 5:15, going full steam.  As for me? I am ready for a nap.  unfortunatley, the little one shows NO sign of slowing down any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite Mal quotes for the day, thus far......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mom. I need you to come in here and keep me company while I poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Uhmmm, Mommy.  I need you to make me cherry cake.  My body needs cherry cake.  It is really portant for my body to have cherry cake. K? It is a vegetable right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: As I was taking the time to add this posting another major "milestone" took place.  Mal was not more then three feet away from me.  I was typing and she was cutting lines on paper. I heard a cutting sound very different from the previous noises coming from the paper and the scissors.  The scissors were now in contact with her hair.  Hmmmm, well she is now missing a chunk of hair over her right ear. The hair that came off her head measures 14 3/4 inches long.  When I stop laughing/crying I will post an updated photo of Mal's new look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-5338736895771690593?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/5338736895771690593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=5338736895771690593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/5338736895771690593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/5338736895771690593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-930-am-and-im-exhausted.html' title='It&apos;s 9:30 AM and I&apos;m Exhausted'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-7489729969464823034</id><published>2008-01-21T17:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T18:00:03.831-06:00</updated><title type='text'>African Animals</title><content type='html'>I am not sure why &lt;a href="http://video.nationalgeographic.com/video/wildcamafrica/index.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; has become my latest obsession.  I think Ernie described it best when he said "Kinda like watchin' paint dry. Except it's so darn hard to look away."  But just you wait! I am anxious to catch sight of a lion or zebra. You should have seen us all run for the computer the first time Ernie called out "I see a gazelle! Or.....something like a gazelle anyway!" lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-7489729969464823034?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7489729969464823034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=7489729969464823034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/7489729969464823034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/7489729969464823034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2008/01/african-animals.html' title='African Animals'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-4275326664824767158</id><published>2008-01-16T09:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T09:59:14.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Milestones</title><content type='html'>I know we all watch our children with held breath as they reach a never ending cycle of milestones.  I become quite melancholy at times thinking of the events, no matter how minute, that have unfolded in the lives of my "babies". It is also quite entertaining to watch the teenagers as they follow Mallorie in her adventures. I must say that Mallorie has achieved this latest milestone much later then her siblings.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I was sitting at the computer doing "research" when I heard McKinsey yell at me with much emotion in her voice. "Mom! Come quick! Oh my goodness Mallorie! Mom, I don't know what to do. Help! Hurry!"  I rush to my bedroom where Mallorie is sitting on the bed wailing and McKinsey is doing the anxiety dance. You know the one where you jump up and down and run back and forth across the room.  It seems the girls had been sitting on the bed playing a game of miniature checkers, which has extremely small game pieces.  Uhm, about the size of say a little person's nostril. Mallorie had jammed one of the pieces into her nose. My first instinct was to laugh but because she was in such distress I decided I better investigate first. Upon doing so I felt like I could reach in with with tweezers and pull it out. By this time the room was filled with the entire family, including the dog, but minus Ernie(at work). The big kids held her down while I went in with the tweezers. "Whoops, pushed it in farther." So now I needed to weigh my options. I will try pepper first, then go with shoving a shoe string in the other nostril(usually worked with Devin, he was forever sticking foreign objects in his nose). If that doesn't work we will head to the doctor.  I certainly hoped it did not come to that. I hadn't taken a decent bath in days. So the whole crew heads to the kitchen. Yes, even the dog. I rub some pepper around her vacant nostril. Five pairs of eyes watch, waiting. Nobody is breathing not even Mallorie, okay well maybe the dog. Then the quiet is broken as Mallorie erupts into a full blown tantrum. Crap, no sneeze. Hopefully she doesn't suck the thing all the way in.  It was pointed on one end and could hurt coming out the back side, if you know what I mean. So now the crew, as one unit, heads back to the bedroom where we can hold her down. Just as I turn to look for a shoe string she sneezes a huge slobbery sneeze that pops the innocent looking piece onto the bed. The room erupts with cheers  as each person takes turns doing the happy dance with Mallorie in their arms.  To see us you would have thought she had cured global warming. She looks at the piece and says "I don't like that game no more, I put it way". So the game is put away and the next thirty minutes if filled with tales of the wonderful, foreign objects that were placed inside the nostrils of the teenagers when they were small.  Once again Mallorie provides a moment of bonding for the entire family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-4275326664824767158?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4275326664824767158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=4275326664824767158' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/4275326664824767158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/4275326664824767158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2008/01/milestones.html' title='Milestones'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-3804446407025684730</id><published>2007-12-27T10:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T11:57:25.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Started Scanning and Saving!</title><content type='html'>Attention: Janet, Linda, Carol and Essie.  There are some photos I have chosen to withold from public view.  I am sure you can think of which ones.  We will talk about compensation later! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-e7.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=864691128467414247&amp;amp;site=widget-e7.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=864691128467414247&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e7.slide.com/p1/864691128467414247/bb_t046_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=864691128467414247&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e7.slide.com/p2/864691128467414247/bb_t046_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&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/4913591381466875770-3804446407025684730?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3804446407025684730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=3804446407025684730' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/3804446407025684730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/3804446407025684730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-have-started-scanning-and-saving.html' title='I Have Started Scanning and Saving!'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-1436826670048784730</id><published>2007-12-18T09:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T09:21:20.965-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Family 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-dd.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=864691128466319837&amp;amp;site=widget-dd.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:375px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=864691128466319837&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-dd.slide.com/p1/864691128466319837/bb_t024_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=864691128466319837&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-dd.slide.com/p2/864691128466319837/bb_t024_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;amp;id=864691128466319837&amp;amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-dd.slide.com/m/864691128466319837/bb_t024_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide9_1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&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/4913591381466875770-1436826670048784730?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1436826670048784730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=1436826670048784730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/1436826670048784730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/1436826670048784730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/12/check-out-my-slide-show_5265.html' title='Our Family 2007'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-273999236106638982</id><published>2007-12-11T14:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T14:57:16.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Applesauce, applesauce</title><content type='html'>I sat observing Mallorie at play....&lt;br /&gt;I hear her quietly reciting "Applesauce, applesauce on a wish."&lt;br /&gt;The tune she was singing it to? Bubblegum, bubble gum in a dish. Made me giggle anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mallorie received a reindeer, very similiar to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F672QZ4GsAU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. She ran out one set of batteries and is well on her way through another. Pray for me please! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-273999236106638982?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/273999236106638982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=273999236106638982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/273999236106638982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/273999236106638982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/12/applesauce-applesauce.html' title='Applesauce, applesauce'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-4208721700882077827</id><published>2007-12-09T16:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T16:46:44.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brief Update</title><content type='html'>It seems like ages since I have posted anything.  You would really think because it has been so long that I would have some sort of news. Yeah well, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been sick for what seems like weeks now but I do feel a little better today.  Mallorie has been very sweet, taking care of Mommy.  The other day she came to see me while I was lying in bed.  "You still sick, Mom?"  she asked "You can have my purple vitamins.  I don't like them. They make you lots better.  I go get them for you?"  Yesterday she told me. "Just go back to the doctor, Mom.  I sure you be better just a few days. Kay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls have her outside right now.  The temperature is only 21 degrees and the ground is covered in a sheet of ice. They took her out yesterday for about 20 min. and it really helped to "blow off the stink".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-4208721700882077827?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4208721700882077827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=4208721700882077827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/4208721700882077827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/4208721700882077827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/12/brief-update.html' title='Brief Update'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-5743407655646389289</id><published>2007-11-23T08:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T09:00:04.702-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Day of Thanks</title><content type='html'>I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving!  Ours was filled with terrific food, great company and a good movie.  What more could you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/R0bqrt74m9I/AAAAAAAAALA/Bk9_v2rXx5U/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+2007+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/R0bqrt74m9I/AAAAAAAAALA/Bk9_v2rXx5U/s200/Thanksgiving+2007+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136050461848673234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chillin' out watching a movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/R0bo2N74m8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/BXkRzTsU8RI/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+2007+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/R0bo2N74m8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/BXkRzTsU8RI/s200/Thanksgiving+2007+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136048443214044098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"What is on that tree?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-5743407655646389289?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/5743407655646389289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=5743407655646389289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/5743407655646389289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/5743407655646389289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/11/our-day-of-thanks.html' title='Our Day of Thanks'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/R0bqrt74m9I/AAAAAAAAALA/Bk9_v2rXx5U/s72-c/Thanksgiving+2007+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-7980895583720173784</id><published>2007-11-21T19:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T19:01:48.337-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving to You All!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;The Pumpkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;By J. G. Whittier&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Algerian;font-size:6;color:#ff8000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;h! On Thanksgiving Day, when from East and from West,&lt;br /&gt;From North and from South come the pilgrim and guest,&lt;br /&gt;When the gray-haired New Englander sees round his board&lt;br /&gt;The old broken links of affection restored,&lt;br /&gt;When the care-wearied man seeks his mother once more,&lt;br /&gt;And the worn matron smiles where the girl smiled before,&lt;br /&gt;What moistens the lip, and what brightens the eye?&lt;br /&gt;What calls back the past, like the rich pumpkin pie?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;O, fruit loved of boyhood!  the old days recalling;&lt;br /&gt;When wood-grapes were purpling and brown nuts were falling!&lt;br /&gt;When wild, ugly faces were carved in its skin,&lt;br /&gt;Glaring out through the dark with a candle within!&lt;br /&gt;When we laughed round the corn heap, with hearts all in tune,&lt;br /&gt;Our chair a broad pumpkin, our lantern the moon,&lt;br /&gt;Telling tales of the fairy who traveled like steam&lt;br /&gt;In a pumpkin-shell coach, with two rats for her team!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Then, thanks for thy present! - none sweeter or better&lt;br /&gt;E'er smoked from an oven or circled a platter!&lt;br /&gt;Fairer hands never wrought at a pastry more fine,&lt;br /&gt;Brighter eyes never watched o'er its baking than thine!&lt;br /&gt;And the prayer, which my mouth is too full to express,&lt;br /&gt;Swells my heart that thy shadow may never be less,&lt;br /&gt;That the days of thy lot may be lengthened below,&lt;br /&gt;And the fame of thy worth like a pumpkin-vine grow,&lt;br /&gt;And thy life be as sweet, and its last sunset sky&lt;br /&gt;Gold-tinted and fair as thine own pumpkin-pie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-7980895583720173784?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7980895583720173784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=7980895583720173784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/7980895583720173784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/7980895583720173784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-thanksgiving-to-you-all.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving to You All!'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-1553265495328902098</id><published>2007-11-10T08:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T09:15:01.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready, Set........Go</title><content type='html'>This is what I have been telling myself for the past three hours. But yet I still manage to stay seated at my computer.  Just one more. I have weeks worth of blog reading to catch up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing the emotional roller coaster one can ride while in front of a piece of electronic equipment. I have laughed at emails and cried over blogs..... &lt;a href="http://adventuresoftimandeliana.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tim's wedding&lt;/a&gt;. To add to the drama I have a cold and am doped up on cold medicine. I have not drank coffee in three weeks, right now I am working on my third cup.  My rationale?  I can use the calories, I'm sick.  That was also my thinking last night in the drive-thru to Panda Express. I know, I know.  Don't break my bubble.  It will break on its' own soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news.  Mallorie is officially three!  For the most part we had a week long celebration.  I did not bake a cake, but did bake cupcakes for her party at school.  We celebrated with a store bought cheesecake at home.  Mallorie did get a Barbie cupcake with candles to blow out.  She licked off the frosting and went for the cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is mush and Mallorie is throwing a record breaking fit.  Okay.....Go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-1553265495328902098?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1553265495328902098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=1553265495328902098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/1553265495328902098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/1553265495328902098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/11/ready-setgo.html' title='Ready, Set........Go'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-7257446047428817434</id><published>2007-11-04T14:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T14:56:59.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Picture Says It All</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/Ry4x5AWBiaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1eRndez5ghQ/s1600-h/bike+pics+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/Ry4x5AWBiaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1eRndez5ghQ/s200/bike+pics+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129091881036253602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Riding in big brother's truck.  Man! Are we a big shot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-7257446047428817434?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7257446047428817434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=7257446047428817434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/7257446047428817434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/7257446047428817434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/11/picture-says-it-all.html' title='The Picture Says It All'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/Ry4x5AWBiaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1eRndez5ghQ/s72-c/bike+pics+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-4000805615908501506</id><published>2007-10-25T18:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T19:07:30.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What should I blog about...........hmmmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I must say I am at a loss for a topic to blog about so I think I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;throw&lt;/span&gt; out a few random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things that make me say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I be concerned if I don't recognize the food items that I clean out of my fridge?  A few of them looked and smelled pretty good.  I just don't remember offering them to my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mallorie likes to eat dinner with socks on her hands.  Should I intervene or just be happy that she is eating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it considered unethical to adjust my scale so it will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; weigh me at a higher number then I feel comfortable with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Mallorie seeking attention &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; is she preparing for a career as a dart thrower when she throws a pencil at the back of my head while I am doing dishes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I need a new hairstyle if Mallorie tosses a pencil at the back of my head and the pencil sticks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Okay so my brain just collapsed.  I am having a hard time remembering the kid's names let alone recall the head scratching moments of the last few days.  Here are a few that have been sent to me recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, "I think I'll squeeze these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dangly&lt;/span&gt; things and drink whatever comes out"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the first person to think that the white thing that came out of a chickens butt looked edible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Jimmy cracks corn and nobody cares, why is there a song about him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the professor on Gilligan's Island can make a radio out of a coconut, why can't he fix a hole in the boat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If quizzes are quizzical, what are tests?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Wile E. Coyote had enough money to buy all that Acme stuff, why didn't he just buy dinner?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-4000805615908501506?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4000805615908501506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=4000805615908501506' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/4000805615908501506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/4000805615908501506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-should-i-blog-abouthmmmmm.html' title='What should I blog about...........hmmmmm'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-4959455949398136313</id><published>2007-10-17T08:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T08:36:00.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>Well, I finally finished my certification to be a preschool teacher!  All required courses and observations have been completed.  About time huh? At 36 (almost 37) I am finally certified to be something besides insane! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I won't have my own class right away,  though I will be on my own for two weeks in November. Hopefully I will take over something after the first of the year simply because I wanted to take some time off while the kids were on their winter break.  I have been working with four and five years &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the past couple of months and really love it.  This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surprising&lt;/span&gt; because I really didn't care for my own children very much when they were 5! Ha, just kidding! Though I think that age was the most challenging for me.  That is up until the hormones kicked in.  But honestly how can you have a bad start to the day when you have 25 four year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; running to give you a hug when you get to work in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will briefly update you on the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan- about the same. Studying hard and working hard.  She has been ill quite a bit lately.  It is hard the first year working with little ones.  She is handling it well and has only missed one day of school so far. That is pretty good considering she has been sick for three weeks straight this time around. She is enjoying her paychecks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;McKinsey&lt;/span&gt;- Her birthday passed rather quietly.  We are planning a trip to Worlds of Fun later this month in honor of her 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year.  We originally had a boy/girl party(YIKES) planned but this has been pushed back to New Years Eve.(YIKES again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devin- has been working &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; hunting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; riding his motorcycle. What more can I say without taking up the whole page?  He is 16 going on 17(isn't that a song?). That should pretty well say it all for those of you who recall that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tulmutuous&lt;/span&gt; period in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mallorie - she is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;looking forward to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;her third&lt;/span&gt; birthday coming up in  a few weeks.  I am super excited as well.  She finally gets the whole concept this year.  I am sure Christmas is going to be lots of fun.  We will really be able to play it up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-4959455949398136313?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4959455949398136313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=4959455949398136313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/4959455949398136313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/4959455949398136313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/10/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-1565978052971776646</id><published>2007-10-11T19:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T19:36:11.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Goose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/Rw7AeZLYaeI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Z51OfqGvYPo/s1600-h/Deanna+Rose+oct+2007+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/Rw7AeZLYaeI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Z51OfqGvYPo/s200/Deanna+Rose+oct+2007+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120241454754064866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a clearer shot of this picture.  Mallorie was having quite the conversation with this goose.  You should have seen her face when the big guy stuck his head through the fence.  She made a bee line for me, her feet never touched the ground! I actually think he had his eye on the chicken nugget laying on the ground beside her.  She did go back and continue her conversation. Much to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;.  Unfortunately, I and the lady on the bench next to me were laughing too hard for me to get any other pics. I really was concerned I was going to pee my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am including a few more pictures from our trip.  The weather was perfect and we ended up staying at the park for over 5 hours.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/Rw686JLYaZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/61y58sBIffE/s1600-h/Deanna+Rose+oct+2007+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/Rw686JLYaZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/61y58sBIffE/s200/Deanna+Rose+oct+2007+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120237533448923538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/Rw686ZLYaaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/SSxXwb50JGs/s1600-h/Deanna+Rose+oct+2007+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/Rw686ZLYaaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/SSxXwb50JGs/s200/Deanna+Rose+oct+2007+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120237537743890850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/Rw6865LYabI/AAAAAAAAAJg/DRNcae-I8xY/s1600-h/Deanna+Rose+oct+2007+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/Rw6865LYabI/AAAAAAAAAJg/DRNcae-I8xY/s200/Deanna+Rose+oct+2007+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120237546333825458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/Rw687JLYacI/AAAAAAAAAJo/_WspNkoKKNM/s1600-h/Deanna+Rose+oct+2007+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/Rw687JLYacI/AAAAAAAAAJo/_WspNkoKKNM/s200/Deanna+Rose+oct+2007+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120237550628792770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/Rw687ZLYadI/AAAAAAAAAJw/uRRSFd55A10/s1600-h/Deanna+Rose+oct+2007+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/Rw687ZLYadI/AAAAAAAAAJw/uRRSFd55A10/s200/Deanna+Rose+oct+2007+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120237554923760082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-1565978052971776646?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1565978052971776646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=1565978052971776646' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/1565978052971776646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/1565978052971776646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/10/goose.html' title='The Goose'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/Rw7AeZLYaeI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Z51OfqGvYPo/s72-c/Deanna+Rose+oct+2007+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-7824847573827410645</id><published>2007-10-10T06:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T07:17:05.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cracker Barrel Incident</title><content type='html'>Now that Mallorie is older I thought it would be fun to go to a restaurant. Just the two of us.  Of course we chose Cracker Barrel! As far as the girls and I are concerned it is in the top five for the best dining &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;establishments&lt;/span&gt; on earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mallorie chose to order chicken and dumplings(her regular).  My thinking was "She is a big girl now, lets see how she does without having it cut up for her".  She actually did very well for the first five minutes.  But as I was busy concentrating on my meal I could see her little hand start to wave back and forth, making larger motions with every wave.  As I focused more, I realized there was still a fork in her hand with a VERY large dumpling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;attached&lt;/span&gt;.  The dumpling was too big for her to put in her mouth so she was trying to get it off. The slow motion scene began to unravel as I tried to get the correct words out of my mouth. "Mallorie wait, let me help you." Just as they began to spill from my mouth the dumpling took off like it had wings.  Not like wings of a dove either, but like the wings of a hairy woodpecker(yes, a real bird) bent on doing some damage. Both Mal and I followed it across the room with our eyes.  As did a handful of fellow observant diners. The dumpling landed smack dab in the middle of a table two rows over.  There was an elderly couple seated there.  I sat staring at them with a frozen grin on my face.  Unbelievably they had not seen the blob fall out of the sky.  I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scott&lt;/span&gt; free right?   Yeah! Crap, I could feel several sets of eyes on me.  Obviously these other diners were waiting for me to point out  what had just happened to the otherwise oblivious couple.  So of course I did and they were very sweet about the whole thing.  Thankfully it did not land in their food. Or worse, in the poor woman's hair.  Poor Boo! I wish I had a camera on her the whole time.  Her eyes were the size of saucers and she didn't say a word.  The couple tried to talk to her later while we were in the store.  She just stood staring up at them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-7824847573827410645?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7824847573827410645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=7824847573827410645' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/7824847573827410645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/7824847573827410645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/10/cracker-barrel-incident.html' title='Cracker Barrel Incident'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-2786511329798325314</id><published>2007-10-06T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T17:39:08.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day at the Zoo</title><content type='html'>Today we visited the zoo. Mallorie has been looking forward to this day for weeks. Because........&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Spongebob&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Squarepants&lt;/span&gt; would be there. Of course as predicted when it was actually time to meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Spongbob&lt;/span&gt;, the brakes went on and he was no longer a priority. So on to the tigers and orangutans we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RwgJO5LYaEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/VHFaR7CJnu8/s1600-h/002_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RwgJO5LYaEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/VHFaR7CJnu8/s200/002_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118351127977945154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a look of relief (Phew! I don't have to speak to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Spongebob&lt;/span&gt;!) and anticipation(the orangutans are just around the corner). The frosting residue is from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Krispy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kreme&lt;/span&gt; donuts we were treated to while waiting in line to see "you know who"!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RwgLO5LYaJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/y9jfVNBPBPM/s1600-h/007_7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RwgLO5LYaJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/y9jfVNBPBPM/s200/007_7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118353327001200786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My three girls, so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RwgNoJLYaNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/AO2-qvpXLxk/s1600-h/005_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RwgNoJLYaNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/AO2-qvpXLxk/s200/005_5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118355959816153298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RwgJWpLYaFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/RCjOdxwGqHQ/s1600-h/006_6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RwgJWpLYaFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/RCjOdxwGqHQ/s200/006_6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118351261121931346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Riding the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;carousel&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Momo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RwgNhJLYaMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_cEuDjfB3_c/s1600-h/004_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RwgNhJLYaMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_cEuDjfB3_c/s200/004_4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118355839557068994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do we have to go through the tunnel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RwgJCZLYaDI/AAAAAAAAAGk/JW00Sa6qBTU/s1600-h/003_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RwgJCZLYaDI/AAAAAAAAAGk/JW00Sa6qBTU/s200/003_3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118350913229580338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The train isn't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RwgJvZLYaII/AAAAAAAAAHM/sZMZ9fkpUt4/s1600-h/010_10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RwgJvZLYaII/AAAAAAAAAHM/sZMZ9fkpUt4/s200/010_10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118351686323693698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Oh Mam!" (Mal's term) Do we really have to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-2786511329798325314?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2786511329798325314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=2786511329798325314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/2786511329798325314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/2786511329798325314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-at-zoo.html' title='Day at the Zoo'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RwgJO5LYaEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/VHFaR7CJnu8/s72-c/002_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-2201612887198687195</id><published>2007-10-03T08:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T08:47:20.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Very Newsy</title><content type='html'>I was shocked to see it has been well over a week since I last posted.   So obviously we are as boring as ever.  The kids have been extremely busy with school.  Mallorie is doing well and finally adjusting to the school routine.  She has not cried for several days during drop off. Of course this comes only a few weeks before she will begin transitioning to  a new room and a whole new set of teachers.  Gives me a headache just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a cute little story to share.  I attended a staff meeting the other night.  Of course Devin and Morgan went as they are staff as well.  Actually the entire crew minus Ernie was there.  We have a lot of new teachers this year so we went around the room introducing ourselves.  When it was Devin's turn he stood and shared a bit of his information(quite shyly of course). The kindergarten teachers gave a standing applause, "We love you Devin! You can never leave us again!" I have never seen my son turn so many shades of red.  It was rather cute.  I have to say he gets tons of attention as at his job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Mallorie is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; to holler.  I promised a trip to the park and I am still in my pj's. I better get to moving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-2201612887198687195?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2201612887198687195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=2201612887198687195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/2201612887198687195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/2201612887198687195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/10/not-very-newsy.html' title='Not Very Newsy'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-8348721597760549843</id><published>2007-09-22T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T21:09:57.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddy Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RvXG-ybRetI/AAAAAAAAAF8/rOnotnyajSM/s1600-h/Sept+2007+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was the 12th Annual Down Syndrome Buddy Walk.  We had a terrific time.  Lots of good food, laughs and wonderful people.  I am simply posting a few pics and heading for bed. Today I was made painfully aware of how out of shape I truly am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RvXG-ybRetI/AAAAAAAAAF8/rOnotnyajSM/s1600-h/Sept+2007+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RvXG-ybRetI/AAAAAAAAAF8/rOnotnyajSM/s200/Sept+2007+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113211733939419858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little guy has been my girls' biggest fan for quite some time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RvXG_CbRevI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5vYmyuZBkas/s1600-h/Sept+2007+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RvXG_CbRevI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5vYmyuZBkas/s200/Sept+2007+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113211738234387186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just follow the sign! Easy right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RvXG_CbReuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/GOrfAtWN4iM/s1600-h/Sept+2007+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RvXG_CbReuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/GOrfAtWN4iM/s200/Sept+2007+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113211738234387170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still feeling Perky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RvXG_SbRewI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Oiu4cFEiEpY/s1600-h/Sept+2007+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RvXG_SbRewI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Oiu4cFEiEpY/s200/Sept+2007+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113211742529354498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did it, but poor Boo Boo has had enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RvXG_SbRexI/AAAAAAAAAGc/aFGTHwDC2WA/s1600-h/Sept+2007+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RvXG_SbRexI/AAAAAAAAAGc/aFGTHwDC2WA/s200/Sept+2007+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113211742529354514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They even gave me a medal.  Well, so they gave everybody a medal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RvXG-ybRetI/AAAAAAAAAF8/rOnotnyajSM/s1600-h/Sept+2007+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RvXFlSbResI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qY0z1HY0k78/s1600-h/Sept+2007+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RvXFlSbResI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qY0z1HY0k78/s200/Sept+2007+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113210196341127874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our inspiration.  Isn't she beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,Monaco;font-size:6;color:#330066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,Monaco;font-size:100%;color:#330066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;We could learn alot from crayons:&lt;br /&gt;some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull, some have weird names, and all are different colors but they all have to learn to live in the same box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say there were a lot of beautiful crayons in my box today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-8348721597760549843?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8348721597760549843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=8348721597760549843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/8348721597760549843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/8348721597760549843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/09/buddy-walk.html' title='Buddy Walk'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RvXG-ybRetI/AAAAAAAAAF8/rOnotnyajSM/s72-c/Sept+2007+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-9151034842664865942</id><published>2007-09-19T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T14:34:24.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;MY DEAR CHILD.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/b&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;You are the poem&lt;br /&gt;       I dreamed of writing&lt;br /&gt;       the masterpiece&lt;br /&gt;       I longed to paint.&lt;br /&gt;       You are the shining star&lt;br /&gt;       I reached for In my&lt;br /&gt;       ever hopeful quest&lt;br /&gt;       for life fulfilled..&lt;br /&gt;       You are my child.&lt;br /&gt;       Now with all things&lt;br /&gt;       I am blessed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;         &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~Author Unknown~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-9151034842664865942?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/9151034842664865942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=9151034842664865942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/9151034842664865942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/9151034842664865942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/09/poem.html' title='A Poem'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-2575422127574798198</id><published>2007-09-19T14:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T14:19:42.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Toe Nails</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RvF02DfC14I/AAAAAAAAAEc/C0GmIJgGFBs/s1600-h/Sept+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RvF02DfC14I/AAAAAAAAAEc/C0GmIJgGFBs/s200/Sept+2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111995524039497602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finally had a day off today.  It seems like it had been forever.  I was busy all morning cleaning, organizing closets, etc.  Obviously a little too busy.  I left Mallorie watching Little Einsteins while I was doing some laundry.  I came across her in Morgan's room.  She was sitting on the bed painting her nails with her sister's black nail polish.  "Mommy!  My toes are beautiful!" Can you believe she did not get one drop on the bed or the carpet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-2575422127574798198?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2575422127574798198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=2575422127574798198' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/2575422127574798198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/2575422127574798198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/09/pretty-toe-nails.html' title='Pretty Toe Nails'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RvF02DfC14I/AAAAAAAAAEc/C0GmIJgGFBs/s72-c/Sept+2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-2250461284761955025</id><published>2007-09-16T15:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T15:56:42.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/Ru2XBNJaLlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/eP5oN4MU4r8/s1600-h/Sept+2007+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/Ru2XBNJaLlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/eP5oN4MU4r8/s200/Sept+2007+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110907199100169810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet "Baby Fishy".  Mallorie has a weekly chore chart.  At the end of the week if she gets all her stickers she gets a reward.  This week her reward was a fish.  He is a purple Beta and Mallorie picked him out all on her own. We will see, our family has not had a great deal of luck in the past with fish.  If I can keep her from taking him out of the bowl to love on, I think that really ups his odds of surviving the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-2250461284761955025?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2250461284761955025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=2250461284761955025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/2250461284761955025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/2250461284761955025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/09/introducing.html' title='Introducing'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/Ru2XBNJaLlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/eP5oN4MU4r8/s72-c/Sept+2007+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-419918040695320356</id><published>2007-09-15T07:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T18:57:19.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Feels Like Fall!</title><content type='html'>As I stepped out to get the morning paper the air had a wonderful crisp &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fallish&lt;/span&gt; feeling to it.  Absolutely delicious.  I am so excited for pumpkin patches, trips to the cider mill, gorgeous walks it the park, fall picnics and of course HALLOWEEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I worked 53 hours this week I am simply going to touch on a few of this weeks highlights, and yes I am aware that I use the term highlight very loosely. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-First, I worked 53 hours! Ah! For me that is a lot and I am exhausted but it is also a lot for Mallorie but she seemed to handle it okay for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mallorie has been accident free for weeks. Then yesterday she had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;four&lt;/span&gt; in one day.  I am thinking it was all the hours spent in school.  Not sure, but she was really tired and cranky Friday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Devin was attempting to suspend himself between two walls in the hallway by placing his back against one wall and his feet against the other.  Now do the math..................Yes, I have a huge gaping hole in the wall where his feet were! I am thinking it is time for a lesson in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sheetrock&lt;/span&gt; repair.  He feels it was Morgan's fault because she was doing it and said "You can't do this! You're too big!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mallorie has caught the birthday bug.  Not sure why, maybe because of our excited conversations about Rhonda's kids and their birthday's.  She has not been to a birthday party lately.  Now, every morning instead of asking "We go circus today, Mom?" she asks "It my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;birfday&lt;/span&gt;, Mom?" Cheese and Crackers! We still have over 50 days to go, hopefully she will move on to something else soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Today is the day I am going to begin eating right! I am not on a diet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;per say&lt;/span&gt; but I am so tired of feeling like S***! So I will be using you all as part of my plan.   I will not relay all of the boring information just the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;slip ups&lt;/span&gt;.  I am hoping that will help me stay on course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I am off to bake some more goodies for the Hospice House.  Today is employee appreciation day and they having games and a cake walk so they are asking for extra goodies. I need to get a moving. I am taking some chocolate cherry fudge bars. (I will let you know if I stay out of them.)  Who knew you could get such a warm cozy feeling just from delivering cookies once a week.  The families at the Hospice House really seem to enjoy having something yummy to nibble on.  The House always keeps fresh soup and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Panera&lt;/span&gt; bread on hand but the treats are just a little something extra that might add a bright moment(no matter how brief) in what is an extremely difficult time.  The nurses really like it as well and it is kind of fun to have everyone start gathering around when you head into the building.  The news travels quickly that a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;goodie&lt;/span&gt; lady has arrived. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I think we may be off to the zoo after that.   The weather is so beautiful.  I am determined not to be trapped inside cleaning house! Not today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Everyone&lt;/span&gt; have a wonderful weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-419918040695320356?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/419918040695320356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=419918040695320356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/419918040695320356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/419918040695320356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-feels-like-fall.html' title='It Feels Like Fall!'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-8510923137266941535</id><published>2007-09-09T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T12:16:47.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Circus Day, Wonderful Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we took in the Ringling Bros Circus.  Mallorie had been anticipating this day for weeks.  Every morning I got the same question. "Today we go Circus, Mom?" You can imagine her excitement when I was finally able to proclaim, "Yes Mallorie, today we go to the Circus." Unfortunately I must have built it up too much.  For the most part the girl was completely unimpressed.  I really thought this was the year she would finally get into all the fun and excitement.  This was the year she would love the lights, be captured by the music and be entranced by the acts.  Nope. Her favorite part?  The $10.00 cotton candy.  Once that was gone she felt pretty certain it was time to go home.  I managed to convince her we needed to stay so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mommy&lt;/span&gt; could enjoy the rest of the show. She settled in somewhat, entertaining herself with watching the lady behind us eat multiple bags of popcorn and seeing how close she could swing her foot to the woman's head in front of her without actually hitting it. She finally fell asleep during the last 15 minutes of the performance, waking up in the car. She immediately went into a tizzy of tears.  "I need to go back to the circus.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I's&lt;/span&gt; not done yet." There's always next year little girl, there's always next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news my summer long search for a train table has ended.  I found exactly what I wanted, trains included for $20.00 on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Craigslist&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$20.00! &lt;/span&gt;Now that is unheard of. I was so excited, I am still talking about my amazing deal!  Mallorie loves it and keeps saying, "It is just like Evan's, Mommy." I proudly pipe up "Yes it is, and for a fraction of the price which makes it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much better! Ha!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who know me well, I am sure you recall my love for Vietnamese food.  I have been looking for a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Vietnamese&lt;/span&gt; restaurant since moving to Kansas City and yesterday I found it.  We were starving after leaving the circus. ( I refuse to pay  $6.00 for a hot dog. The $10.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;  cotton candy was an exception.  I only had to buy one and after all it came with a free paper hat!) We were frantically searching for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt; and because of construction I could not make any of the turns we needed to. Imagine my delight when I realized I was turning around in the parking lot of the elusive Vietnam cafe.  I swear to you the place was glowing.  I am certain it was divine intervention guiding me.  God was speaking to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;subconscious&lt;/span&gt;. "Eat the food you love at a much cheaper price!" So we did, it was delicious and I was happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the late Vietnamese lunch and a trip to the grocery store Ernie and I decided we better make an appearance at a birthday party we were invited to.  It was very nice.  Good food and a terrific live band, but we were both yawning about an hour in.  After all, it was after 9PM for crying out loud.  We said out goodbyes and enjoyed a pleasant conversation on the ride home.  Being married with four kids, those are few and  far between.  We strolled up to the house.  Devin was working in the garage.  Just when the day couldn't get any better, I heard him say, "Mark(the grand champion &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;professional&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;BBQer&lt;/span&gt; who lives across the street) brought over about 20 pounds of ribs and brisket.  I could barely get it in the fridge."  Life is good! The Circus, one heck of a deal, Vietnamese food &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; BBQ all in one day! Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-8510923137266941535?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8510923137266941535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=8510923137266941535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/8510923137266941535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/8510923137266941535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/09/circus-day-wonderful-day.html' title='Circus Day, Wonderful Day'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-2333142835900610005</id><published>2007-09-05T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T17:54:51.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mother's Birthday</title><content type='html'>You are no longer here Mom&lt;br /&gt;I miss you more then you can know&lt;br /&gt;Time creeps so slowly&lt;br /&gt;Because I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No on can replace my mother&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can take the sadness away&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart again and again&lt;br /&gt;So many things left to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is another year since you have gone&lt;br /&gt;Not talking with you on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Praying every night to dream of you&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I won't feel so alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are somewhere lovely&lt;br /&gt;A place of peace and love&lt;br /&gt;Where no one suffers&lt;br /&gt;With God and the Angels above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please remember I love you&lt;br /&gt;I speak to God everyday&lt;br /&gt;Knowing he hears me&lt;br /&gt;Passing on the words I never got to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="text"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In loving memory of my dear Mother, Marsha Michel, on her birthday. September 5, 1947&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/4913591381466875770-2333142835900610005?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2333142835900610005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=2333142835900610005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/2333142835900610005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/2333142835900610005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-mothers-birthday.html' title='My Mother&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-1879955133190636455</id><published>2007-09-02T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T16:16:01.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Extremely Lazy Sunday</title><content type='html'>We are having a very lazy weekend.  You would think considering it is a holiday weekend and all that we might have some sort of a plan. Nah. Everything that is suggested is shot down simply because it is too hot.  Although we did take in the flea market yesterday morning.  I purchased absolutely nothing but it is always fun to find a shady spot and people watch.  Yesterday afternoon we went to Bass Pro Shop to watch the water dog jumping competition.  Mallorie enjoyed herself so much she has been asking all day to go back. I think we will check it out once it begins to cool off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-1879955133190636455?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1879955133190636455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=1879955133190636455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/1879955133190636455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/1879955133190636455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/09/extremely-lazy-sunday.html' title='Extremely Lazy Sunday'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-9155261641131943923</id><published>2007-08-26T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T14:33:33.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairspray</title><content type='html'>Occasionally we like to take in a movie on Sunday morning.  The tickets are only $5.00 before noon.  Today I decided to throw caution to the wind and take Mallorie to see something other then an animated movie.  We went to see &lt;a href="http://www.hairspraymovie.com/"&gt;Hairspray.&lt;/a&gt;  I figured if her behavior was horrible at least the tickets were cheap and we could leave.  I was not prepared for her reaction.  She LOVED it!  We finally had to move to the back row because she was dancing and singing the entire time.  Her antics were drawing lots of snickers and the people behind us were paying more attention to her then the movie. After we moved she had the entire aisle to herself and made good use of it.  I was a bit embarrassed when she was doing a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rockette&lt;/span&gt; high kick during a very energetic scene and her flip flop went flying two rows up.  At least there were not very many people in the theater and nobody was hurt.  After that I confiscated her shoes and she enjoyed the movie without incident.  I do have to agree with Mallorie. The movie is terrific. I tend to be very selective about the movies I view in the theater but this one in definately a must see on the big screen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-9155261641131943923?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/9155261641131943923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=9155261641131943923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/9155261641131943923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/9155261641131943923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/08/hairspray.html' title='Hairspray'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-1320860777306304932</id><published>2007-08-23T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T18:06:08.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Quick Note</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody!  I thought I would drop a quick line to let you all know we are all still alive and well.  It has been my first week back to work at the center/preschool. I am exhausted.  Mallorie has done well and is really excited about seeing her friends again. It looks like we will have another member of the family working there.  Morgan is starting on Monday.  I like having my kids working close. That way I can keep my eye on them. lol  That is it for now.  I am off to cook dinner, maybe mow the grass(I have half expected to have a note on the door from the homeowners assn. "Mow your yard for crying out loud!") then straight to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-1320860777306304932?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1320860777306304932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=1320860777306304932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/1320860777306304932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/1320860777306304932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-quick-note.html' title='Just a Quick Note'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-7481459770577958124</id><published>2007-08-19T09:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T09:39:22.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics From Ernie's Trip to Sturgis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you find Ernie's bike? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RshUlUHX-uI/AAAAAAAAADs/H7F-3G-WsGM/s1600-h/Sturgis+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RshUlUHX-uI/AAAAAAAAADs/H7F-3G-WsGM/s200/Sturgis+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100419578028620514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the campground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RshUlkHX-vI/AAAAAAAAAD0/zQFuqKCgfPM/s1600-h/Sturgis+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RshUlkHX-vI/AAAAAAAAAD0/zQFuqKCgfPM/s200/Sturgis+143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100419582323587826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The guy that owned the campground was quite a character.  But, he only charged them $10.00 a night.  Awesome deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RshUmEHX-xI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5eqEPe-2oQ8/s1600-h/Sturgis+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RshUmEHX-xI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5eqEPe-2oQ8/s200/Sturgis+147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100419590913522450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernie, Tom(Ernie's Brother)  and one of Tom's friends.  They are at Tom's place in Montana&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RshRV0HX-pI/AAAAAAAAADE/4iWYfKnpv9I/s1600-h/Sturgis+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RshRV0HX-pI/AAAAAAAAADE/4iWYfKnpv9I/s200/Sturgis+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100416013205764754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Ernie's bike after the trip out of Tom's place.  He was not too pleased and I can not repeat the commentary he gave me on the phone.  I told him they should have taken the trailer. But I guess they did not want to load up all their stuff. Keep in mind this bike was built completely from scratch.  No kit.  Ernie did the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RshRWkHX-rI/AAAAAAAAADU/nYnonrYgN7E/s1600-h/Sturgis+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RshRWkHX-rI/AAAAAAAAADU/nYnonrYgN7E/s200/Sturgis+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100416026090666674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low Rider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RshRWkHX-sI/AAAAAAAAADc/ATUkywr44fI/s1600-h/Sturgis+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RshRWkHX-sI/AAAAAAAAADc/ATUkywr44fI/s200/Sturgis+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100416026090666690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is John.  He works with Ernie at UPS.  They made the trip together. He's the one on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RshRXEHX-tI/AAAAAAAAADk/Rc5p9MdP1to/s1600-h/Sturgis+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RshRXEHX-tI/AAAAAAAAADk/Rc5p9MdP1to/s200/Sturgis+074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100416034680601298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The man himself. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RshP_0HX-lI/AAAAAAAAACk/XwFl_8K-UvU/s1600-h/Sturgis+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RshP_0HX-lI/AAAAAAAAACk/XwFl_8K-UvU/s200/Sturgis+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100414535737014866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home away from home. Looks comfy doesn't it? Yeah, me neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RshQAEHX-mI/AAAAAAAAACs/gNCIVDcP_Eg/s1600-h/Sturgis+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RshQAEHX-mI/AAAAAAAAACs/gNCIVDcP_Eg/s200/Sturgis+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100414540031982178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from Tom's deck. The house is in the middle of nowhere and completely self contained. Solar powered and the whole bit, very green. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RshQAUHX-nI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rieRqspaaaU/s1600-h/Sturgis+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RshQAUHX-nI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rieRqspaaaU/s200/Sturgis+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100414544326949490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernie sold his bike while he was there and is now on a mission to build another one.  He has to get started now.  He has eleven &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;months&lt;/span&gt; and two weeks to have it ready for next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-7481459770577958124?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7481459770577958124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=7481459770577958124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/7481459770577958124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/7481459770577958124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/08/sturgis.html' title='Pics From Ernie&apos;s Trip to Sturgis'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RshUlUHX-uI/AAAAAAAAADs/H7F-3G-WsGM/s72-c/Sturgis+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-7724911808688032912</id><published>2007-08-19T08:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T09:00:08.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day of Shopping</title><content type='html'>This weekend is the first we have had free for almost a month and I have been promising the girls we would go shopping.  Mallorie was sooo excited!  She woke up about 5:30, came in rubbing her eyes. "Mom, I waked up now.  I's ready go to the mall.  Want me to wake up girls?"  We spent most of the day at the local outdoor mall.  It was so hot! Fortunately there is a great fountain that shoots water from the sides towards the middle and the kids are able to sit on the low wall and play with the water as it jets out.  Mallorie was soaked from head to toe.  Several passersby stopped to watch her having such a great time. It was hilarious.  Of course I forgot the camera. &lt;br /&gt;Today we are headed out for another day of shopping.  The clutter in the house will just have to wait. I hope everybody has a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-7724911808688032912?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7724911808688032912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=7724911808688032912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/7724911808688032912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/7724911808688032912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/08/another-day-of-shopping.html' title='Another Day of Shopping'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-4367751246838117177</id><published>2007-08-15T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T19:27:09.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School is Back in Session</title><content type='html'>The girls had their first day back at school today.  I think it went well for both of them.  Morgan had some problems with her locker and McKinsey had trouble with her ID but other then that  things went smoothly.  Now my concerns have turned to tomorrow morning.  I have to be to work at 7Am.  Devin will be giving the girls a ride to and from school.  When I let my mind wander there are just too many things that could go wrong.  The milder scenario is that Devin will simply slow down when depositing the girls at their destinations. "Hurry up, get out! NOW!"  I can just hear it,  or "You have 5 seconds to be in the car. 1, 5  too bad, see ya!"  Good times, good times. Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mallorie is doing better with the potty training.  We have 4 days until she goes back to school to get it just right.  I am afraid her teachers are going to be a bit disappointed in me, but you never know she may pull it all together when required to do so. Although this little episode really doesn't support that theory.............She came walking up the stairs a little bit ago.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no! Zoe pooped in my pants again!" throwing her hands down for emphasis. (Now, the dog gets blamed for many things but this was a first.)&lt;br /&gt;"I told her to poop outside, but she didn't listen."  shaking her head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mallorie, who pooped in your pants?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Otay I did (with very sad eyes) but I tan't open the door to go outside. (shrugging her shoulders.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, maybe I better give her teachers a phone call, just so they are prepared. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-4367751246838117177?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4367751246838117177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=4367751246838117177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/4367751246838117177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/4367751246838117177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/08/school-is-back-in-session.html' title='School is Back in Session'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-1800802912499374497</id><published>2007-08-11T06:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T06:54:33.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Quick Bits of Info</title><content type='html'>Good morning all.  I am just going to leave a few pieces of information today.  I tried to post yesterday.  I really thought it was a bit entertaining....then it was gone, just gone.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Devin is home.  He had a summer full of fun and hard work.  His trip back from western kansas was long, flat tire, etc. I think he is happy to be here.  He did pause briefly to greet me on his way to the garage to salivate over his new motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mallorie is very happy he is home.  He left for about ten minutes on an errand.  The crocodile tears were swelling in her eyes. It took a little bit to convince her he was coming back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Ernie should be home late tonight from his trip to Sturgis.  Hopefully he took lots of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  The girls start school Wednesday.  It will be Morgan's first day at the high school (sophmore).  McKinsey will be starting junior high as a 7th grader.  I know Morgan is feeling the stress. I sure wish I could make it easier on her.  She really wanted to attend a different high school where most of her friends are going but I just did not see how we could make it work right now.  It is at least a twenty minute drive and she was not real open to riding the bus so.......  I know she will do great.  It just makes a momma worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Devin goes back to school on Thursday. He is a junior!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Mallorie is going back to preschool.  I have to say it is not any easier for me, no matter what age they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later........my brain just died.  I know better then attempt this prior to morning coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-1800802912499374497?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1800802912499374497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=1800802912499374497' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/1800802912499374497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/1800802912499374497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/08/few-quick-bits-of-info.html' title='A Few Quick Bits of Info'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-8972843636177734060</id><published>2007-08-05T16:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T16:46:18.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Husband will be so Proud</title><content type='html'>The girls and I have had a very productive weekend thus far. We have made huge headway on organizing the basement and at the moment we are preparing to paint.  But the really insane part is that we all got up at 5:30 AM, loaded up the truck and went to the flea market.  Ernie will be so proud!  I made $100.oo, not bad for a couple hours in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the girls to Coldstone last night to reward them for all their hard work.  I found bliss in a cup.  I tried the "Cake and Shake" for the first time.  It was like drinking vanilla cake batter.  Now, I understand that to some of you that may be gross, but for me that is the best part of a cake.  Mallorie was hooked as well, so now I know what to get her and the plus side.... it's not nearly as messy as the blue, cotton candy flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better get back to work.   If I sit much longer I won't want to get back up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-8972843636177734060?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8972843636177734060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=8972843636177734060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/8972843636177734060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/8972843636177734060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-husband-will-be-so-proud.html' title='My Husband will be so Proud'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-3416546873616792871</id><published>2007-08-04T09:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T09:53:01.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Gone and I am Overhauling the House</title><content type='html'>Ernie left for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sturgis&lt;/span&gt; about 11:00 last night.  I wanted to get pictures but our street was so dark they did not turn out.  He called a few minutes ago and they were almost there.  No, I was not invited nor did I want to go.  They will be camping in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;somebody's&lt;/span&gt; back yard for a week and from what I understand there is no mall!  I am certain he will have a great time.  But what am I really excited about?...... I am using this time to clean out the basement/storage room.  I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;seperating&lt;/span&gt; everything into three piles:  Sell, Goodwill and Trash.  I am sure you are asking why I have to wait for my husband to take a major vacation away from his family in order to get this done.  Ernie simply is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;packrat&lt;/span&gt; and I know (because of experience) he will have tons of "Hey I might use that someday" comments.  Thus I am doing this while he is gone avoiding all of that.  I told the girls if they help me I will put a ping pong table down there because I plan on having lots of extra space.  I have already posted a lot of things on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Craigslist&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;McKinsey&lt;/span&gt; and I had a great time last night checking out the site for things that people are wanting to buy.  There was loads of interest in many of the things Ernie has in the garage. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;. No. I do consider myself a fairly smart girl but can't you just imagine the look on his face if he came home to an empty garage and a new living room set. "Priceless!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everybody for showing concern while I was sick.  I have not been that sick for awhile.  I am not sure if it was  psychosomatic&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or not, but while we were riding a water ride at the amusement park I got a ton of putrid, nasty water in my mouth because I was laughing so hard.  At that moment I remember thinking "I am probably going to be sick later".  So I figure I have three choices.....1) I made myself sick by thinking about it. 2) I had a bug and was going to get sick anyway. 3) It came from the gross water at the park. Oh well, moral of the story....... Keep your mouth shut.  Funny but that advice works in many situations doesn't it? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my coffee cup is empty and Mallorie is hanging on my neck telling me knock knock jokes.  Her favorite?  Knock, knock!........Who's there?..........Boo!............Boo Who?..........Don't cry, it's just a joke!  So off to work! Everybody have a great day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-3416546873616792871?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3416546873616792871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=3416546873616792871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/3416546873616792871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/3416546873616792871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/08/hes-gone-and-i-am-overhauling-house.html' title='He&apos;s Gone and I am Overhauling the House'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-963476729570946591</id><published>2007-08-01T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T08:26:52.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Down With the Flu</title><content type='html'>I have the stomach flu! Yuck! I have been sick since Saturday. I think I feel better today, still a little weak and pukey.  Everyone has seemed to manage okay on their own.  Although Mals keeps coming to me saying, "Wate up, it is time to wate up now Mommy!"  I am torn between getting up to spend some quality time with my little one and laying in a prone position because the room spins everytime I move. Hopefully today will be better. The sofa is calling to me, better go. I will post again when I am healthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-963476729570946591?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/963476729570946591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=963476729570946591' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/963476729570946591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/963476729570946591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/08/down-with-flu.html' title='Down With the Flu'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-6703302053826629060</id><published>2007-07-28T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T12:04:11.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tons 'o Fun</title><content type='html'>We have had company for a few days.  Some friends were visiting from Western Kansas, so we took in several of the local sights.  The kids all had a great time.  I did too.  We had lots of laughing, catching up, eating and roller coaster riding.  Not necessarily in that order.  For the most part Mals had lots of fun with only one complaint.  While at Worlds of Fun we decided to take in a musical show, which was an extremely loud and somewhat pitchy performance.  It was obvious the long, hot day was taking its' toll on the performers.  After leaving the theater I bent down and asked Mals if she liked the music.  "Huh?"  I repeated the question. "What? I tink my ears is boken." lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big girls went on ride after ride.  (It was actually a first time roller coaster experience for a couple of our guests.)  The lines were relatively short.  They went from one end of the park to the other, over and over.  I, on the other had was relatively content to sit on a bench eating my kettle corn and people watching.  Even though I am exhausted I know if I had tried to keep up with the girls all day I would be dead, literally.  There is nothing like pushing a stroller up and down hills all night to remind a person how extremely out of shape they are! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/Rqt0FUsNHrI/AAAAAAAAACE/XeejxRMd8MY/s1600-h/July+2007+168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/Rqt0FUsNHrI/AAAAAAAAACE/XeejxRMd8MY/s200/July+2007+168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092291438474763954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/Rqt0OEsNHsI/AAAAAAAAACM/ZBEszCalC18/s1600-h/July+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/Rqt0OEsNHsI/AAAAAAAAACM/ZBEszCalC18/s200/July+2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092291588798619330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/Rqt0aUsNHtI/AAAAAAAAACU/NuSWXqZXNB8/s1600-h/July+2007+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/Rqt0aUsNHtI/AAAAAAAAACU/NuSWXqZXNB8/s200/July+2007+171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092291799252016850" 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;So our friends have left and now it is time to get back to real life.  Cleaning, paying bills and ("ugh") watching what  I  eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-6703302053826629060?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/6703302053826629060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=6703302053826629060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/6703302053826629060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/6703302053826629060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/07/tons-o-fun.html' title='Tons &apos;o Fun'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/Rqt0FUsNHrI/AAAAAAAAACE/XeejxRMd8MY/s72-c/July+2007+168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-2579681111692688487</id><published>2007-07-25T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T16:17:46.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddoo Come Home Please!</title><content type='html'>Several times today when the phone rang Malsy would pipe up "It's Daddoo (aka Big Brother) tell him to come home right now.  I miss him". Sooo, Devin if you are reading this........somebody very special misses you a great deal.  When Devin was gone for three months last summer I was afraid Mallorie would need to get to know him again. (She was only a year and 1/2.) But no, she had absolutely no problem.  We met him in Topeka and she flew right into his arms.  So this summer I feel confident the scene will be repeated.   Her big brother and big sisters adore her and I have to say feeling is mutual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-2579681111692688487?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2579681111692688487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=2579681111692688487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/2579681111692688487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/2579681111692688487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/07/daddoo-come-home-please.html' title='Daddoo Come Home Please!'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-4422831180668684095</id><published>2007-07-23T08:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T08:19:22.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody.  I don't have much to share, not that I ever do anyway.  I have been under the weather since Friday afternoon.  I  have spent a great deal of time on the couch this weekend.  I bought groceries Friday because I could feel it coming on.  I have barely been out the door since.  Poor Mals wore the same PJ's all day Saturday and Sunday(I did too). I have yardwork that needs done and I have company coming Wednesday and the house has seen better days.  I am afraid to look in Devin's room.  When he left for the summer I simply closed the door.  I have been trying to stir up the courage to venture inside ever since.  Once I go in, I may not come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Malsy has made it her job to congratulate Kinz when she goes to the bathroom.  McKinsey said she waits outside the door for her the with big eyes, "Did you go potty? High Five! Let's get you a sticker!  Do you want to move a ticket?" She has not done it to the rest of us.  I think she is  confident in our potty skills.  I'm sure she feels McKinsey just needs a little encouragement and she will get it right. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-4422831180668684095?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4422831180668684095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=4422831180668684095' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/4422831180668684095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/4422831180668684095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/07/long-weekend.html' title='Long Weekend'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-8861789664646318255</id><published>2007-07-19T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T20:36:34.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Short and (I Wish, More) Sweet(s).</title><content type='html'>I did not eat the cupcake.  I went to bed.  Don't be too impressed.  I have been eating a lot of &lt;a href="http://annesfood.blogspot.com/2007/07/crispy-eggs.html"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like the girls and I eat a lot of eggs for dinner anyway, so I thought I would try to shake things up a little bit.  Though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mals&lt;/span&gt; is sticking with her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt;, good 'ole scrambled eggs and you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;guessed&lt;/span&gt; it...... ranch dressing.  Ugh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the morning at the pool today.  It was great.  The forecast called for rain and there was enough of a cloud cover to keep the neighbors away.  So we had it all to ourselves.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;McKinsey&lt;/span&gt; found a frog in the drain.  We decided we had to rescue the poor guy so I grabbed a small net and proceeded to save a life.  I lifted the cover off the hole and scooped (I use this term loosely.  For the most part I shoved the net until I hit something solid then did an upward motion &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;similar&lt;/span&gt; to throwing a granny ball.) right in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;McKinsey's&lt;/span&gt; direction. Of course there was a lot of running and squealing. The girls managed to make some noise too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mals&lt;/span&gt; decided she had enough.  She walked to her chair, toweled off and sat in the wagon until it was time to go.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;guess&lt;/span&gt; she wasn't going to take any chances on finding another frog in the pool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better get.  I am told Mallorie has been dipping her granola bar in...........ranch dressing.  She is now throwing a small tantrum because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kinz&lt;/span&gt; told her "That is just gross!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My insides are crying "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Calgon&lt;/span&gt;, chocolate cupcakes.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Calgon&lt;/span&gt;, chocolate cupcakes." Although &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Krispy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Kreme&lt;/span&gt; does have a whole wheat donut now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Hmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.  I am sure it must be better for you.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Shhhh&lt;/span&gt;, please don't unravel the little lies I tell myself.  Sometimes they are all I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-8861789664646318255?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8861789664646318255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=8861789664646318255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/8861789664646318255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/8861789664646318255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/07/short-and-i-wish-more-sweets.html' title='Short and (I Wish, More) Sweet(s).'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-4232784468703613637</id><published>2007-07-17T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T20:15:27.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Might Want to Look Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/Rp1kkgXVTyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ukUFnG3EB28/s1600-h/cupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/Rp1kkgXVTyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ukUFnG3EB28/s200/cupcake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088333732324396834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I probably should not be posting anything at this time.  I have severe PMS and am practically incapable of stringing a sentence together.  I feel extremely anxious and keep finding myself searching out yummy treats like this decadent cupcake.  I keep telling myself if I give in I will undo in 5 minutes what I have worked very hard to do in the last ten days.  Which is getting harder to justify.  I have exercised everyday, drank tons of water and really tried to watch what I have eaten and NOTHING.  I realize  my system  is in shock. " What the heck? Are you trying to starve yourself? I can hear it speaking to me right now!  So I am sure it (my system) is trying to hang onto every pound it possibly can.  Will I give in?  I don't know.  It is quite the inner battle and my double chin is beginning to grow on me, which is leaning me in the "yes" direction.  So we shall see.  Maybe I will just eat a boiled egg white and go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, Mallorie just heard the egg timer and yelled.  "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ohp&lt;/span&gt;, time to go potty gen!"  She just went ten minutes ago.  But now that I have been setting the timer every hour as a reminder, she has become trained to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; she hears that sound.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devin started his new job yesterday but was really disappointed when the guy decided to give him $2.00 less per hour then initially promised.  I think it was kind of a dirty trick and know that Devin is worth far more then that.  I am not sure if he is going to stick it out, I admire the fact that he went back for a second day, but at the same time think he might want to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am job hunting as well and honestly trying to do that while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PMSing&lt;/span&gt; is not the best of experiences.  But, on the plus side.  I have not burst into tears, sobbing "I'm the worst mother in the world!" So maybe the whole watching what I eat thing is showing positive results after all.  But man, what I wouldn't pay to be able to eat that chocolate cupcake with no consequences right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-4232784468703613637?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4232784468703613637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=4232784468703613637' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/4232784468703613637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/4232784468703613637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-might-want-to-look-away.html' title='You Might Want to Look Away'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/Rp1kkgXVTyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ukUFnG3EB28/s72-c/cupcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-5977935741211938661</id><published>2007-07-15T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T18:40:58.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RpqvJwXVTxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gixYSO4kZ4k/s1600-h/July+2007+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RpqvJwXVTxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gixYSO4kZ4k/s200/July+2007+133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087571311204847378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She did it! Yeah! Mals managed to stay dry for well over 24 hours. She is well on her way to her a second day with a well deserved reward.  She has chosen the to go to the play park if all goes well. So my faith is restored.  I am becoming more positive that she will not be wearing a pullup underneath her gown at her high school graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, we drove to Topeka today to pick up a street bike(motorcycle) for Devin.  I am not sure who is more excited, father or son.  Devin has not seen it and probably will not for awhile. He is still as Grandpa's.  He has a new job at a motorcycle shop in Garden City, so I do not know when he plans on coming home.  I think the only person he misses right now is Mal.  That will probably be the biggest draw to come back to KC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernie brought 5 HUGE zucchini home the other night.  I thought I would make zucchini bread to take to the hospice house.  I wanted to try out my recipe first  because it has been ages since I have used it.  I was VERY disappointed and think I will end up scrapping it all. Aaah, the project took me like two hours and now I feel like it was a major waste of time.  I hate that, and to think with that two hours I could have been taking a nap. Looks like the hospice house will be getting good old Toll House Cookies instead.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go.  Supper to cook and laundry to do and of course we have a playground to go to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-5977935741211938661?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/5977935741211938661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=5977935741211938661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/5977935741211938661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/5977935741211938661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/07/picture-of-success.html' title='Picture of Success'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RpqvJwXVTxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gixYSO4kZ4k/s72-c/July+2007+133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-4815904641104106521</id><published>2007-07-14T12:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T13:11:14.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Chart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RpkPIgXVTvI/AAAAAAAAABk/mPy79551Ncg/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RpkPIgXVTvI/AAAAAAAAABk/mPy79551Ncg/s200/Picture+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087113892892856050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RpkPCwXVTuI/AAAAAAAAABc/gjwnkoMmfnc/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RpkPCwXVTuI/AAAAAAAAABc/gjwnkoMmfnc/s200/Picture+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087113794108608226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mallorie has helped to create her own potty chart which has gone into effect today.  She is very proud and so far she has managed to stay dry.  I do realize the day is only half over.  But, the criteria is not dry drawers all day.  The objective is to sit on the potty as much as possible.  She gets to move a ticket after each attempt.  At the end of the day when all tickets have been moved she gets a reward.  Today her reward choice is ICE CREAM.  I'm thinking.... if this is successfull I may have to put in a special request for Starbucks tomorrow.  She has been thrilled with her accomplishment and high fiving all over the place.  Let's hope the motivation will continue to build.  I don't think this will take long.  She was basically potty trained until the big changes took place.  Please note the &lt;a href="http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/07/froggie-rain-boots.html"&gt;green boots&lt;/a&gt; as mentioned in a previous post. To be continued........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-4815904641104106521?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4815904641104106521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=4815904641104106521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/4815904641104106521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/4815904641104106521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/07/potty-chart.html' title='Potty Chart'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RpkPIgXVTvI/AAAAAAAAABk/mPy79551Ncg/s72-c/Picture+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-255882622341596355</id><published>2007-07-14T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T10:11:35.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Popcorn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RpjmtgXVTtI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ngt0f5lWvLQ/s1600-h/3102754339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RpjmtgXVTtI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ngt0f5lWvLQ/s200/3102754339.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087069448571277010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mallorie and I began our usual Saturday morning routine.  We are always the only ones up until at least 9:00. (Unless I insist otherwise.) I was in the laundry room starting a load while Mallorie was in the family room watching &lt;a href="http://atv.disney.go.com/playhouse/jojoscircus/index.html"&gt;Jo Jo's Circus&lt;/a&gt;.  (This was always a sure bet to buy myself 5 minutes to do something.  You know the luxuries like going to the bathroom, scrubbing the toilet or getting my clothes on, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;.  Not anymore!) I must have taken longer then I thought.  Here comes Mallorie walking in with a fresh and perfectly popped bag of popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I tan't eat it yet.  Too hot! Open it, pleeeeez."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mallorie, where did you get that? Who popped that for you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I tan do it.  I pushed the buttons."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can imagine the horrible images that begin to flash through my mind.  On the moderate end of these thoughts is the mental picture of her sitting in front of the microwave with her forehead plastered to the door watching the popcorn go round and round.  Can you say brain damage, radiation poisoning.  "Aaaaaah! Calm down, don't hypervenilate." I say to myself.  At least her tiny fingers show no signs of burns and she did bring the bag to me unopened. At the moment she is blissfully eating her popcorn.  Once again this is the child that is NOT potty trained.  BTW, this morning, as usual I asked her if she wanted to sit on her potty and read books.  Her response.... "No tanks, I don't have time right now." No time? Is her schedule that pressing?  I think NOT.   I quess I am learning you can lead a kid to the potty but you can't make 'em pee. The other lesson learned today?  Mallorie will be my laundry assistant from now on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-255882622341596355?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/255882622341596355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=255882622341596355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/255882622341596355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/255882622341596355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/07/popcorn.html' title='Popcorn'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RpjmtgXVTtI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ngt0f5lWvLQ/s72-c/3102754339.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-6286646588243134282</id><published>2007-07-12T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T21:11:50.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day at the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer: This post starts out sweet but gets rather bitter by the end.  If you wear lipstick to the park I do not reccoment reading any further&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent what should have been a blissful three hours at the playground today.  The temp was a moderate 82 degrees with a slight breeze.  I sat back simply enjoying the day.  Then...... I fell into the mommy trap.  Or rather the mommy trap fell into me.   I scouted the playgound. Always checking for another mom who appears relatively normal and looks as though they could be relied upon to deliver some decent conversation.  When we arrived this afternoon there were none to be found.  I took a seat under a tree and prepared to soak it all in(I might add there are MANY shade trees at this play park.)  Just as I became comfortable the "Lipstick Mommies" arrived.  You know the ones that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; look perfect.  Hair done and of course lipstick with liner even.  I wear lipstick, all the time as a matter of fact.  I just don't wear it to the playground, on nature walks or to ball games.  Boy did I feel sloppy in my t-shirt, shorts and ball cap! Silly me.  Of course as they began walking my way I just had to make eye contact.  Stupid, Stupid, Stupid!  The small talk began pleasantly enough. "How old is yours?"  2 1/2 " Wow, what percentile is she in? She's so small.  Does she eat?" this was said with raised eyebrows and head cocked to the side even. I really did not think it merited a response. If you want to know the truth I could not think of a sarcastic comeback.  Boy do I have some good ones now! Ha! The talk soon turned to gossip and I quickly glazed over and withdrew into myself for a mini nap.  I'm pretty sure after going so many nights without sleep I have learned to compensate. Somewhat like a dolphin by letting half my brain sleep at time.  This was a golden opportunity.   After they left I was able to reflect for a bit.  You know what?  Who cares if I don't jog 5 miles a day.  So what if my only idea of exercise is doing 20 minutes of yoga with my two year old three times a week?  BTW, she is always impressed with my "Pose of the Dancer".  Who cares if my hair has not seen a blow dryer or curling iron in two weeks?  Who cares if my suburban has 6 months of cookie crumbs under the car seat? (That last one was not brought on by the Lipstick Moms, it just makes me feel better.)  At least I know I can go home and proudly say I have not said one bad thing or gossiped about anybody in a very long time.  Well, until now. D--n those Lipstick Moms!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-6286646588243134282?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/6286646588243134282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=6286646588243134282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/6286646588243134282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/6286646588243134282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-at-park.html' title='Day at the Park'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-4951020200908859553</id><published>2007-07-12T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T21:12:49.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ode" To Craigslist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RpbQhgXVTsI/AAAAAAAAABM/I5Ki4JYRPOM/s1600-h/01010201020101030820070709675b5fb1a4366ccdce00fb86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RpbQhgXVTsI/AAAAAAAAABM/I5Ki4JYRPOM/s200/01010201020101030820070709675b5fb1a4366ccdce00fb86.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086482103203614402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at this awesome slide I picked up off of &lt;a href="http://www.craigslist.org/"&gt;craigslist.org&lt;/a&gt; for ten bucks.  E and D were always shopping on Craiglist and finding motorcycle parts etc.  Until about 6 weeks ago I had no idea the jewels it contains.  I am incredibly addicted now and there seems to be no end to the great finds.  It is better then any garage sale.  Once you click your major city all you have to do is enter the item you are looking for.  The matches are pulled up with the corresponding suburb.  Love it! Ernie listed a mower for sale.  He had ten emails in the first two hours and it was gone by that afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-4951020200908859553?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4951020200908859553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=4951020200908859553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/4951020200908859553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/4951020200908859553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/07/ode-to-craigslist.html' title='&quot;Ode&quot; To Craigslist'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RpbQhgXVTsI/AAAAAAAAABM/I5Ki4JYRPOM/s72-c/01010201020101030820070709675b5fb1a4366ccdce00fb86.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-4570318133981237575</id><published>2007-07-11T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T20:52:16.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Long(short?) Night</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately I have had another sleepless night.  I am operating on fumes at the moment. I am simply trying to stay awake so I can keep Mals up as long as possible.  Last night she was up from 2 until 4.  She did have a tummy ache.  Once the little belly was rubbed and all tooting was over she was able to relaxe and fall back to sleep.  At 6 AM I awoke to my arm being pulled like a rubber band. "Mommy, it is time to wake up now!  Get up! Get Up! No sleeping all day!"  I groaned loudly as she opened my eyelids.  I leapt out of bed as she stuck her finger in my mouth and pulled on my cheek. That did the trick! I managed to stay awake all day, although I think I may have dozed off briefly while checking my email this afternoon. lol I woke up mid sentence and was not really sure how I got to that point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Wednesdays are a highlight around our house.  My girls and I love the show &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scifi.com/ghosthunters/"&gt;Ghosthunters&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;We are normally not at all drawn to this genre, but I find Grant and Jason oddly irresistable in a creepy brotherly sort of way. Prior to this I wouldn't even let my kids watch Casper.  I am intrigued by their investigations.  So on Wednesday evenings there is no talk of an after dinner walk or sipping iced tea on the back deck.  We are all about watching our show, then the conversation is something like... "What do you think?"  I don't know. What do you think?"  "I don't know."  Deep thinkers, aren't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since for the moment I am not allowed to talk about the teens, I will not mention the dozen red roses and teddy bear that Mo Mo received via FTD this afternoon.  Pssst...... All of you with her email address be sure to sharply quiz her about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment Mals is sitting on my lap with her feet on the desk singing "Yellow Submarine" at full volume.  Maybe I should rethink that after dinner walk.  Anything to get this girl into a relaxed state and ready for a FULL nights sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-4570318133981237575?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4570318133981237575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=4570318133981237575' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/4570318133981237575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/4570318133981237575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/07/another-longshort-night.html' title='Another Long(short?) Night'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-6381218995968960086</id><published>2007-07-10T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T21:11:51.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Time is Bedtime?</title><content type='html'>I am completely exhausted this evening.  We did not do anything today.   We lounged by the pool and in the afternoon I managed to drag my rear end around the block for a walk.  But, oh yes! Now I remember! Malsy woke up at 3:30 AM ready to face the day.  To me, that truly is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; the butt crack of dawn. As she faced the day with a smile and a skip, I warmed up coffee from yesterday in a feeble attempt to become human.  Didn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been waking up in the night quite often.  Fourth of July,  pre-dawn she came to me shaking like a leaf, claiming there was a worm in her bed.  Being the wonderful mother that I am,  I burst into laughter. "Did the worm talk to you?" response, "Yes him talked to me. Him said I scare you"  So any of you planning on staying for the night anytime soon.  Beware. We have an infestation of talking worms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news the potty training has come to a complete halt.  We have had several major changes at home lately and Mals has totally regressed.  I will ask her to go potty. "No tanks.  I is a baby now. Get me a diaper. K?"  Yeah, I know exactly what you are thinking.  I am the mother of three children who were completely trained before their second birthdays.  But, as noted in the prior post, I was much more rigid then.  Anyway, I have decided to completely back off.  We do stroll down the big girl undies aisle at Target at every visit. "Look at those pretty undies!  Don't you wish you went potty on the toilet all the time so you could have undies like that?"  response- "No tanks.  We can buy Blues Clues Diapers. K?"  She changes them herself for crying out loud. lol  Oh well, for now I will let it ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt;  For the record, I do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;favor Mallorie any more then my other children.  I realize she has been the topic of all my posts thus far. Unfortunately the content regarding my teens is being closely monitored and scrutinized.  Therefore leaving me sparse information to share with the general public.  As their general interest in my blog wears off, I plan to share all areas of their lives that I deem blogging material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Guest/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-6381218995968960086?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/6381218995968960086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=6381218995968960086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/6381218995968960086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/6381218995968960086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/07/very-tiwered-tonight.html' title='What Time is Bedtime?'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-5787756183128759185</id><published>2007-07-09T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T19:43:38.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Froggie Rain Boots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RpLRmhPslgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/glZl63iG_Eo/s1600-h/July+2007+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RpLRmhPslgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/glZl63iG_Eo/s200/July+2007+108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085357388944152066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are Malsy's favorite shoes.  This pair of boots has traveled many more places then we have had rainy days.  She sleeps in them and I have to say they do go very well with Dora night gowns.  This simple pair of boots help Mallorie to display her personality for the world to see.  Often she snubs the brightly colored Stride Rite sneakers in lieu of her lovable boots. I have to say they symbolize something for me as well. When Mal's brother and sisters were little, I NEVER would have let them wear these boots unless it was raining and they coordinated very well with the perfectly matching outfit they were wearing at the time.  Now, I simply grin with pride at the independent soul that is marching down the sidewalk in her green frog boots, mini skirt, and tangled hair that has not seen a pony tail holder in ages.  I know the older kiddos are well balanced and theoretically did not suffer because they did not have green frog boots.  (I do remember Devin wearing shorts and cowboy boots to the grocery store once.) I still wish I had let them be freer in spirit. Hmmmm, I wonder exactly what sizes these boots come in......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-5787756183128759185?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/5787756183128759185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=5787756183128759185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/5787756183128759185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/5787756183128759185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/07/froggie-rain-boots.html' title='Froggie Rain Boots'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RpLRmhPslgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/glZl63iG_Eo/s72-c/July+2007+108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913591381466875770.post-2958046559224224605</id><published>2007-07-09T08:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T18:01:39.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RpKVchPslfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VQboawZ-bLg/s1600-h/763128208_ec1c055db8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RpKVchPslfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VQboawZ-bLg/s200/763128208_ec1c055db8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085291246447793650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been greatly inspired by several friends and family members, who are dedicated bloggers, to follow suit and begin a blog of my own.  I have been failing miserably at the whole nightly diary writing and think this will be therapeutic for me as well as insightful for my four children (upon reaching adulthood) as to why they have been sending Mom and Dad therapy bills for many years. HA!  So for now I plan on dwelling, whining, rolling in the stench of self pity and otherwise detailing every non-exciting moment of my life as a mommy of four.  My life may not be thrilling but it is rewarding because so far(crossing my fingers, that is the key to parenthood, you know) I have three amazing teens and one ridiculously beautiful two year old.  Speaking of who, Malsy(not her real name) is currently sitting under my computer chair drawing on my legs with a pen.  Yeah!  I can wear shorts today.  I was feeling a bit self concious about my vericose veins but it seems that has been taken care of for me.  Well, better go! The day has begun, we are still in our pj's and there is much to do today.  I have been off work for a week and managed to procrastinate to the fullest extent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913591381466875770-2958046559224224605?l=dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2958046559224224605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4913591381466875770&amp;postID=2958046559224224605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/2958046559224224605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913591381466875770/posts/default/2958046559224224605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlookatmeimonlythemom.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-one.html' title='Day One'/><author><name>Terrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142664275728809715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozcHBI9Ti94/RpKVchPslfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VQboawZ-bLg/s72-c/763128208_ec1c055db8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
