<?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-4836752777733389880</id><updated>2012-01-09T15:34:08.734-05:00</updated><category term='Erica'/><category term='Sundays'/><category term='Tarah'/><category term='Miti'/><category term='Nan'/><category term='Saturdays'/><category term='Mimi'/><title type='text'>Five Moms &amp; A Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Five Moms &amp;amp; A Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17153776487204334923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/Sg2EDDy-OHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/tfz_tMYxMWk/S220/5MomsButton.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>332</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-98290932216021662</id><published>2010-11-11T10:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T10:31:18.636-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miti'/><title type='text'>Gap's Give and Get Program</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/TFCKC2JSKEI/AAAAAAAABQI/RHxVGASRlGk/s1600/thumbsup3picniked.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/TFCKC2JSKEI/AAAAAAAABQI/RHxVGASRlGk/s1600/thumbsup3picniked.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello, out there!&amp;nbsp; LONG time no see!&amp;nbsp; I've been away for quite a while just living life to the fullest.&amp;nbsp; How blessed am I that I have the privilege of making that statement?!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, as I was reading a friend's blog, I learned that Gap has developed a program called the &lt;a href="http://gap.p.delivery.net/m/p/gap/gcan/gpjump.asp?p=bp/bp_holiday2010.html"&gt;Give and Get Program&lt;/a&gt;, designed to raise funds for charities and,  in return, rewarding it's consumers for their participation.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; With just a click of a button, a charity of your choosing will receive 5% of the proceeds of your purchases while you get a discount of 30%.&amp;nbsp; That's pretty amazing!&amp;nbsp; It's a way of helping those in need while helping ourselves as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Purchases can be made, November 11- November 14, 2010, at the following stores:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gap&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Republic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Old Navy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Republic Factory Store&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gap Outlet in-store&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose The Leukemia &amp;amp; Lymphoma Society.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span originaltag="yes" style="color: #707070; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span originaltag="yes" style="color: #d31145; font-family: Trebuchet MS,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span originaltag="yes" style="color: #707070; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span originaltag="yes" style="color: #d31145; font-family: Trebuchet MS,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span originaltag="yes" style="color: #d31145; font-family: Trebuchet MS,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://gap.p.delivery.net/m/p/gap/gcan/gpjump.asp?p=bp/bp_holiday2010.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to help a charity of your choosing :o)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;With ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span originaltag="yes" style="color: #707070; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span originaltag="yes" style="color: #d31145; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span originaltag="yes" style="color: #707070; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span originaltag="yes" style="color: #d31145; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span originaltag="yes" style="color: #d31145; font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span originaltag="yes" style="color: black; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-98290932216021662?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/98290932216021662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/11/gaps-give-and-get-program.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/98290932216021662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/98290932216021662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/11/gaps-give-and-get-program.html' title='Gap&apos;s Give and Get Program'/><author><name>Miti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04193736084148703508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/ScxDaVW9ThI/AAAAAAAAASo/7nh3KPf9Lnw/S220/102copy-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/TFCKC2JSKEI/AAAAAAAABQI/RHxVGASRlGk/s72-c/thumbsup3picniked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-2297569572856236831</id><published>2010-11-02T03:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T03:08:17.998-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nan'/><title type='text'>Umbrellas Are For Cowards</title><content type='html'>Did you all pass out in surprise when &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/11/willow-tree-kids.html#comments"&gt;Erica &lt;/a&gt;posted yesterday?  I'll bet you thought we Five Moms were lost in a pile of laundry somewhere, didn't you?  Wasn't her &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/11/willow-tree-kids.html#comments"&gt;idea &lt;/a&gt;adorable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to blog about something equally brilliant.  Unfortunately you're just stuck with my ramblings, because I haven't been working on anything other than my tan, and that isn't going so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I fixed my hair all cute and then proceeded to watch all my stylin' wash away in the rain.  And I do mean RAIN, we are talking Noah's Ark rain, people.  My. Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the problem: I don't like to wear a hat in the rain because it ruins my hairstyle.  I don't like to wear a hood in the rain because it ruins my hairstyle.  I don't like to wear my HAIR in the rain because it ruins my hairstyle.  "Umbrellas are for cowards!" I cry as I run outside and totally throw caution (and my hair) to the winds.....and the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely pretty much 100% categorically refuse to carry an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umbrellas are a nuisance.  Who wants to carry an umbrella, look at all the fun you'd be missing?  When you refuse to carry an umbrella:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can have the crazy thrill of running through a parking lot as fast as you can, hoping that it's not raining as much as it looks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can experience that wonderful moment when a big drip cascades down your neck, down your back and between your shoulder blades&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your hair can be a quick change artist - from full to flat in 5.7 seconds.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can experience what it would be like to take a shower with everything on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can experience the fun as your mascara burns your eyes and runs down your face.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can look like a raccoon with your rings of mascara all around the eyes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can have an excuse to change your clothes several times a day, as no one would expect you to remain in wet clothes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can listen to the squeak, squeak, squeak of your shoes as you walk through the store and everyone turns to stare at you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can have the thrill of discovery as you realize that you have a hole in the bottom of your shoe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can cry in the rain and no one will ever know, unless you do the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;big ugly cry&lt;/span&gt;, in which case everyone will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can come in all wet from outside and look at someone blankly when they brightly ask "Oh, is it raining outside?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; On the other hand, there could be lots of fun carrying an umbrella too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You could smack people with it if they are walking too slow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You could use it to pick up gum off the ground if you're feeling hungry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You could wave it around and yell "I am Mary Poppins.  Follow me if you want to learn how to fly!!!!" and start running away fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You could use it as a cane when your legs start to ache from all that running.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You could carry it upside down and use it to carry your groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You could hide behind it and play peek-a-boo with total strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You could buy one in every color to match your wardrobe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; The possibilities are endless, but I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;may &lt;/span&gt;rethink my umbrella policy, although I have yet to see 007 with an umbrella.  So, tell me, do YOU use an umbrella when it's raining or do you like living dangerously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/171/E9C62A96D45C82F30D07B67B073A1845.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-2297569572856236831?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2297569572856236831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/11/umbrellas-are-for-cowards.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/2297569572856236831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/2297569572856236831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/11/umbrellas-are-for-cowards.html' title='Umbrellas Are For Cowards'/><author><name>momstheword</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVvycVFRgsI/SfoyUBtB18I/AAAAAAAAAWo/KBrwAhH9S58/S220/s1400204944_30105416_2983125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-3054872592920323647</id><published>2010-11-01T07:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T07:56:00.185-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erica'/><title type='text'>Willow Tree Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finally completed my project!&lt;br /&gt;And I absolutely love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MY WILLOW TREE KIDS...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/TMq2vCqmlQI/AAAAAAAAAgg/heR8KYh55Yc/s1600/WillowTreeKids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533436011463742722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/TMq2vCqmlQI/AAAAAAAAAgg/heR8KYh55Yc/s400/WillowTreeKids.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-3054872592920323647?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3054872592920323647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/11/willow-tree-kids.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/3054872592920323647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/3054872592920323647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/11/willow-tree-kids.html' title='Willow Tree Kids'/><author><name>Five Moms &amp;amp; A Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17153776487204334923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/Sg2EDDy-OHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/tfz_tMYxMWk/S220/5MomsButton.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/TMq2vCqmlQI/AAAAAAAAAgg/heR8KYh55Yc/s72-c/WillowTreeKids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-2409399362815816005</id><published>2010-09-28T02:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T03:10:56.488-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nan'/><title type='text'>It's Not Wallpaper, It's Hairpaper</title><content type='html'>Here are ten things you don't want your husband to hear you say when you are removing wallpaper and he is in the other room within earshot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Uh oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  ooooooops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Wow, that scratch looks pretty deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Hmmm, I wonder if I can hide that behind a picture frame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Wow, who knew you could put a hole in the sheetrock like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Good grief, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;another &lt;/span&gt;one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I can't believe that sheetrock is so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fragile&lt;/span&gt;.  I mean, after all, it has ROCK in its name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Why did I ever decide to remove this in the first place??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  I think I changed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will be removing wallpaper for a very long time, sigh.  Maybe we should just close the door and put "caution" tape across it.  Distressed is "in" right now, but not sure that the walls would qualify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I was watching a little t.v. and my husband pulled a piece of wallpaper out of my hair.  Maybe I'll start a new trend.  Care to join me?  What will you be wearing in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/171/E9C62A96D45C82F30D07B67B073A1845.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-2409399362815816005?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2409399362815816005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-not-wallpaper-its-hairpaper.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/2409399362815816005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/2409399362815816005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-not-wallpaper-its-hairpaper.html' title='It&apos;s Not Wallpaper, It&apos;s Hairpaper'/><author><name>momstheword</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVvycVFRgsI/SfoyUBtB18I/AAAAAAAAAWo/KBrwAhH9S58/S220/s1400204944_30105416_2983125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-6497826445673727504</id><published>2010-09-21T01:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T02:55:45.088-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nan'/><title type='text'>The Battle Of The Dog Hair</title><content type='html'>As the "parent" of a toy poodle, I must admit that there were times that I felt superior to a cat owner. My friends with cats had cat hair all over the clothes, and I could not relate. I wondered how they could leave the house with all that cat hair on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eVvycVFRgsI/SiNAGtT__-I/AAAAAAAAAfg/geqhl7Lyjzo/s1600-h/IMG_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342184066978414562" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eVvycVFRgsI/SiNAGtT__-I/AAAAAAAAAfg/geqhl7Lyjzo/s400/IMG_0142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until my day of reckoning came. I failed to reckon with our beagle who is about the size of a small elephant. That dog flings his hair everywhere without a care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves to scratch his back all over my blue and white checked slipcovers. As he walks by my coffee table he leaves a little of his DNA on that too. I have found beagle hair on my kitchen counters, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; my kitchen cupboards, on top of my dishes, and recently I noted on facebook that I found a dog hair in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fridge&lt;/span&gt;, people!  Now, either my dog is having a party every time we leave the house or his hair can fly.  Or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he &lt;/span&gt;can fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that dog hair floats?  It&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; floats!!!!  (&lt;/span&gt;Please don't ask me how I know that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer feel superior to cat owners.  Instead, I just hope that they will avert their eyes in pity whenever I walk by them. However, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;that they are turning around and staring at all that dog hair on my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say that you ought to invest in a company that sells lint remover, because I think that their stock is about to go up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/171/E9C62A96D45C82F30D07B67B073A1845.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-6497826445673727504?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6497826445673727504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/battle-of-dog-hair.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/6497826445673727504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/6497826445673727504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/battle-of-dog-hair.html' title='The Battle Of The Dog Hair'/><author><name>momstheword</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVvycVFRgsI/SfoyUBtB18I/AAAAAAAAAWo/KBrwAhH9S58/S220/s1400204944_30105416_2983125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eVvycVFRgsI/SiNAGtT__-I/AAAAAAAAAfg/geqhl7Lyjzo/s72-c/IMG_0142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-6643343077522792233</id><published>2010-09-20T07:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T07:45:26.596-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erica'/><title type='text'>Four Moms &amp; A Grandma!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Actually, I'm a "Granny", not a "Grandma"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it?  This amazing littla fella is ALL MINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/TJdIiR-vzPI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/gGfCsPu6ZuM/s1600/JaysonCade4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518959622145166578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/TJdIiR-vzPI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/gGfCsPu6ZuM/s400/JaysonCade4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got to meet him for the first time yesterday, and he's absolutely PERFECT in EVERY way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/TJdIiB8opeI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Sd_D6wtzuOw/s1600/JaysonCade5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518959617841341922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/TJdIiB8opeI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Sd_D6wtzuOw/s400/JaysonCade5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mommy and daddy are pretty proud, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/TJdIhnM7REI/AAAAAAAAAgA/JhbvgJ8Klpw/s1600/JaysonCade2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518959610661913666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/TJdIhnM7REI/AAAAAAAAAgA/JhbvgJ8Klpw/s400/JaysonCade2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My new love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Jayson Cade Scott"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518959622636109586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/TJdIiTzy_xI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EDhHYGsPTrM/s400/JaysonCade1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4836752777733389880-6643343077522792233?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6643343077522792233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/four-moms-grandma.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/6643343077522792233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/6643343077522792233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/four-moms-grandma.html' title='Four Moms &amp; A Grandma!!!'/><author><name>Five Moms &amp;amp; A Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17153776487204334923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/Sg2EDDy-OHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/tfz_tMYxMWk/S220/5MomsButton.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/TJdIiR-vzPI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/gGfCsPu6ZuM/s72-c/JaysonCade4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-1133202266278013246</id><published>2010-09-14T00:48:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T01:03:23.315-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nan'/><title type='text'>Rainy Days And Tuesdays Just Doesn't Cut It</title><content type='html'>I think that Tuesday and Thursday get a raw deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, think about it.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Every&lt;/span&gt;body talks about Monday, even if they dread it. They always know when Monday is because for many people it's the start of the work week. Nobody forgets about Monday.  Monday even sounds better in a song.  "Rainy days and Tuesdays...." just doesn't sound the same, does it?  It just doesn't cut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday is the middle of the week, so it you work Monday-Friday you pat yourself on the back Wednesday morning and tell yourself that you have only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two more days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;o go.  You know you can hang in there.  It's only two more days until you're freeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday.  Well, it's Friday!!!!!!  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Every&lt;/span&gt;body loves Friday. How can you not? For most people it is the start of their weekend. People count the days until Friday. In fact, for some people their Friday comes on Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is Tuesday and Thursday. Nobody gets excited about Tuesday or Thursday and it kind of makes you feel bad for them, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are kind of the orphan days of the week.  It's just very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think about it Thursday is closer to the beginning of the weekend than Tuesday is, so really Tuesday has to put on a happy face and pretend it doesn't matter.  Because nobody likes a sore Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to stand up for all the Tuesdays and Thursdays out there and say you aren't alone!  You matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesdays and Thursdays have feelings too, people......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/171/E9C62A96D45C82F30D07B67B073A1845.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-1133202266278013246?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1133202266278013246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/rainy-days-and-tuesdays-just-doesnt-cut.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/1133202266278013246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/1133202266278013246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/rainy-days-and-tuesdays-just-doesnt-cut.html' title='Rainy Days And Tuesdays Just Doesn&apos;t Cut It'/><author><name>momstheword</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVvycVFRgsI/SfoyUBtB18I/AAAAAAAAAWo/KBrwAhH9S58/S220/s1400204944_30105416_2983125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-1898637164351689368</id><published>2010-09-10T00:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T00:00:00.804-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mimi'/><title type='text'>While The Cats Away The Mice Will Play...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not hardly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have had 2.5 days of me time &amp;amp; yet I have not found time for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All 3 of my children started school on Tuesday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/TImSTFNLfoI/AAAAAAAApck/yDVCWnEdM1g/s400/back+to+school.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515100075204509314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should now have a ton of time to Blog, Edit Pictures &amp;amp; Hang out with friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't done any of those things since &lt;s&gt;Freedom&lt;/s&gt; school started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well...except right now...but I am typing this post at 10:00 PM &amp;amp; I just created that lovely collage too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am still waiting for the part where this Mouse gets to play while the Cats are away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As my good friend Annie always sang "Tomorrow, Tomorrow"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe Tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not complaining though because I wouldn't do that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Especially since I just wrote myself a &lt;a href="http://dingdingdorn.blogspot.com/"&gt;letter&lt;/a&gt; to stop it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a Blessed Weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Mimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-1898637164351689368?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1898637164351689368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/while-cats-away-mice-will-play.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/1898637164351689368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/1898637164351689368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/while-cats-away-mice-will-play.html' title='While The Cats Away The Mice Will Play...'/><author><name>He &amp;amp; Me + 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03692972824923390203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/SwWCyiYKp5I/AAAAAAAAiDE/San7m_1OzdU/S220/DSC_0178profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/TImSTFNLfoI/AAAAAAAApck/yDVCWnEdM1g/s72-c/back+to+school.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-8139980140719097997</id><published>2010-09-03T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T00:00:02.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Fall?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Fall is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;• Pumpkin Patches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/TIBg7rTwZcI/AAAAAAAApbc/QuMMc6eYAnM/s400/DSC_0098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512512522255623618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;• Apple Orchards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;• Hay Rides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/TIBi5HB_EVI/AAAAAAAApcM/sp6M2nkmnoQ/s400/DSC_0162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512514677180928338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;• Corn Mazes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/TIBi4nUBDTI/AAAAAAAApcE/QTjQFGlJR0Y/s400/DSC_0105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512514668666621234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;• Bon Fires&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;• Foot Ball Games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/TIBg87NkncI/AAAAAAAApb0/NrdUvm_ycfU/s1600/101_5223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/TIBg87NkncI/AAAAAAAApb0/NrdUvm_ycfU/s400/101_5223.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512512543704522178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/TIBg8fBA7EI/AAAAAAAApbs/Z8M4KkYi9Js/s1600/101_5216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/TIBg8fBA7EI/AAAAAAAApbs/Z8M4KkYi9Js/s400/101_5216.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512512536135658562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;• Soccer Games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/TIBiGapsJYI/AAAAAAAApb8/W6g78nvVR1s/s400/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512513806274405762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;• Playing in the Leaves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/TIBg794XfLI/AAAAAAAApbk/Wi_t22BWQ7I/s400/102_5273.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512512527241018546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;• Candles Burning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;• Hoodie Sweatshirts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/TIBi5tmhssI/AAAAAAAApcU/zOWy40Xtx4k/s400/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512514687534740162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;• Crisp Mornings &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did I miss anything? What is Fall to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let Fall Begin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's the most wonderful time of the year,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Mimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-8139980140719097997?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8139980140719097997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-is-fall.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/8139980140719097997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/8139980140719097997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-is-fall.html' title='What Is Fall?'/><author><name>He &amp;amp; Me + 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03692972824923390203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/SwWCyiYKp5I/AAAAAAAAiDE/San7m_1OzdU/S220/DSC_0178profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/TIBg7rTwZcI/AAAAAAAApbc/QuMMc6eYAnM/s72-c/DSC_0098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-4224538621761325827</id><published>2010-08-31T01:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T02:44:19.377-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nan'/><title type='text'>Just Call Me Cheyenne, As In Wyoming.....</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I visit someone's blog and type my comments in a hurry, and sometimes I accidentally type my name "Bab" instead of "Nan" because I hit the wrong keys. I have done this several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously wondering how many people think my name is Bab?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really liked my name. I wanted something exciting, mysterious, fun. I mean, who can get excited about a name that is spelled exactly the same, whether it's forward or backwards. This is called a Palindrome, by the way. Like Bob, or Hannah, or Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you make a nickname or shorten Nan?  Na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in 7th grade I wanted to be named Cheyenne, or Tiffany.  Not Tiff-ney, but Tiff-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A-&lt;/span&gt;ney.  Don't forget the A, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to write my "dream" name all over my school folder. I would match up my dream name with my dream boy. You know, the cute boy that you liked back then? My dream boy had glasses and braces and I wanted glasses or braces soooooo bad just because he had them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course he was my dream boy for all of maybe a week or two.  Girls are fickle when they're in 7th grade.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "dream" boy changed (and eventually I married my dream man!) but my dream name never did. I still think that there is a Cheyenne buried deep down inside of me. Or maybe a Tiffany. With an A for&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; Attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/171/E9C62A96D45C82F30D07B67B073A1845.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-4224538621761325827?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4224538621761325827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-call-me-cheyenne-as-in-wyoming.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/4224538621761325827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/4224538621761325827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-call-me-cheyenne-as-in-wyoming.html' title='Just Call Me Cheyenne, As In Wyoming.....'/><author><name>momstheword</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVvycVFRgsI/SfoyUBtB18I/AAAAAAAAAWo/KBrwAhH9S58/S220/s1400204944_30105416_2983125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-5696537900333000611</id><published>2010-08-27T00:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T00:00:03.505-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mimi'/><title type='text'>I Haven't Been Ignoring You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have just been busy with my new &lt;b&gt;JOB!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have started driving a Taxi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pay is not great, but the people I drive around make the job so worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have three passengers that use my Taxi on a regular basis, so I am busy learning their schedules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am supposed to be picking up more hours in September too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The job is very demanding...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Long hours...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tight schedules...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But listening to music makes the drive time more bearable &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;listening to my passengers conversations is good entertainment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I am not ignoring anyone or anything on purpose...just adjusting to the new job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyone else drive a MOM TAXI?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/THcsmZ9QBEI/AAAAAAAApbU/u254nSrEQt4/s1600/IMG_0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/THcsmZ9QBEI/AAAAAAAApbU/u254nSrEQt4/s400/IMG_0257.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509921707425530946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoying the RIDE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;MIMI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/4836752777733389880-5696537900333000611?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5696537900333000611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-havent-been-ignoring-you.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/5696537900333000611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/5696537900333000611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-havent-been-ignoring-you.html' title='I Haven&apos;t Been Ignoring You...'/><author><name>He &amp;amp; Me + 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03692972824923390203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/SwWCyiYKp5I/AAAAAAAAiDE/San7m_1OzdU/S220/DSC_0178profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/THcsmZ9QBEI/AAAAAAAApbU/u254nSrEQt4/s72-c/IMG_0257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-7977162412679627542</id><published>2010-08-26T10:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T10:20:54.598-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miti'/><title type='text'>Tees Into Rugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/TFCKC2JSKEI/AAAAAAAABQI/RHxVGASRlGk/s1600/thumbsup3picniked.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/TFCKC2JSKEI/AAAAAAAABQI/RHxVGASRlGk/s1600/thumbsup3picniked.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I was looking for inspiration for today's Thumbs Up, I ran into a really cool reuse project via &lt;a href="http://www.re-nest.com/"&gt;Re-Nest&lt;/a&gt; by Laura @ &lt;a href="http://xoelle.com/"&gt;Xoelle&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; The project comprises of taking your old t-shirts and turning them into a rug.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My husband has mounds and mounds of t-shirts that, honestly, have seen better days.&amp;nbsp; Some with raggedy necks and teeny tiny holes and spots here and there.&amp;nbsp; But now, I'm seeing them in a new light. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(don't worry sweetie, your t-shirts are not in any danger, I respect your private property and will ONLY take donations :o)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm now realizing that he has a treasure in his dresser drawer.&amp;nbsp; I opened it and a ray of light hit my face.&amp;nbsp; There laid his t-shirt loot with festive images of Margaritaville and softies telling me that Life Is Good.&amp;nbsp; Life is good when you can re-purpose something old into something new and useful.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you Laura for sharing this great little project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;To See How Laura Turns This...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3623/3348067914_623be3e8d7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3623/3348067914_623be3e8d7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Into This...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3374/3499154651_ab8c7acd61.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3374/3499154651_ab8c7acd61.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://xoelle.com/2009/05/t-shirt-latch-hook-rug-tutorial/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;With ♥ Miti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Thumbs Up Thursday, where AWESOME GREATNESS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;comes to light.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/4836752777733389880-7977162412679627542?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7977162412679627542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/08/tees-into-rugs.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/7977162412679627542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/7977162412679627542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/08/tees-into-rugs.html' title='Tees Into Rugs'/><author><name>Miti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04193736084148703508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/ScxDaVW9ThI/AAAAAAAAASo/7nh3KPf9Lnw/S220/102copy-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/TFCKC2JSKEI/AAAAAAAABQI/RHxVGASRlGk/s72-c/thumbsup3picniked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-7561473195127354669</id><published>2010-08-24T02:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T02:26:52.776-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nan'/><title type='text'>It's a Wrap Party</title><content type='html'>How come a man can figure out how to put together a baby's crib but can't figure out how to open a box of saran wrap properly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My box of plastic wrap is mangled.  It looks like its been through a war.  Either that or men get together and have a wrap party where they all get together and mangle it at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, those things aren't that hard to open.  The hard part comes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after &lt;/span&gt;you open it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, who hasn't wrangled with a roll of plastic wrap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you the number of times I've wrestled with one and the box has won. Reminds me of that famous song "I fought the box and the....box won. I fought the box and the...box won." Something like that anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually what happens is I get maimed.  That's right.  I leave skin, blood and a little DNA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is probably a secret to that stuff, but I don't wanna know it. I like having a knock-down drag-out fight every time I am attempting to cover my leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's the only exercise I get that day.  Well, that and trying to burp the tupperware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, there are only two things you burp....babies and Tupperware, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't get the two confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/171/E9C62A96D45C82F30D07B67B073A1845.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-7561473195127354669?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7561473195127354669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-wrap-party.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/7561473195127354669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/7561473195127354669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-wrap-party.html' title='It&apos;s a Wrap Party'/><author><name>momstheword</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVvycVFRgsI/SfoyUBtB18I/AAAAAAAAAWo/KBrwAhH9S58/S220/s1400204944_30105416_2983125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-6162377501232924740</id><published>2010-08-17T02:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T02:24:45.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Vs. Machine</title><content type='html'>During summertime my hubby is obsessed with mowing our lawn. He considers it a personal insult if the grass dares to grow beyond what he thinks it should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it grows as much as a quarter of an inch past, it is ON, people! It's quite entertaining to see the battle o' the green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby drags the lawn mower out and begins to mow the lawn. The lawn mower says "I don't think so, mister" and proceeds to make a loud noise and give it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jump at the noise and go running to the window because I think that the lawn mower has eaten my husband. I am happy to see my husband alive and with all his limbs attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby is thinking "No blood, no glory" and fiddles with the mower a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gently coaxes it to work again with tender promises and outright lies, and then goes back to the business of mowing. Sticks fly, grass goes everywhere, and I forget he's out there and send the dogs out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who let the dogs out? Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!".......oh, sorry........would you prefer "Who? Who? Who? Who?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was me. I forget and let the dogs out while hubby is fighting mowing the lawn. I then try to get the dogs back in, or at least the toy poodle before that mean ole' mower eats all five pounds of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he will mow right over some of my flowers in the flower bed and I will call out the window "Ummmmm......that was a flower........" Then he mows over some more flowers and I think that maybe I should take his warning to weed the flowers more seriously. After all, when the grass begins to grow into the flower beds, who can blame him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby is out there for about five years because we have a lot of lawn. Once again he thinks about how much easier it would be to have a riding mower. But once again, his frugality gets the better of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that and I think he really like to fight with the thing. After all, nothing will make you man up like having to fight with a lawn mower. Do I hear an "amen" grunt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, our sons have been taking turns mowing the lawn. Recently, I think I saw a tear of nostalgia fall from my husband's eye as he watched, probably thinking "That used to be my job." Cheer up, honey, there will be lots of lawn mowing years ahead of you after the boys leave the nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/171/E9C62A96D45C82F30D07B67B073A1845.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-6162377501232924740?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6162377501232924740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/08/man-vs-machine.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/6162377501232924740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/6162377501232924740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/08/man-vs-machine.html' title='Man Vs. Machine'/><author><name>momstheword</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVvycVFRgsI/SfoyUBtB18I/AAAAAAAAAWo/KBrwAhH9S58/S220/s1400204944_30105416_2983125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-5602515697756130856</id><published>2010-08-12T06:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T06:00:01.923-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miti'/><title type='text'>Puttin' IT on the Ritz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/TFCKC2JSKEI/AAAAAAAABQI/RHxVGASRlGk/s1600/thumbsup3picniked.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/TFCKC2JSKEI/AAAAAAAABQI/RHxVGASRlGk/s1600/thumbsup3picniked.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The light bulb in my head lit up when I made an interesting discovery today. It's something that had crossed my mind but I'd just shrug the thought away.&amp;nbsp; So, when I saw Dana implementing it and &lt;a href="http://www.dana-made-it.com/"&gt;making it&lt;/a&gt; into something great, I knew it'd be worthy of a Thumbs Up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's a little background info for ya...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Growing up, my mom ALWAYS stressed the importance of cleaning your plate.&amp;nbsp; I usually didn't have any problems with that.&amp;nbsp; And just as the world turns, somethings just never seem to change.&amp;nbsp; I'm STILL cleaning my plate.&amp;nbsp; I can't seem to bring myself to trash the left-overs.&amp;nbsp; Maybe it's me thinking of the poor starving kids in the world OR maybe it's me just loving to eat.&amp;nbsp; But, as much as I'd like to, I can't eat it all either.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That being said, I'm left with a fridge on the verge of a left-over EXPLOSION.&amp;nbsp; You better watch out cause you may just get a BIG'O'TUB of homemade buttercream icing smack you right up-side your head. For some reason, I ALWAYS seem to make more than I need and that's what I'm left with.&amp;nbsp; LOTS AND LOTS OF SWEET, CREAMY BUTTA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dana-made-it.com/2010/05/crackers-and-frosting-circa-2010.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's what makes today's little discovery so awesome.&amp;nbsp; Icing's not just for swirling on a birthday cake anymore.&amp;nbsp; It also fits perfectly nestled between two buttery Ritz Crackers.&amp;nbsp; How simple is that?!!&amp;nbsp; It's a little sweet and a little savory and it sounded so good, I HAD to try it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Image Source: &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_128773777"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dana-made-it.com/2010/05/crackers-and-frosting-circa-2010.html"&gt;Made, a creative collection&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eI7tS4s_Bg/SkAv43jzLDI/AAAAAAAAL-8/044OXFhgs_0/s640/b1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eI7tS4s_Bg/SkAv43jzLDI/AAAAAAAAL-8/044OXFhgs_0/s400/b1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I reached for the huge tub of icing and made myself a little batch.&lt;br /&gt;Here's my final result with a minor tweak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/TGNieP1DvcI/AAAAAAAABRU/9mg4w5Gy3P4/s1600/Aug+Random+2010+017picniked.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/TGNieP1DvcI/AAAAAAAABRU/9mg4w5Gy3P4/s400/Aug+Random+2010+017picniked.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No Ritz.&amp;nbsp; No problem.&amp;nbsp; Little Keeblers worked just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;THEN&lt;br /&gt;I popped them in the freezer and, in a matter of minutes, they magically turned into mini frozen treats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aren't you tempted?&amp;nbsp; I sure was.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer will my buttercream sit in the cold, waiting for the next cake order to come in.&amp;nbsp; With a wink and a smile, I'm putting it to good use right away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;YUM-OH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;With ♥ Miti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Thumbs Up Thursday, where AWESOME GREATNESS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;comes to light.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-5602515697756130856?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5602515697756130856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/08/puttin-it-on-ritz.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/5602515697756130856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/5602515697756130856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/08/puttin-it-on-ritz.html' title='Puttin&apos; IT on the Ritz'/><author><name>Miti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04193736084148703508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/ScxDaVW9ThI/AAAAAAAAASo/7nh3KPf9Lnw/S220/102copy-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/TFCKC2JSKEI/AAAAAAAABQI/RHxVGASRlGk/s72-c/thumbsup3picniked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-2522103929132713776</id><published>2010-08-10T14:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T02:52:55.094-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nan'/><title type='text'>It's My Wallpaper And I Can Take It Down If I Want To</title><content type='html'>Oh wow, I totally forgot about my post today.  Sorry!  I do have a post all prepared and ready to go, but I totally forgot to "publish" so it is still sitting in draft.  Guess I'll use it next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned on my &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://momstheword--livingforhim.blogspot.com/2010/08/making-your-home-sing-messy-monday.html"&gt;"Messy Monday" post&lt;/a&gt; on my  personal blog, I am trying to tear down the wallpaper in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pray for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the people put it on with concrete because it won't budge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times like this you start thinking that maybe having a room with bits of wallpaper torn off wouldn't be so bad.  Perhaps we could call it "art."  Or "shredded art."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, that whole "shred" thing worked for Jillian Michaels.  I could be the Jillian Michaels of wallpaper art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can't get that wallpaper off I am going to hire a demolition crew and take that wall down, people.  That wallpaper is not going to beat me.  No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of makes you feel bad, though.  Any wallpaper that fights that hard to live deserves to.   But not on my wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll make a dress out of it and sell it on ebay.  Any takers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/171/E9C62A96D45C82F30D07B67B073A1845.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-2522103929132713776?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2522103929132713776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-my-wallpaper-and-i-can-take-it-down.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/2522103929132713776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/2522103929132713776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-my-wallpaper-and-i-can-take-it-down.html' title='It&apos;s My Wallpaper And I Can Take It Down If I Want To'/><author><name>momstheword</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVvycVFRgsI/SfoyUBtB18I/AAAAAAAAAWo/KBrwAhH9S58/S220/s1400204944_30105416_2983125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-2564229560013801807</id><published>2010-08-06T00:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T07:45:43.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I think I have just finished the most boring week in my entire life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;You know you are having a boring week when...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10.  You only have a few things on your to do list&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you have plenty of free time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mid week they are still on your list&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9.  You can't remember what you did the day before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8.  People keep asking you...Are you alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7.  You have to take your Dog to the Vet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6.  You have to get your blood drawn &amp;amp; it was the highlight of your day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5.  Your van sounds like it is going to fall apart at any moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4.  You go to bed early&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. You are late to VBS every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2.  You have only taken 5 single pictures all week &amp;amp; only because you have to for your 365 project&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were all taken with your point &amp;amp; shoot camera because you were too lazy to bring out the big guns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.  You don't &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;have anything to blog about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*Gasp*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;YES I DO...HEAD OVER TO MY PERSONAL BLOG FOR A CHANCE TO WIN A BLOG MAKEOVER &amp;amp; TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK OF MY NEW BLOG LOOK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;FUN STUFF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hope your week was a good one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-2564229560013801807?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2564229560013801807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-week.html#comment-form' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/2564229560013801807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/2564229560013801807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-week.html' title='What A Week...'/><author><name>He &amp;amp; Me + 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03692972824923390203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/SwWCyiYKp5I/AAAAAAAAiDE/San7m_1OzdU/S220/DSC_0178profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-3492819653172860751</id><published>2010-08-05T06:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T06:00:07.439-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miti'/><title type='text'>My Easy-Peasy, Handy-Dandy Scrub</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/TFCKC2JSKEI/AAAAAAAABQI/RHxVGASRlGk/s1600/thumbsup3picniked.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/TFCKC2JSKEI/AAAAAAAABQI/RHxVGASRlGk/s1600/thumbsup3picniked.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no secret.&amp;nbsp; Everyone wants to have skin as soft as a baby's bottom.&amp;nbsp; Even you men out there.&amp;nbsp; Don't deny it...&amp;nbsp; You know it's true....&amp;nbsp; But did you know that it doesn't take a trip down the skin care aisle to get it.&amp;nbsp; The only place you need to head is to your kitchen cupboard.&amp;nbsp; Amidst all the culinary ingredients, lies an ALL NATURAL Easy-Peasy, Handy-Dandy Scrub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what you'll need:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Granulated Sugar &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Olive Oil &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;(Equal parts of both) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;THAT'S IT!&amp;nbsp; JUST TWO INGREDIENTS!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And for the easy-peasy part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just mix...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scrub your hands...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AND RINSE!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/TFnKeMQwxDI/AAAAAAAABQQ/VwaXR5qFT_0/s1600/Aug.+2010+Camera+Practice+011picniked.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/TFnKeMQwxDI/AAAAAAAABQQ/VwaXR5qFT_0/s320/Aug.+2010+Camera+Practice+011picniked.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yeahhh.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You feeling it????&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just LIKE a baby's bottom but without all the fuss&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(and none of the poo)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;With ♥ Miti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Thumbs Up Thursday, where AWESOME GREATNESS comes to light.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-3492819653172860751?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3492819653172860751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-easy-peasy-handy-dandy-scrub.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/3492819653172860751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/3492819653172860751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-easy-peasy-handy-dandy-scrub.html' title='My Easy-Peasy, Handy-Dandy Scrub'/><author><name>Miti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04193736084148703508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/ScxDaVW9ThI/AAAAAAAAASo/7nh3KPf9Lnw/S220/102copy-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/TFCKC2JSKEI/AAAAAAAABQI/RHxVGASRlGk/s72-c/thumbsup3picniked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-1510196427329993324</id><published>2010-08-03T02:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T03:11:41.464-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nan'/><title type='text'>RAIN, RAIN, GO AWAY....</title><content type='html'>When the kids were little we used to go camping a lot during the summer. My parents and brothers and sisters (and their families) would go as well, so it was a lot of fun. And a lot of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any mother knows what a chore it is to pack clothes for your child for a camping trip. You pack about 20 pairs of pants and about 50 shirts, plus about 100 pairs of socks. And that is just for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;first hour&lt;/span&gt; after you've arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids used to go through clothes while camping like it was nobody's business. If you're really lucky, at some point, you get the proverbial rain.  If you haven't been camping in the rain you don't know what you're missing, people.  It just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oozes &lt;/span&gt;with fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you're up camping and it begins to rain.  Every child's delight and every mother's nightmare.  Because camping is in the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dirt&lt;/span&gt;, people.  That's the oozing part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what happens to dirt when water is poured on it?  Lots of water?  Lots and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lots &lt;/span&gt;of water?  Well, let me educate you.  It becomes mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mud that gets all over your child's clothes and into every pore and piece of skin that they have. Did I mention that you are up camping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means no baths and no showers, unless you are at a campsite that has those and certainly we never went to any place that had 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children were thrilled. All that dirt and mud to play with and not a bath in sight! I was horrified as it was pretty much my major goal in life to keep my children clean. Or at least, semi-clean. I mean, you never know where that mud has been!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/171/E9C62A96D45C82F30D07B67B073A1845.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-1510196427329993324?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1510196427329993324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/08/rain-rain-go-away.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/1510196427329993324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/1510196427329993324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/08/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='RAIN, RAIN, GO AWAY....'/><author><name>momstheword</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVvycVFRgsI/SfoyUBtB18I/AAAAAAAAAWo/KBrwAhH9S58/S220/s1400204944_30105416_2983125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-4810088158413875800</id><published>2010-08-02T04:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T04:30:00.740-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erica'/><title type='text'>WARNING---- BORING, yet I bet you can relate!!!</title><content type='html'>It was a Sunday afternoon... just your everyday, run-of-the-mill, Sunday afternoon. The kids had just left to go see their daddy, so it was just me in the house. It was quiet. Too quiet. Must have noise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TV is always good for filler-noise. Who knows, maybe there's something entertaining on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it began. The HUNT. All I wanted was the remote. Just one simple, little remote control. It had been a few hours since I'd last seen it, but I new it was here somewhere. It could NOT be far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, usually it is found nestled beneath a couch pillow... or inside the doors of the entertainment center. Checked all the regular spots, no remote. Not under there, not on top of there, not on that little table.... must dig deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so began the removal of couch cushions. And THAT, my friends, is when it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is when I found.... uh..... well, it might be easier to list what all I didn't find! I did not find a live horse, no kitchen sink, and no kitchen mop. But everything else was under there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I looked, the more my blood seemed to boil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG COUCH - (the most common sittin' spot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cushion #1 -&lt;br /&gt;3 Butterfinger wrappers (the miniature kind though), 1 cotton ball, one Star Wars III movie in case, 1 Bugle Boy label off of some socks that we bought who knows when, 1 red 80-sheet wireless notebook, a dirty sock, a ballet slipper &amp;amp; some crumbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was bad, til I moved to the next one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cushion #2 -&lt;br /&gt;1 purple shirt, 1 white tank top, 1 pair of panties, 1 bra, 3 socks, a hair tie &amp;amp; the other ballet slipper (all of THAT belonged to Riley), a washrag, a screwdriver, a PSP game, a miniature skateboard, 6 used kleenexes, a pencil, a battery, 2 paperclips, a firework, a couple of Legos, 4 pieces of notebook paper, a kids-meal book from Whataburger, some tiny pieces of trash, a few air-soft pellets, and more crumbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? This is ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cushion #3 -&lt;br /&gt;a magnifying glass, 2 pencils, a scarf (this one's actually MINE?!), a few pieces of random paper, 2 receipts, a sock, 2 game pieces, a Tic Tac, and more crumbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, after the big reveal under cushion #2, this one seemed so MILD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE SEAT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cushion #1 -&lt;br /&gt;half an easter egg, a hole puncher, a pencil, an eraser, another Lego, a bag of BBs, a papertowel, a key, a battery, more loose air-soft pellets, and a Gatti-land game card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cushion #2 -&lt;br /&gt;a sock, a toy walrus, a cardboard boomerang, the other half of that easter egg, a pen, a hair-rubberband, and an unknown object? (the kids will surely know what it's for)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday... some way... my house will be clean. That day will probaby not be until I no longer have kids at home, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINGLE CHAIR -&lt;br /&gt;2 dirty socks, a playing card, half of an ink pen, and a ton of loose air-soft pellets, and a cracker.... but no longer in "whole" form.... make that a million cracker crumbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ya know what? STILL no remote control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I began looking UNDER the couches. And ya know what? It was WORSE than under the cushions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 socks, a rag, 2 stereo speakers w/ cords, a fanny-pack (I've never seen this thing before in my life), a t-shirt, trash, a nametage cord, a Nintendo DS game, a spiral notebook, a CD holder, lots a trash, a pink basetball bat, a camp badge, notebook paper, many Legos, a variety of batteries, a magazine, mail fliers, a knife, scissors, dumbell, half of a recorder, a walking stick, a straw, a kleenex, and a thingamabobble (I have no idea what it is)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ya know what? Still no remote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my living room which "appeared" to be clean just 30 minutes ago is literally TRASHED! And my kids aren't even here to clean it up. So begins the job of putting it all away... also known as DUMPING it all in their rooms so THEY can clean it up when they get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***NOTE***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? Upon duping off a load of said junk in the boys' room, I found my remote... Lying on Mathew's bed. Figures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, go check under your cushions and leave me a comment telling me how bad your's are. Come on, this Mama needs to feel better about HER house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="right" src="http://gvtc.com/~d6scotts/EricasGraphics/-Erica.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-4810088158413875800?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4810088158413875800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/08/warning-boring-yet-i-bet-you-can-relate.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/4810088158413875800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/4810088158413875800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/08/warning-boring-yet-i-bet-you-can-relate.html' title='WARNING---- BORING, yet I bet you can relate!!!'/><author><name>E @ Scottsville</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDxgWlfTPuk/Szg0sA8pUtI/AAAAAAAAO5g/_iYKApHkpDM/S220/EricaBlackNWhite2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-2455089686155467657</id><published>2010-07-29T06:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T06:00:00.306-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miti'/><title type='text'>Cheap, Beauty-Full Hair Color</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/TFCKC2JSKEI/AAAAAAAABQI/RHxVGASRlGk/s1600/thumbsup3picniked.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/TFCKC2JSKEI/AAAAAAAABQI/RHxVGASRlGk/s1600/thumbsup3picniked.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Welcome to my first edition of Thumbs Up Thursday.&amp;nbsp; If you haven't heard yet, Thursdays here on the Five Moms are now going to be dedicated to nothing but awesome goodness.&amp;nbsp; Scratch that!&amp;nbsp; &lt;strike&gt;awesome goodness&lt;/strike&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Let's say AWESOME GREATNESS instead.&amp;nbsp; I think it'll be more fitting.&amp;nbsp; Eventually, I'd like to add a linky, but for now, I wanna just get the ball rolling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, I'm starting off by giving two BIG THUMBS UP, one is for diy hair coloring and the other is for Garnier Nutrisse.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Doing your own hair color is really not that hard and, in my book, the end result beats the high prices at the salon.&amp;nbsp; I know what you're thinking.&amp;nbsp; The professionals do it best and a whole lot fancier.&amp;nbsp; True, but I'm just keeping it real.&amp;nbsp; The cost of going Pro is just ridiculous to me.&amp;nbsp; And I figure if Sarah Jess is willing to put her hair behind it, well then it sure is good enough for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSCYupE0XT6awPWflguRII0jpp5nfoTp4f7qTzJzU0cXAmABww&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__DD9zJcYhXJM0yrs0VpZJ0Pk5cgA=" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSCYupE0XT6awPWflguRII0jpp5nfoTp4f7qTzJzU0cXAmABww&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__DD9zJcYhXJM0yrs0VpZJ0Pk5cgA=" width="110" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, LET ME TELL YA, this little box right here is a whole lot more than just "good enough".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLDN4mjV3Tg/SwHGLVDWEoI/AAAAAAAAAZw/zq02beeHlAI/s320/200.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLDN4mjV3Tg/SwHGLVDWEoI/AAAAAAAAAZw/zq02beeHlAI/s200/200.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In my opinion, it's pretty great!&amp;nbsp; I tried it for the first time about 3 months ago and fell head-over-heels IN LOVE!&amp;nbsp; So, instead of putting a large chunk of money down the stylist's drain, I'm opting out for a $7 box of Nutrisse.&amp;nbsp; My color of choice is their darkest brown, Sweet Cola, and since I'm sportin' a fresh coat of it on my head, let me just put into words what this box can do for you. &amp;nbsp; It will be soft.&amp;nbsp; It will be luxurious.&amp;nbsp; And most importantly, the gray will be gone and gone quickly!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Can you say VA.VA. VOOM??!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You will, once you try it!&amp;nbsp; If my camera hadn't gone KAPUT the other day, I'd show you the evidence left behind.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But, if you can't take my word for it, just look at what it did for Sarah Jessica's do.&amp;nbsp; I'd like to say it's BEAUTY-FULL!&amp;nbsp; And, I must say, it feels just as fantastic as it looks.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;So congratulations Garnier!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;This Thumb's for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/TFCMgUoo-pI/AAAAAAAABQM/39S-toDollw/s1600/thumbsup4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/TFCMgUoo-pI/AAAAAAAABQM/39S-toDollw/s1600/thumbsup4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Much ♥&amp;nbsp; Miti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;{tell me, what AWESOME GREATNESS have you discovered lately?} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-2455089686155467657?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2455089686155467657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/07/cheap-beauty-full-hair-color.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/2455089686155467657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/2455089686155467657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/07/cheap-beauty-full-hair-color.html' title='Cheap, Beauty-Full Hair Color'/><author><name>Miti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04193736084148703508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/ScxDaVW9ThI/AAAAAAAAASo/7nh3KPf9Lnw/S220/102copy-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/TFCKC2JSKEI/AAAAAAAABQI/RHxVGASRlGk/s72-c/thumbsup3picniked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-7043599222512253068</id><published>2010-07-27T02:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T02:31:50.573-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nan'/><title type='text'>Sugar Is Sweet And Very Painful</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had your kids or hubby or someone startle you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was "watching" t.v. and my hubby leaned over to kiss me goodnight and I jumped.  I may even have let out a small screech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands may or may not have connected with his face.  I don't know.  My eyes were closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby then said something incredibly brilliant and enlightening.  He said "Did you fall asleep?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time, I had a small five pound ball of poodle fluff jump on my stomach.  Now I know why cartoon characters say&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "ooof!"&lt;/span&gt; if they're playing football or punched in the stomach.  And you always thought it was because the artist &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;made &lt;/span&gt;them say it, didn't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five pounds of ninja-dog may not seem like a lot to you.  If it doesn't, please ask someone in your family to drop a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;five pound bag of sugar&lt;/span&gt; on your stomach the next time you're sleeping.  You're welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am concentrating on something, I can startle easily.  I can really block things out sometimes, so if my hubby or someone comes up to me, I can jump about ten feet high.  I can also come out swingin.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice to know those years of karate weren't wasted, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/171/E9C62A96D45C82F30D07B67B073A1845.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-7043599222512253068?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7043599222512253068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/07/sugar-is-sweet-and-very-painful.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/7043599222512253068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/7043599222512253068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/07/sugar-is-sweet-and-very-painful.html' title='Sugar Is Sweet And Very Painful'/><author><name>momstheword</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVvycVFRgsI/SfoyUBtB18I/AAAAAAAAAWo/KBrwAhH9S58/S220/s1400204944_30105416_2983125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-7536423627641101603</id><published>2010-07-23T00:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T00:00:01.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pets R People Too</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you have a pet then you will totally understand this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Doggie is part of our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is loved &amp;amp; spoiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/TEikX4kHK6I/AAAAAAAApaQ/8xfWROZmCoI/s400/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496824075433487266" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This weekend we have to leave her at the Boarding Kennel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This will be the first time she will be away from us for more than a few hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are nervous...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are going to miss her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We hope that she will do OK without us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We hope she still loves us when we get back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are concerned because she is great with people, but other dogs...not so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you ever had to Board your pet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How did it go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please leave comments that will help ease my mind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or comments that can prepare me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks in advance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mimi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-7536423627641101603?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7536423627641101603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/07/pets-r-people-too.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/7536423627641101603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/7536423627641101603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/07/pets-r-people-too.html' title='Pets R People Too'/><author><name>He &amp;amp; Me + 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03692972824923390203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/SwWCyiYKp5I/AAAAAAAAiDE/San7m_1OzdU/S220/DSC_0178profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/TEikX4kHK6I/AAAAAAAApaQ/8xfWROZmCoI/s72-c/DSC_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-8167203142208751269</id><published>2010-07-22T13:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T13:35:34.894-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miti'/><title type='text'>My Thumb Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://action.walmartwatch.com/page/-/blog/thumbs%20up.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://action.walmartwatch.com/page/-/blog/thumbs%20up.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey Everyone!!!&amp;nbsp; It's been quite a while since I last posted.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure many of you can relate.&amp;nbsp; After all, it is summertime, time to enjoy the sun in your face.&amp;nbsp; Although, I have been a bit busy lately with a 4yr old and a house being built, my excuse for absences goes a little further than that. The problem is I've also been hit in the head with a dose of blogger's block.&amp;nbsp; I really want to get back in here and just share whatever it is I wanna share.&amp;nbsp; So, I've been searching for a little inspiration and I think I've come up with a little bit of a theme for me to get my creative juices flowing again on Thursdays.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm calling it Thumbs Up Thursday.&amp;nbsp; It'll just be me locking my thumb in the upright position and giving recognition to some pretty awesome ideas and finds.&amp;nbsp; Some will come from me (I hope).&amp;nbsp; Some will come from others (maybe even you).&amp;nbsp; Some days it'll be recipes that are out of this world.&amp;nbsp; Other days it'll be about creativity at it's best.&amp;nbsp; I've even thought about making it a linky.&amp;nbsp; So, in true hitchhiker fashion (in no way, shape, or form am I encouraging that) pull out your thumbs, give it a lift, and praise something worth praising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course nothing is more worth my praise than the Lord above, who has given me endless blessing.&amp;nbsp; Some came in the form of prayers answered, while others were not.&amp;nbsp; But, NEVERTHELESS, He is looking out for me and I praise Him ALWAYS ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;With ♥ Miti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-8167203142208751269?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8167203142208751269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-thumb-idea.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/8167203142208751269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/8167203142208751269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-thumb-idea.html' title='My Thumb Idea'/><author><name>Miti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04193736084148703508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/ScxDaVW9ThI/AAAAAAAAASo/7nh3KPf9Lnw/S220/102copy-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-6161007615709709269</id><published>2010-07-20T02:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T02:55:56.122-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nan'/><title type='text'>Snack Attack</title><content type='html'>Do you snack at night?  I don't mean getting up in the middle of the night, but do you like a bedtime snack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eat dinner around 5:30 p.m. and usually I don't have a snack before bed, but lately popcorn is calling my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you listen carefully you'll hear it.  N-aaaaa-nnnnn.......NAAAAANNNNN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNN!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popcorn is very insistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point you have to ask yourself: Why do they call it POPcorn?  Why don't they call it MOMcorn?  Hmmmm?  Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something incredibly wonderful (and incredibly full of calories) about having a bedtime snack.  It harks back to the age of being a child and having to go to bed and just knowing that your parents were up throwing a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were, I just know it.  They were also eating all sorts of wonderful things I'll bet.  And you couldn't have any because you were supposed to be in bed sleeping.  Who could sleep with all that wonderful food out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I eat breakfast, lunch or dinner I don't feel "sneaky."  I don't feel like I'm getting away with something.  However, when I have a small bowl of popcorn I feel like I am living it up, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know many weight-loss tips say don't eat past 7:00 p.m.  Well, having a small bedtime snack isn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;eating.  It's sort of snacking, and snacking isn't eating because you're not really committed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Committed eating is sitting down at the table with a napkin, a plate, glass, silverware, and maybe even some delightful dinner conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snacking is just you and the popcorn.  So technically it's not a meal, and if it's not a meal then you're not eating.  Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, did you say something?  I couldn't hear you because my mouth was full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/171/E9C62A96D45C82F30D07B67B073A1845.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-6161007615709709269?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6161007615709709269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/07/snack-attack.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/6161007615709709269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/6161007615709709269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/07/snack-attack.html' title='Snack Attack'/><author><name>momstheword</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVvycVFRgsI/SfoyUBtB18I/AAAAAAAAAWo/KBrwAhH9S58/S220/s1400204944_30105416_2983125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-1327027353835474988</id><published>2010-07-19T04:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T04:30:00.231-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erica'/><title type='text'>God's Promises!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;He never promised it'd be easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He never promised no storms in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But He did send me a rainbow last night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDxgWlfTPuk/TEPPD1Y7KNI/AAAAAAAAPg0/ZTyk63mAlh8/s1600/Rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495463635100313810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDxgWlfTPuk/TEPPD1Y7KNI/AAAAAAAAPg0/ZTyk63mAlh8/s400/Rainbow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...and it did remind me of His promises!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is ever faithful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His love is ever true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He will never leave me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and He'll always see me through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If it weren't for the storms, we wouldn't have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God bless you all on this beautiful Monday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-1327027353835474988?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1327027353835474988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/07/gods-promises.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/1327027353835474988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/1327027353835474988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/07/gods-promises.html' title='God&apos;s Promises!'/><author><name>E @ Scottsville</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDxgWlfTPuk/Szg0sA8pUtI/AAAAAAAAO5g/_iYKApHkpDM/S220/EricaBlackNWhite2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDxgWlfTPuk/TEPPD1Y7KNI/AAAAAAAAPg0/ZTyk63mAlh8/s72-c/Rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-898990434068561781</id><published>2010-07-16T00:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T00:00:01.856-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mimi'/><title type='text'>Lazy Days Of Summer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to admit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not a huge Fan of Summer itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do not do HOT well &amp;amp; I am not a Fan of the great outdoors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here in the Midwest it is so HOT &amp;amp; HUMID!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could so do without the Humidity!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;YUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do not like to feel sticky &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do not like to be shiny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do not like to feel as though I am walking around in a Sauna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-large;"&gt;Double YUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*Unless I could shed a pound every time I walked out the door*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the flip side...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am a Fan of The Lazy DAYS of Summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/TD_H0kX2JCI/AAAAAAAApZU/hK0a6wPH0pI/s400/DSC_0084.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494329776346113058" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;• Sleeping in just a bit &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;• Lounging in my PJ's longer than I should&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;• Chilling by a pool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/TD_Hz8PztAI/AAAAAAAApZM/x8-qQ8_hfvE/s400/DSC_0186.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494329765574980610" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;• Vacations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/TD_H1NnQVDI/AAAAAAAApZc/RiQwF24hX3Y/s400/DSC_0257.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494329787416597554" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;• Iced Coffee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*It just tastes better in the Summer*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you love about the Lazy days of Summer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Signed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The lady with no A/C in her VAN...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Remember me in your prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Mimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-898990434068561781?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/898990434068561781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/07/lazy-days-of-summer.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/898990434068561781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/898990434068561781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/07/lazy-days-of-summer.html' title='Lazy Days Of Summer...'/><author><name>He &amp;amp; Me + 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03692972824923390203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/SwWCyiYKp5I/AAAAAAAAiDE/San7m_1OzdU/S220/DSC_0178profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/TD_H0kX2JCI/AAAAAAAApZU/hK0a6wPH0pI/s72-c/DSC_0084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-7185174856663801164</id><published>2010-07-13T03:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T03:12:47.189-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nan'/><title type='text'>I Can See Clearly Now</title><content type='html'>I have trouble committing to a windshield wiper speed in my car.  Does anybody else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's raining I will turn on the wipers. It's like Goldilocks. First, the wipers are waaaaay to fast. Then they are waaaaay to slow. Then they are supposed to be just right. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I can never seem to get them "just right." I don't like a ton of rain on my windshield but I can't stand it when the wipers are going into convulsions on my windshield either. So I turn them way down or off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I have trouble distinguishing a car from a passing rhino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I turn them back on again, only to get a headache as I watch those suckers fly back and forth on the windshield, trying to do their job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They chase each other back and forth across the windshield until my eyes cross just trying to watch them. Then I get the headache, as I said. Then I practically wreck my car because I am supposed to be watching the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, have you ever had a bird do its "business" on your windshield and tried to get it off using the wipers and some spray?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you like it all over the windshield. If you do, by all means continue. Frankly, I prefer one small spot rather than one gigantic smear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I can't help myself and turn on those wipers and make a huge mess on the windshield, making it harder to see and then starting the vicious cycle of turning the wipers on and off again.  I just can't commit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/171/E9C62A96D45C82F30D07B67B073A1845.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-7185174856663801164?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7185174856663801164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/07/i.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/7185174856663801164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/7185174856663801164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/07/i.html' title='I Can See Clearly Now'/><author><name>momstheword</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVvycVFRgsI/SfoyUBtB18I/AAAAAAAAAWo/KBrwAhH9S58/S220/s1400204944_30105416_2983125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-4130128438630066671</id><published>2010-07-06T02:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T00:46:10.109-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nan'/><title type='text'>Is this an aPEELing post?</title><content type='html'>When kind of potato peeler are you?  I am a wild one.  When I have potatoes to peel, look out people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peelings are flying everywhere, and I mean everywhere. Although I don't usually watch cooking shows, I have seen a few in my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you, those people peel potatoes as if they are performing surgery and every peeling counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Now I am about to insert a cut into the potatormorpheous umbilicperditus. It's very tricky so please everyone, let's have silence. We have got to pull this poor potato through. Steady, steady now....keep those hands steady or you'll mash him. Watch out! What're you trying to do? Fry him?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They peel potatoes as if they were meeting someone very important and wanted to be polite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Pardon me, Mr. Potato. Do you have any Grey-Poupon? No?  Oh, so sorry to have bothered you.  Why, thank you sir, nice chatting with you, too. Many kind regards to your wife."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's. Not. Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I peel potatoes as if my life depended on it. I peel potatoes as if I were a mad scientist who is determined to take over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Today, the kitchen.  Tomorrow, the world.  Mwahahahahahahaha!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I peel, it's every potato for itself.  Hands, feet, and potato parts are flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am flinging potato pieces all over the kitchen and parts unknown.  Sometimes I am amazed where those things wind up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sure, you can tell me to peel over the garbage or over the sink, but that is for amateurs.  I, my friends, am an artist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/171/E9C62A96D45C82F30D07B67B073A1845.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-4130128438630066671?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4130128438630066671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/07/is-this-apeeling-post.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/4130128438630066671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/4130128438630066671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/07/is-this-apeeling-post.html' title='Is this an aPEELing post?'/><author><name>momstheword</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVvycVFRgsI/SfoyUBtB18I/AAAAAAAAAWo/KBrwAhH9S58/S220/s1400204944_30105416_2983125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-5441376844295375850</id><published>2010-07-05T04:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T10:46:29.597-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erica'/><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We had a great &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;4&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; O&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt; J&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;L&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We went to the parade on Saturday morning...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JDxgWlfTPuk/TC-OtyolyzI/AAAAAAAAPdc/kaofzcgq70k/s1600/July4th2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489763388125203250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JDxgWlfTPuk/TC-OtyolyzI/AAAAAAAAPdc/kaofzcgq70k/s400/July4th2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Went and watched fireworks with friends on Saturday night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDxgWlfTPuk/TDHvtrcq2lI/AAAAAAAAPds/wEQt6tgeNAA/s1600/FIreworksGroup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 339px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490432988777470546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDxgWlfTPuk/TDHvtrcq2lI/AAAAAAAAPds/wEQt6tgeNAA/s400/FIreworksGroup.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Riley and I spent forever painting our toenails...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JDxgWlfTPuk/TDHtE7rjrUI/AAAAAAAAPdk/StyAaQojO4s/s1600/Toenails1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 399px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490430089736990018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JDxgWlfTPuk/TDHtE7rjrUI/AAAAAAAAPdk/StyAaQojO4s/s400/Toenails1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We watched more fireworks and partied with old friends on Sunday night...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and we're still celebrating with yet MORE old friends this evening!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh how I love 3-day weekends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hope everyone else has had a great weekend and is STILL celebrating with family and friends. =0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-5441376844295375850?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5441376844295375850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-4th-of-july.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/5441376844295375850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/5441376844295375850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th of July!!!'/><author><name>E @ Scottsville</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDxgWlfTPuk/Szg0sA8pUtI/AAAAAAAAO5g/_iYKApHkpDM/S220/EricaBlackNWhite2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JDxgWlfTPuk/TC-OtyolyzI/AAAAAAAAPdc/kaofzcgq70k/s72-c/July4th2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-1533447394704764007</id><published>2010-07-02T00:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T22:25:30.626-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mimi'/><title type='text'>Summer Time Blues...Because I Have A Lack Of Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is it just me or does Summer Time drive any one else just a little crazy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean when you have kids it is Bitter/Sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Sweet Because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;• It is FUN doing things outside...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;• You get to sleep in...Sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;• Lots of time spent with family...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;• Vacations...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/TCz8U7SWQ-I/AAAAAAAApNk/HyCsCEGZFyM/s400/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489039482300023778" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Bitter Because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;• Being on a Budget can interfere with all the Fun Summer Activities&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;• Later Bed Times because it is light until 9:30 PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;• The words "I'm Bored"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because you can't do something fun everyday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OR CAN YOU?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need your help to make my Summer Sweeter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leave me a comment with some FUN, FREE or SUPER CHEAP Summer Activities your family enjoys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This broke Mommy thanks you in advance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So spill...Share...PLEASE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Signed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Almost Too BROKE to PAY ATTENTION&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*But if you leave me some suggestions I will*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/4836752777733389880-1533447394704764007?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1533447394704764007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-time-bluesbecause-lack-of-green.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/1533447394704764007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/1533447394704764007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-time-bluesbecause-lack-of-green.html' title='Summer Time Blues...Because I Have A Lack Of Green'/><author><name>He &amp;amp; Me + 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03692972824923390203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/SwWCyiYKp5I/AAAAAAAAiDE/San7m_1OzdU/S220/DSC_0178profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/TCz8U7SWQ-I/AAAAAAAApNk/HyCsCEGZFyM/s72-c/DSC_0033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-4863183111750055820</id><published>2010-06-29T02:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T02:43:25.964-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nan'/><title type='text'>I'm Moving To Outer Space.....</title><content type='html'>As I get older, it has come to my attention that something isn't the same as it used to be. Or at least in the same &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;place&lt;/span&gt;. My face seems to be.....um......slipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can call it wrinkles.  I prefer to call it slipping. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Somebody &lt;/span&gt;has to take the blame.  Not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, after all, if my face doesn't want to....um......stay on my face whose fault is that? So how come wrinkles don't fall so far that your face actually falls off your head, huh? I'll bet your hair holds it on. But, if that's the case, then how come bald men still have their face on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, it's the gravity, people. It couldn't possibly be from the fact that I am getting older, right? It's not the wrinkles that are to blame, they're just sitting there minding their own business. It's the gravity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm moving to outer space.  But before I go, I'm going to try something else first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think that I look younger upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, from now on, I am going to be walking around like this.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eVvycVFRgsI/TCmTWw_28cI/AAAAAAAABF8/HYX5xZoNI24/s1600/IMG_1729.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/_eVvycVFRgsI/TCmTWw_28cI/AAAAAAAABF8/HYX5xZoNI24/s400/IMG_1729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488079640246809026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......so if you're looking for me, I'll be rockin' it upside down......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/171/E9C62A96D45C82F30D07B67B073A1845.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-4863183111750055820?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4863183111750055820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-moving-to-outer-space.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/4863183111750055820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/4863183111750055820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-moving-to-outer-space.html' title='I&apos;m Moving To Outer Space.....'/><author><name>momstheword</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVvycVFRgsI/SfoyUBtB18I/AAAAAAAAAWo/KBrwAhH9S58/S220/s1400204944_30105416_2983125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eVvycVFRgsI/TCmTWw_28cI/AAAAAAAABF8/HYX5xZoNI24/s72-c/IMG_1729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-1153202205246786256</id><published>2010-06-28T04:30:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T04:30:00.968-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erica'/><title type='text'>Our Shade-Sportin' Stalkers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As promised... last week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I showed you MY &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;new pink shades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDxgWlfTPuk/TBgMQTmguPI/AAAAAAAAPXE/02ugmoMlgpc/s1600/Sunglasses.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483146020602820850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDxgWlfTPuk/TBgMQTmguPI/AAAAAAAAPXE/02ugmoMlgpc/s400/Sunglasses.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I promised that if you sent me YOUR photo of YOU wearing your favorite SHADES, it would be posted for all &lt;s&gt;the world&lt;/s&gt; our viewers to see!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So drumroll please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without further ado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://stealthbmbshll.blogspot.com/"&gt;ROBIN&lt;/a&gt; shot me a shot, similar to mine....&lt;br /&gt;while driving down the road!&lt;br /&gt;CHEESE!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://dingdingdorn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485386444735094306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/TCAB6J4tniI/AAAAAAAAAew/bFan3E0yFAQ/s400/Robin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dingdingdorn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dingdingdorn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mimi&lt;/a&gt; sent me a great shot of her and her family...&lt;br /&gt;and even got AGENT to wear his shades.&lt;br /&gt;See, we can even get men to sport shades for our blog.&lt;br /&gt;Now where's the rest of our male viewers???&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/TCK2bY7mJFI/AAAAAAAAAfg/ezaCg1hdQwY/s1600/MimisShades.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486147877755823186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/TCK2bY7mJFI/AAAAAAAAAfg/ezaCg1hdQwY/s400/MimisShades.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;STEPH sported her shades out on the water...&lt;br /&gt;LUCKY GIRL! Can I come next time???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/TCAB5kYRYnI/AAAAAAAAAeo/WsHvsAhLKIU/s1600/Steph.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485386434666914418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/TCAB5kYRYnI/AAAAAAAAAeo/WsHvsAhLKIU/s400/Steph.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://scrapadoodledoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tarah&lt;/a&gt; showed us her shades AND her gum while driving down the road...&lt;br /&gt;ON VACATION! Again, so jealous!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hope you brought enough gum for everyone, TARAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/TCH4A5Dk4EI/AAAAAAAAAfA/d7mkXNr36Js/s1600/TarahShades.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485938515313483842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/TCH4A5Dk4EI/AAAAAAAAAfA/d7mkXNr36Js/s400/TarahShades.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://piecesofmiti.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miti&lt;/a&gt; and her little sweetheart posed for us...&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' those self-proclaimed J-Lo shades, Miti! They look fabulous on ya, Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/TCKy0A8dsdI/AAAAAAAAAfY/vDg4s6w_DL0/s1600/Miti%27sShades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486143902767231442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/TCKy0A8dsdI/AAAAAAAAAfY/vDg4s6w_DL0/s400/Miti%27sShades.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theowens3.blogspot.com/"&gt;Trish &lt;/a&gt;shared the spotlight with her BFF!&lt;br /&gt;Love this shot, Trish. I can't think of a better way to enjoy the blue waters!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/TCKyyFV2UOI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/qW3wJlB-QNY/s1600/Trish%27s+Shades.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486143869587706082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/TCKyyFV2UOI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/qW3wJlB-QNY/s400/Trish%27s+Shades.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Leslie sent me a picture in her WHITE shades!  I really, really like them. &lt;br /&gt;White was my next choice from my pink shades!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/TCYm9fSB08I/AAAAAAAAAfw/jFxbXBfVe0Q/s1600/LeslieShades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487116033808520130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/TCYm9fSB08I/AAAAAAAAAfw/jFxbXBfVe0Q/s400/LeslieShades.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my daughter Riley even sported her shades for me. I asked her to put them ON her face, but she said, &lt;em&gt;"But they look cuter on me this way?!"&lt;/em&gt; ...and so we left 'em.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, she's still sportin' them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/TCQNb5auP-I/AAAAAAAAAfo/ByojL1FLCtY/s1600/RileysShades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486525018964639714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/TCQNb5auP-I/AAAAAAAAAfo/ByojL1FLCtY/s400/RileysShades.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND last but not least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This little gal came to visit me at work last week. Her owner had her soooo decked out, I just kept grinning at her. She said "Oh you know you wanna take a picture!" So I pulled out my cell-cam and got this darling photo. I figured it was just perfect for this post! Ain't she darlin?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/TCAFm6EekdI/AAAAAAAAAe4/G0_RX3SIPrs/s1600/dOGGYsHADES.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485390512118469074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/TCAFm6EekdI/AAAAAAAAAe4/G0_RX3SIPrs/s400/dOGGYsHADES.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Now get out there and enjoy that beautiful sunshine in YOUR shades!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-1153202205246786256?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1153202205246786256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/our-shade-sportin-stalkers.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/1153202205246786256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/1153202205246786256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/our-shade-sportin-stalkers.html' title='Our Shade-Sportin&apos; Stalkers!'/><author><name>E @ Scottsville</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDxgWlfTPuk/Szg0sA8pUtI/AAAAAAAAO5g/_iYKApHkpDM/S220/EricaBlackNWhite2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDxgWlfTPuk/TBgMQTmguPI/AAAAAAAAPXE/02ugmoMlgpc/s72-c/Sunglasses.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-4764696939566740876</id><published>2010-06-25T00:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T00:30:00.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Had To Laugh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had to laugh because here I sent out an&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; SOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for the 5 Moms...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I went all &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;MIA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I keep saying...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"When this ends my schedule will clear"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"When this event is over I will be able to breathe again"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"When Summer gets here my schedule will lighten up a bit"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who am I kidding?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have three very active kids...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are forever on the move!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/TCQu2ytHqPI/AAAAAAAApIY/PC6-GWat0jM/s400/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486561764902938866" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm Living Life in the Fast Lane for the next &lt;b&gt;14 years!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Really?&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did I just Type that Aloud?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some Body Pull me over!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PLEASE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;SOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Waving the White Flag!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;HELP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taking it All In because the next 15 years are going to Fly by!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Mimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-4764696939566740876?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4764696939566740876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/had-to-laugh.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/4764696939566740876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/4764696939566740876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/had-to-laugh.html' title='Had To Laugh...'/><author><name>He &amp;amp; Me + 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03692972824923390203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/SwWCyiYKp5I/AAAAAAAAiDE/San7m_1OzdU/S220/DSC_0178profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/TCQu2ytHqPI/AAAAAAAApIY/PC6-GWat0jM/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-8754730712656558486</id><published>2010-06-23T15:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T15:10:03.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh is EHNUFF....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/TCJaMPSioKI/AAAAAAAApCA/ZF2OYD0Fg7c/s1600/cdn-flag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/TCJaMPSioKI/AAAAAAAApCA/ZF2OYD0Fg7c/s320/cdn-flag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, your travelin to Canada...Eh ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So your family likes saying Eh....Eh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Everytime someone asks me a question in my family they say Eh which is fine if we are speaking to someone who is Canadian but now, I'm not sure we will ever get rid of it....{Eh}! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously...this is what we have encountered so far: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, you like muffins Eh"!! Um yeah...we love muffins...thanks for asking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, you like huffin and puffin Eh"!! (As said while we were on a trail) and YES, I was huffin and puffin! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you like goofy hats...Eh" Yes, we love silly hats....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/TCJbErIE2QI/AAAAAAAApCI/qrLTetAgr3c/s1600/Banff+1+376.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/TCJbErIE2QI/AAAAAAAApCI/qrLTetAgr3c/s400/Banff+1+376.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/TCJbJE6eaTI/AAAAAAAApCQ/8YRDlh9QWQo/s1600/Banff+1+377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/TCJbJE6eaTI/AAAAAAAApCQ/8YRDlh9QWQo/s400/Banff+1+377.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So what do I do with the Eh? Do we keep it? I'm really starting to love it..Eh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Till next time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Tarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-8754730712656558486?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8754730712656558486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/eh-is-ehnuff.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/8754730712656558486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/8754730712656558486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/eh-is-ehnuff.html' title='Eh is EHNUFF....'/><author><name>Eyeglasses &amp;amp; Endzones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04799530639331072171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S_FxblwXQrI/AAAAAAAAoy0/pKTY0IQRLPQ/S220/Tarah+Edited+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/TCJaMPSioKI/AAAAAAAApCA/ZF2OYD0Fg7c/s72-c/cdn-flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-3463922568149436702</id><published>2010-06-22T01:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T01:57:01.409-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nan'/><title type='text'>Bumps, And Aches, And Bruises, Oh My!</title><content type='html'>I get annoyed when I hurt myself. I really do. If I bump into something hard enough that it hurts, it annoys me. It not only annoys me, it has the potential to greatly irritate me....not to mention it might even hurt my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's because I feel it's unnecessary. After all, it's not like I'm walking down the hall and all of a sudden the wall jumps out and deliberately gets in my way. It's not as if I am standing in the kitchen and the cupboard or drawer suddenly attacks me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feels &lt;/span&gt;that way sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lived in this house a long time. I know where the walls are. I know where the corners and edges are. Still, I manage to hurt myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can walk and turn the corner........and the corner has moved. All of a sudden, the wall is three feet longer than it used to be, which means the corner is now in my way. That is the only explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cupboards and drawers conspire against me. The walls move, the floors become uneven all of a sudden, the stairs are like a roller coaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What other explanation is there?  It's either them, or me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if it's me, then it's my fault, and thus I can prevent it. Only, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut corners as I'm going from room to room.  I don't walk, I rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pile a laundry basket about five feet high and then try to carry the thing down the stairs, carefully feeling for each step in front of me as I can't see where I'm going.....I am just an accident looking for a place to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take it as a personal insult if the phone rings more than once. I like to see how quickly I can answer the phone, even if it means I have to bodily launch myself into the air, leaping over dogs and people alike to get to it. Because I have to answer it first, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave cupboard doors open, bend down to pick up something that fell out of the cupboard, and then bump my head on the cupboard door. I burn my fingers in the oven, slam my fingers in the drawers, and all in all just manage to injure myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying, but true.  And now, if you will excuse me, I have to go bump into something on my way to somewhere.  Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/171/E9C62A96D45C82F30D07B67B073A1845.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-3463922568149436702?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3463922568149436702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/bumps-and-aches-and-bruises-oh-my.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/3463922568149436702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/3463922568149436702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/bumps-and-aches-and-bruises-oh-my.html' title='Bumps, And Aches, And Bruises, Oh My!'/><author><name>momstheword</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVvycVFRgsI/SfoyUBtB18I/AAAAAAAAAWo/KBrwAhH9S58/S220/s1400204944_30105416_2983125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-5918435838168399955</id><published>2010-06-21T04:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T04:30:00.106-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erica'/><title type='text'>Show Me Your Shades!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, I'm a huge SUMMER fan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love, love, love SUMMER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the beaches, the pools, the water, the not-being-cold-and-covered-in-goosebumps-24/7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just a summer kinda gal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also love sunglasses! A couple of years back, I found a bright pink pair and wore them til I wore them OUT! So I've been on a mission to find my NEW pink shades for over a year now. And this past weekend, while on a roadtrip, I FOUND THEM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pink shades&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDxgWlfTPuk/TBgMQTmguPI/AAAAAAAAPXE/02ugmoMlgpc/s1600/Sunglasses.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483146020602820850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDxgWlfTPuk/TBgMQTmguPI/AAAAAAAAPXE/02ugmoMlgpc/s400/Sunglasses.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I was wondering...&lt;br /&gt;What kinda SHADES do y'all wear? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If y'all will take one of these totally random cell-phone shots of YOU in your favorite SHADES and email them to me at &lt;a href="mailto:ericastoybox@yahoo.com"&gt;ericastoybox@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;, I'll be including them in NEXT Monday's post: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shade-Sportin' Stalkers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hurry it up! Snap a quick shot of you in your shades and send it my way!&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how many of our viewers are daring enough to let me post their shade-mug shots!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Do it today! Don't delay! =0)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-5918435838168399955?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5918435838168399955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/show-me-your-shades.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/5918435838168399955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/5918435838168399955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/show-me-your-shades.html' title='Show Me Your Shades!!!'/><author><name>E @ Scottsville</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDxgWlfTPuk/Szg0sA8pUtI/AAAAAAAAO5g/_iYKApHkpDM/S220/EricaBlackNWhite2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDxgWlfTPuk/TBgMQTmguPI/AAAAAAAAPXE/02ugmoMlgpc/s72-c/Sunglasses.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-2538244271530350416</id><published>2010-06-14T05:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T19:36:48.524-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erica'/><title type='text'>I'm Gonna Make You Sing It!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/TBgM00ECVZI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Aq8OpeRSMG4/s1600/WeinerMobile.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDxgWlfTPuk/TARdLz7y70I/AAAAAAAAPVw/2jqikiLtIJM/s1600/WeinerMobile.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look what WE got to see last week!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/TBgM00ECVZI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Aq8OpeRSMG4/s1600/WeinerMobile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483146647791883666" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/TBgM00ECVZI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Aq8OpeRSMG4/s400/WeinerMobile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And you know EACH and EVERY ONE OF YOU is now gonna have that song stuck in your heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I wish I were an &lt;strong&gt;Oscar Mayer Weiner&lt;/strong&gt;...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead Gals (&amp;amp; Guys), sing it to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-2538244271530350416?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2538244271530350416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-gonna-make-you-sing-it.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/2538244271530350416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/2538244271530350416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-gonna-make-you-sing-it.html' title='I&apos;m Gonna Make You Sing It!!!!'/><author><name>E @ Scottsville</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDxgWlfTPuk/Szg0sA8pUtI/AAAAAAAAO5g/_iYKApHkpDM/S220/EricaBlackNWhite2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/TBgM00ECVZI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Aq8OpeRSMG4/s72-c/WeinerMobile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-6740603122692599920</id><published>2010-06-11T00:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T00:27:36.894-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mimi'/><title type='text'>Am I Crazy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I am always afraid to change the sheets on our beds...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;But I try to do it every other week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The day I change the sheets one of the three kids will have a bloody nose that night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;or Stunt Man will have an accident. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Are you kidding me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Back into the washer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Makes me &lt;b&gt;Crazy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The other day my van started making noises...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I mean driving down the road for 10 minutes still making noises...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I get 2 blocks from my mechanics shop &amp;amp; the noise stops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I pick him up &amp;amp; drive around only for it to purr like a kitten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Are you kidding me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I know he thinks I am &lt;b&gt;Crazy!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We have been teaching Angel new tricks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;She is a very smart dog...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The other day I taught her to play dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I call Agent in the room &amp;amp; tell her to play dead...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;She looks at me like I have three heads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Of course does not play dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481349553152658274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/TBGqYI1pC2I/AAAAAAAAo8M/Kn07GPsIuTU/s400/IMG_1044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Are you kidding me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Come on...Throw me a bone here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Now Agent thinks I am &lt;b&gt;Crazy&lt;/b&gt; with three heads too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Please tell me I am not &lt;b&gt;Crazy&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Things like this happen to you too...Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Trying to find Sanity,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Mimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-6740603122692599920?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6740603122692599920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/am-i-crazy.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/6740603122692599920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/6740603122692599920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/am-i-crazy.html' title='Am I Crazy?'/><author><name>He &amp;amp; Me + 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03692972824923390203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/SwWCyiYKp5I/AAAAAAAAiDE/San7m_1OzdU/S220/DSC_0178profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/TBGqYI1pC2I/AAAAAAAAo8M/Kn07GPsIuTU/s72-c/IMG_1044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-2454165296676806151</id><published>2010-06-10T12:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T12:38:03.294-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miti'/><title type='text'>My Good Way to Spend Summer List</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;There's 104 days of summer vacation then school comes along just to end it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, that catchy little tune has recently been engraved into my brain thanks to a certain little someone.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And although we won't be giving any monkeys a hot shower..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://seattleryan.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/phineas-and-ferb-phineas-and-ferb-6427587-500-3522.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://seattleryan.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/phineas-and-ferb-phineas-and-ferb-6427587-500-3522.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;or climbing up the Eiffel Tower (&lt;i&gt;bummer&lt;/i&gt;), I'm pretty sure that our summer won't be wasted away (unless...someone wants to take me to Margaritaville and help me search for a lost shaker of salt, but that wouldn't be a waste, would it???).&amp;nbsp; Sounds like I DO have summer on the brain.&amp;nbsp; So what's a girl (and a boy) to do all summer long????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wonder how can I make the MOST of it (in true Phineas and Ferb spirit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I could unplug the TV during the day and enjoy the sunshine with Mason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Drive myself CRAZY and take him to Cheeky Judges (aka Chuck E. Cheeses).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wonder WHY did I follow through with #3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Rest after winning (just barely) the excruciating Battle at Chuck's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Take a deep breath and continue on with our little summer &lt;strike&gt;vacation&lt;/strike&gt; staycation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Make the world go round by taking my BIG BOTTOM self to the gym.&amp;nbsp; (Alright what's up with all song references???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Think like The Little Engine That Could and say, "I think I can!&amp;nbsp; I  think I can!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dream about the buns of steel that will never be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&amp;nbsp; Continue with Zumba just because I LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.&amp;nbsp; Take Mason for some swimming lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Figure out how I'm gonna be "right there" for Mason and not drown myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Survive Mason's swimming lessons (I hope).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Enjoy time with my family from Costa Rica.&amp;nbsp; (Note to self:&amp;nbsp; they are coming to you, not vise versa :o( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Watch lots and lots of Phineas and Ferb (on a rainy day of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wonder how Phineas and Ferb give a real life monkey a hot shower with such ease while I struggle with a so-called monkey of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Try to remember how to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Become an &lt;strike&gt;American&lt;/strike&gt; Costa Rican Picker by picking someone else's trash for some treasures, followed by picking strawberries.&amp;nbsp; We'll just make a day of it.&amp;nbsp; Why not????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Get robbed by someone named Carmike and take Mason to see Toy Story III and be glad I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wonder where the time goes.&amp;nbsp; Summer's going by so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Be happy that the end of summer is drawing near.&amp;nbsp; After all, the end of summer brings the beginning of a brand spankin' new home!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Score on more awesome deals at my favorite home improvement store, LOWES.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Current savings so far.... $436 on 5 light fixtures&amp;nbsp; CHA CHING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wait anxiously for MOVING DAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jump for JOY cause it's MOVING Day!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fall in love with our new playroom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Give thanks to God for all He has given me and my family ♥.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;What's on your summer list?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yours (truly).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Miti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mama's Losin' It" src="http://i913.photobucket.com/albums/ac331/mamakatslosinit/poodle4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Need some blog inspiration?&amp;nbsp; Visit Mama Kat for some motivational prompts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-2454165296676806151?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2454165296676806151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-good-way-to-spend-summer-list.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/2454165296676806151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/2454165296676806151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-good-way-to-spend-summer-list.html' title='My Good Way to Spend Summer List'/><author><name>Miti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04193736084148703508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/ScxDaVW9ThI/AAAAAAAAASo/7nh3KPf9Lnw/S220/102copy-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-1532592768048754934</id><published>2010-06-07T04:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T04:30:00.390-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erica'/><title type='text'>Ya know, I was thinking...</title><content type='html'>...What if all food was invisible. There'd be a lot fewer stains on my kids' clothing. Heck, there'd be a lot fewer stains on my own clothing. Say for instance the pair of ivory slacks that I wore to work last Thursday, and unknowingly dropped a crumb of my Snickers bar onto them. An hour later, NICE chocolate stain right between my thighs. I was so proud! NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... If all clothing was invisible, we wouldn't even have to WORRY about stains, would we? Oh wait, if clothing was invisible, what would be the point of wearing it? Well, I guess it would still be SUPPORTIVE even if invisible, right? Oh nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... What if instead we had all clothing made of PLASTIC! Yea, plastic... cuz then you could just wipe off ANYTHING that fell on it. Liquids wouldn't set in, they'd just bead right off. Yep, plastic is the fabric of the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... But if all clothing was made of plastic, imagine how sticky things could get when you start to sweat?! Or imagine how noisy it might be as you try to slip quietly into a meeting or conference or church service?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Maybe we should just make stains POPULAR! Like the more stains you have, the COOLER and HIPPER you are! Afterall, the youngest of the young are doing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Erica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-1532592768048754934?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1532592768048754934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/ya-know-i-was-thinking.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/1532592768048754934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/1532592768048754934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/ya-know-i-was-thinking.html' title='Ya know, I was thinking...'/><author><name>E @ Scottsville</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDxgWlfTPuk/Szg0sA8pUtI/AAAAAAAAO5g/_iYKApHkpDM/S220/EricaBlackNWhite2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-2051123099878229938</id><published>2010-06-04T00:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T00:28:05.080-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mimi'/><title type='text'>Sending Out An SOS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I am officially sending out an &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;SOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for our 5 Moms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478414930516662370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/TAc9WnmkWGI/AAAAAAAAo24/q4jJP6vSmhw/s400/98-SOS-LA_w500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;They said they would &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;BRB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;...but I haven't seen them in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Apparently some of them have gone &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;MIA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This is no &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; matter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Someone call &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;911&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478414922982556290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/TAc9WLiTAoI/AAAAAAAAo2w/vDl3ptLvvwU/s400/phone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;or if you know the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;411&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; on their where abouts you can share it in the comments below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478414910572992482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/TAc9VdToF-I/AAAAAAAAo2g/6oJsZ0T-MqA/s400/750px-US_411.svg.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Thanks for your help!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;TTYL,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Mimi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;One of the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;MIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Moms!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;BTW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;...I am having a Giveaway at my &lt;a href="http://dingdingdorn.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; today...come see!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478414917727695794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/TAc9V39cM7I/AAAAAAAAo2o/EzdrpJSSniQ/s400/HeMe3-Header1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-2051123099878229938?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2051123099878229938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/sending-out-sos.html#comment-form' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/2051123099878229938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/2051123099878229938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/sending-out-sos.html' title='Sending Out An SOS!'/><author><name>He &amp;amp; Me + 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03692972824923390203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/SwWCyiYKp5I/AAAAAAAAiDE/San7m_1OzdU/S220/DSC_0178profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/TAc9WnmkWGI/AAAAAAAAo24/q4jJP6vSmhw/s72-c/98-SOS-LA_w500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-3396028172637122962</id><published>2010-06-01T02:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T02:25:09.920-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nan'/><title type='text'>Do You Know Where Your Purse Has Been Lately?</title><content type='html'>I have a "thing" about putting my purse on a public bathroom floor. Yes, I did just decide to do a post on the floors of a public restroom. After all, it's not like you've never been in one, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can be as clean and immaculate looking as I've ever seen and I still wouldn't want to eat off that floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So recently, my purse accidentally fell off the hook and landed on the floor of the public restroom. (Hmmmmm, I wonder how many times I can say "public restroom" in one post?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.k., follow me here. Your purse sits on the floor of a public restroom (ha!) and then you bring it home and place it on your kitchen table......that you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eat &lt;/span&gt;on. Or on your kitchen counter.....that you prepare food on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you say "ewwwww!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have a "thing" about that.  Also, usually the first thing that someone does when they come into your home to visit is to deposit their purse. Whenever people come into my home, at some point, their purse usually winds up on my kitchen counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, think about it. Where do people set their purses? On the floor next to them when they're out somewhere, or on the floor of the car? The floor of the restroom?  In the car trunk? On the grass next to them in the park? Sometimes they hang it over the back of a chair but not always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not walk on my kitchen counters, and yet in a sense we're "walking" on them when you put our purse on them (if our purse has been on the floor).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.k., I will stop my public service announcement and leave you all to ponder where your purse has been lately.  You're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/171/E9C62A96D45C82F30D07B67B073A1845.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-3396028172637122962?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3396028172637122962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/do-you-know-where-your-purse-has-been.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/3396028172637122962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/3396028172637122962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/do-you-know-where-your-purse-has-been.html' title='Do You Know Where Your Purse Has Been Lately?'/><author><name>momstheword</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVvycVFRgsI/SfoyUBtB18I/AAAAAAAAAWo/KBrwAhH9S58/S220/s1400204944_30105416_2983125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-4290141654347020189</id><published>2010-05-31T04:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T04:30:00.191-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erica'/><title type='text'>Happy Memorial Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/TABgmwNrF3I/AAAAAAAAAeY/xho1Z4fJMws/s1600/Memorial+Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476483365776070514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/TABgmwNrF3I/AAAAAAAAAeY/xho1Z4fJMws/s400/Memorial+Day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wishing you and your family a wonderful holiday weekend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And hoping you'll all take the time to remember why we even have a day off today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you to my kids' dad for serving in the US Air Force and now in the police force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you to my Dad for serving in the US Army in Vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you to my Granddad for serving in the US Navy in World War II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you to all of those who are still serving now, those who served in the past, those who gave their lives, and the families who lost loved one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-4290141654347020189?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4290141654347020189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-memorial-day.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/4290141654347020189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/4290141654347020189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-memorial-day.html' title='Happy Memorial Day!!!'/><author><name>E @ Scottsville</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDxgWlfTPuk/Szg0sA8pUtI/AAAAAAAAO5g/_iYKApHkpDM/S220/EricaBlackNWhite2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/TABgmwNrF3I/AAAAAAAAAeY/xho1Z4fJMws/s72-c/Memorial+Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-2085234026723370371</id><published>2010-05-28T00:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T00:28:30.836-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mimi'/><title type='text'>I'm Back...But Not Really.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I totally spaced last Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Forgot my responsibilities at the 5 Moms...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Not on purpose...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Life just got in the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I'm Back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;But not really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Just want to wish you all a wonderful Holiday Weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Nothing special going on this weekend over here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Just Soccer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;on Monday a &lt;b&gt;BBQ &lt;/b&gt;with family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I love &lt;b&gt;BBQ's!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Each family member has their signature food that they bring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I look forward to our family&lt;b&gt; BBQ's!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;What is my signature food?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;If you know me then you know I bring the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;CHIPS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476072464593085426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S_7q5KBeY_I/AAAAAAAAozk/OJD0cPXbHSQ/s400/2422424675_a98fe08f54.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I am not good in the Kitchen &amp;amp; someone has to bring the &lt;b&gt;CHIPS&lt;/b&gt;...Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Do you have a signature dish that you bring to potlucks or family gatherings?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Getting Hungry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Mimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-2085234026723370371?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2085234026723370371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-backbut-not-really.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/2085234026723370371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/2085234026723370371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-backbut-not-really.html' title='I&apos;m Back...But Not Really.'/><author><name>He &amp;amp; Me + 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03692972824923390203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/SwWCyiYKp5I/AAAAAAAAiDE/San7m_1OzdU/S220/DSC_0178profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S_7q5KBeY_I/AAAAAAAAozk/OJD0cPXbHSQ/s72-c/2422424675_a98fe08f54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-6769877016010984956</id><published>2010-05-25T02:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T02:29:22.987-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nan'/><title type='text'>It's My Onion And I'll Cry If I Want To</title><content type='html'>I wish I could slice an onion without crying. I really do. But slicing an onion is always an emotionally wrenching experience for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried all sorts of suggestions from people. I even tried opening windows, wearing sunglasses and on one attempt, goggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I got from that was some very strange expressions from family members.  Not that I could see them clearly through the blur of tears.  Hey, it's my onion and I'll cry if I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wanted to cry, I would just cry or watch a sad movie.  I wouldn't chop up an onion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get it.  I just don't get how some people can chop onions and their eyes don't water and their nose doesn't run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention my nose runs? This is not attractive. Let's just say that I never chopped an onion during the entire time my husband and I were dating. Well, not in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;front &lt;/span&gt;of him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't. Where would I do it?  The kitchen is no good, not a tissue in sight.  Chopping an onion in the bathroom is not very sanitary, but where else would I find a sink, toilet paper or tissue, and privacy all at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/171/E9C62A96D45C82F30D07B67B073A1845.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-6769877016010984956?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6769877016010984956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-my-onion-and-ill-cry-if-i-want-to.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/6769877016010984956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/6769877016010984956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-my-onion-and-ill-cry-if-i-want-to.html' title='It&apos;s My Onion And I&apos;ll Cry If I Want To'/><author><name>momstheword</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVvycVFRgsI/SfoyUBtB18I/AAAAAAAAAWo/KBrwAhH9S58/S220/s1400204944_30105416_2983125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-3377622307283928838</id><published>2010-05-19T03:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T03:00:09.300-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tarah'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday..BUSTED! How Many Did He Eat???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S_N1WVz2JhI/AAAAAAAAo3I/hOvTHL_hxiI/s1600/Mason+Edited+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S_N1WVz2JhI/AAAAAAAAo3I/hOvTHL_hxiI/s400/Mason+Edited+2.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;T~A~R~A~H&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-3377622307283928838?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3377622307283928838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/wordless-wednesdaybusted-how-many-did.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/3377622307283928838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/3377622307283928838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/wordless-wednesdaybusted-how-many-did.html' title='Wordless Wednesday..BUSTED! How Many Did He Eat???'/><author><name>Eyeglasses &amp;amp; Endzones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04799530639331072171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S_FxblwXQrI/AAAAAAAAoy0/pKTY0IQRLPQ/S220/Tarah+Edited+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S_N1WVz2JhI/AAAAAAAAo3I/hOvTHL_hxiI/s72-c/Mason+Edited+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-8724204443107371707</id><published>2010-05-18T01:09:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T01:28:48.649-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nan'/><title type='text'>Grocery Shopping Is Not For The Faint At Heart</title><content type='html'>It's 5:00 pm.  Do you know where your dinner is??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word to the wise: don't ever go to the grocery store at 5:00 p.m. in the evening.   Don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The store is full of people. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hungry &lt;/span&gt;people.  Hungry people in a hurry. Hungry people in a hurry that have absolutely no idea what to make for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;desperate &lt;/span&gt;people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go unless you are willing to park in the parking lot, 45 miles away from the store. Because there will not be a close parking spot to be found.  Oh, and it will probably be raining too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go unless you are willing to negotiate the aisles with your shopping cart. Do you have a driver's license? Not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you need is a license to drive an obstacle course. You know, one of those closed courses they show on t.v. and it says "Driven by a professional driver. Do not try this at home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't try this at the grocery store either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to be able to operate your shopping cart at amazing speeds, and able to speed around any person who gets in your way, with a smile and a "sorry" on your lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to be able to stop your cart any time you see an amazing deal, a great idea for dinner, or an overwhelmed mom who is desperately seeking dinner and something to quiet her screaming, hungry children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to be able run into the store at 5:00 p.m. and get out by 5:01, with an amazing dinner and maybe even dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, better yet, you need to have the number to your local pizza place on speed dial, as grocery shopping is not for the faint at heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; 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Chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;• Blue Cheese Dressing &amp;amp; Boneless Buffalo Wings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;• Swiss Cheese &amp;amp; Salt Sprinkled on top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(Don't judge until you have tried it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;• Taco's &amp;amp; Sour Cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;• Carrots &amp;amp; Ranch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;• Pumpkin Pie &amp;amp; Whipped Cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;• Apple Pie &amp;amp; Ice Cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468581679392148610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S-ROEElgzII/AAAAAAAAoGw/CJQYFoNiKgE/s400/IMG_2127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;These are pairs that I could not eat separate from each other...EVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Well...except for Peanut Butter &amp;amp; Chocolate...Those are both yummy anytime of the day together or apart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;What are some of your Perfect Pairs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Do share...I am always hungry for something new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Craving Something Good,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Mimi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-420449237734576552?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/420449237734576552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/perfect-pairs.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/420449237734576552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/420449237734576552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/perfect-pairs.html' title='Perfect Pairs'/><author><name>He &amp;amp; Me + 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03692972824923390203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/SwWCyiYKp5I/AAAAAAAAiDE/San7m_1OzdU/S220/DSC_0178profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S-ROEElgzII/AAAAAAAAoGw/CJQYFoNiKgE/s72-c/IMG_2127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-6745953694911574978</id><published>2010-05-13T13:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T13:23:00.157-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miti'/><title type='text'>I'm So Sick of It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last time on Five Mom's and a Blog, Nan was talking about having a sickness and it's sad to say but I have one of my own.&amp;nbsp; I like to refer to it as the crafting bug.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what it looks like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.craftzine.com/FB-monsters-opener.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" src="http://blog.craftzine.com/FB-monsters-opener.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, it's gotten bad, not because my house is oozing with creativity.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;I wish that were the case!!!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; It's more in my brain and in my computer, evidenced by all the saved files.&amp;nbsp; Every time I see a neat little project, I snatch it away and put in my crafty little crafting file, where they'll be saved for all eternity.&amp;nbsp; It is a sickness cause I just can't seem to stop doing it.&amp;nbsp; And there just can't be anything right about owning a sewing machine for several years now, loving it like it were a child of my own, all the while never having threaded it's needle.&amp;nbsp; It's sad :o(&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I know and I'm sure the mere thought just sickens you sewing goddesses.&amp;nbsp; But the reality is this - I'm a BIG SCARTY-CAT!&amp;nbsp; I'm too afraid of hurting it, so I just let it sit in solitary confinement. It's for it's own good.&amp;nbsp; Where's Martha Stewart when you need her????&amp;nbsp; not here :o(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't have proof, but believe me, the projects are there.&amp;nbsp; My computer can attest to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I could remember, I've always enjoyed making things and have always wanted to own a boutique shop in a quaint little town.&amp;nbsp; Oh man, the possibilities would be endless.&amp;nbsp; Everything would be homemade with love.&amp;nbsp; Awwwww.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe it could look something like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ohlalaparis.com/photos/uncategorized/boutique_chatelet_paris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.ohlalaparis.com/photos/uncategorized/boutique_chatelet_paris.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OR THIS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://alloveralbany.com/images/indigo_salon_storefront_angle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://alloveralbany.com/images/indigo_salon_storefront_angle.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Or how about something pretty in pink?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.treehugger.com/pie-storefront.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="http://www.treehugger.com/pie-storefront.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or maybe I should open my own little Esty shop?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The thought has crossed my mind MANY a times.&amp;nbsp; Like I said, crafting is a sickness.&amp;nbsp; So, what's the remedy? Maybe I just need a place where my brain can have a little piece of mind and my creative juices are welcomed with opened arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Have you ever wanted something so bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stay tuned.&amp;nbsp; Maybe sometime in the future I'll have a GRAND OPENING to announce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Miti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Future owner of Miti Homemade &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(in my dreams)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-6745953694911574978?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6745953694911574978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-so-sick-of-it.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/6745953694911574978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/6745953694911574978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-so-sick-of-it.html' title='I&apos;m So Sick of It!'/><author><name>Miti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04193736084148703508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/ScxDaVW9ThI/AAAAAAAAASo/7nh3KPf9Lnw/S220/102copy-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-845414778038443957</id><published>2010-05-11T02:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T02:41:01.736-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nan'/><title type='text'>It's A Sickness.....Really......</title><content type='html'>I have a thing about groceries. I do a lot of my shopping at a store where you pack your own groceries. I don't mind bagging my own, and I think it's because deep down, I am a frustrated bagger. It's like a game. Or a challenge. Or a sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I was a little girl I would go to the store with my mom and watch them put her groceries in a bag. It just looked like so much fun. Now, I get to go shopping and have my own fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fast can I load a bag?  Can I beat the other person loading their bags &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;across &lt;/span&gt;from me?  Who will &lt;s&gt;win&lt;/s&gt; get their bags packed first?  The fun part is winning a race that they don't even know they're in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many items can I cram into one bag? Yeah, you heard me. I try to cram as many things into the bag as I can. I consider it a special challenge and a personal affront to my dignity if I only get a few things in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also prefer to use only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one &lt;/span&gt;bag per cramming. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anybody &lt;/span&gt;can use &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two &lt;/span&gt;bags at a time instead of one. The art is to use one bag at a time and cram away. Can I put 50 pounds of canned goods into a single plastic bag and NOT have it rip or break?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far will I get before the bag breaks? Five feet is my personal best. My son once got a couple of steps before his bag broke, dropping 5 pounds of apples that then proceeded to roll down the driveway. Clearly I have corrupted him. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I carry 18 bags of groceries into my house at one time? Seriously, I have a thing about two trips. I would rather burden myself down with 50 bags than make an extra trip. I have bags hanging off my neck, my ankles, my ears, my nose..........anything with a "handle" on it, and anything to avoid making a second trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love pairing strange things up.  Eggs.  What can you pair with eggs and still be safe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bread is good.  Paper towels are good.  Toilet paper is good. But cans?  What if the cans fall on the eggs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you pair up eggs with a five pound bag of sugar.  You &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cannot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, it is always good to tell a teenager which bag the eggs are in.  I'm just sayin'.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/171/E9C62A96D45C82F30D07B67B073A1845.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-845414778038443957?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/845414778038443957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-sicknessreally.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/845414778038443957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/845414778038443957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-sicknessreally.html' title='It&apos;s A Sickness.....Really......'/><author><name>momstheword</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVvycVFRgsI/SfoyUBtB18I/AAAAAAAAAWo/KBrwAhH9S58/S220/s1400204944_30105416_2983125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-3331946404367140252</id><published>2010-05-10T04:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T04:30:00.610-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erica'/><title type='text'>The String On the Finger Ain't Cuttin' It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So does anyone find it odd what they CAN remember.... and hate what they CAN'T remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my work, I'm needing to learn the names of our clients. But our clientele at our investment firm is primarily ELDERLY. And I'm not trying to be mean, but they all kinda start to look alike after a certain age. Know what I mean? After all, they all have gray hair, they all have wrinkles... Oh, now I'm just sounding mean, aren't I? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I've been there since February 1st, and most of the clients already know 'of me' and know my name even if they've yet to come in and meet me. They all had to go from "Liz" (my predecessor) to "Erica". They only had to learn ONE new name and one new face. Plus there's a little name plaque on my desk should they forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, on the other hand, have to learn.... uh.... 500+ clients?! Yikes. {{shiver}}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, it's been quite the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...... my boss is now planning a two-day Meet-n-Greet with all of the clients and has told them in the invitations to "wear their smiles" when they arrive as "Erica" will be taking their portraits as our gift to them. Oh boy!?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we're gonna give them all a copy of each picture and we'll keep one --- flash cards for Erica maybe? Ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, my memory is struggling.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I can say this NAME in its entirety (which takes a whole six seconds just to say) with no problems.... WHY? Because it was on a commercial one time, and you know me.... MEMORIZE commercials with no problem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469061469405199634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/S-YCbhqsPRI/AAAAAAAAAeI/2A3HvB8qjsY/s800/LongestPlaceName1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;WHY IS THAT? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So what silly, stupid, crazy things can YOU remember that you really have NO need for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gvtc.com/~d6scotts/EricasGraphics/-Erica.gif" align="right" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-3331946404367140252?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3331946404367140252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/string-on-finger-aint-cuttin-it.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/3331946404367140252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/3331946404367140252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/string-on-finger-aint-cuttin-it.html' title='The String On the Finger Ain&apos;t Cuttin&apos; It!'/><author><name>E @ Scottsville</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDxgWlfTPuk/Szg0sA8pUtI/AAAAAAAAO5g/_iYKApHkpDM/S220/EricaBlackNWhite2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/S-YCbhqsPRI/AAAAAAAAAeI/2A3HvB8qjsY/s72-c/LongestPlaceName1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-665615219892412703</id><published>2010-05-07T00:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T00:29:35.214-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mimi'/><title type='text'>What Makes You Comment?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I am just wondering...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;What makes you comment on a blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you read it do you always comment?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you comment on only the blogs that comment on yours?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you just read blogs without commenting?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you only comment when you post?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you comment back on new bloggers that pop by &amp;amp; comment on yours?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you comment on blogs because they are having a giveaway?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Like today? I'm kidding. I am guilty of leaving an extra comment for an extra entry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Winning is fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I'm curious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I have my thoughts on Commenting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;But it is nice to hear what other blogging friends think about commenting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Share your thoughts...we are all friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Leave me a comment and I will comment back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;MIMI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-665615219892412703?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/665615219892412703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-makes-you-comment.html#comment-form' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/665615219892412703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/665615219892412703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-makes-you-comment.html' title='What Makes You Comment?'/><author><name>He &amp;amp; Me + 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03692972824923390203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/SwWCyiYKp5I/AAAAAAAAiDE/San7m_1OzdU/S220/DSC_0178profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-1499819637859964986</id><published>2010-05-06T10:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T10:09:00.945-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miti'/><title type='text'>Some Motherly Advise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm sure you all know what Sunday is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;That's right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Mother's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://api.ning.com/files/hfAIAsT-Aa7YH72bCxsZvEvLWSmUO5V0i6qn4qpIS5jbdS49FupP1SLO6bnuo33PCz5cNHr2cfgEshbiQ17mAjPL-g4uS5KJ/ErinCartoon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://api.ning.com/files/hfAIAsT-Aa7YH72bCxsZvEvLWSmUO5V0i6qn4qpIS5jbdS49FupP1SLO6bnuo33PCz5cNHr2cfgEshbiQ17mAjPL-g4uS5KJ/ErinCartoon.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is definitely a holiday worthy of celebrating.  And I'm not saying that because I'm a mommy myself.  With 4 years of motherhood behind me, I still have plenty of learning to do before I can earn my Greatest Mommy Award.  My mom, however, has had her little trophy for quiet some time.  To be exact, she's had it for as long as I can remember.  I know that I've got a great mentor to rely on if I need any advise.  If my little guy is feeling under the weather, I know just who to call.  It never fails.  She always has the best old-fashion, homemade remedies, like mixing one part olive oil + one part honey + a little splash of lemon juice to sooth a nasty cough.  Believe it or not it tasted really good and it worked like a charm!  Sometimes the remedies are a little out there like when she told me to grease him down with Vapo Rub.  Yeah, that's nothing new, but then she tells me to wrap him up in newspaper! ??????? Don't ask me... Since the first trick worked, I didn't have to resort to that one.  I gotta say, though, I'm kinda curious.....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is this.  A mom would not be a great mom if she didn't give advise to her children.  It's part of the motherhood territory.  One day, God willing, I'll be giving my children advise on how they can be the greatest parent ever.  I just have to remember everything that my mom has taught me and then pass it on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So tell me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What great advise has your motherly mentor passed on to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Your's (truly),&lt;br /&gt;Miti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-1499819637859964986?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1499819637859964986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/some-motherly-advise.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/1499819637859964986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/1499819637859964986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/some-motherly-advise.html' title='Some Motherly Advise'/><author><name>Miti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04193736084148703508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/ScxDaVW9ThI/AAAAAAAAASo/7nh3KPf9Lnw/S220/102copy-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-6380805636510049534</id><published>2010-05-05T03:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T03:00:05.414-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tarah'/><title type='text'>When bad things happen to GOOD people {me}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know when you need a pedicure...BAD? &lt;/div&gt;Yeah like where your flip flops actually break because they are TIRED of carrying&amp;nbsp;your pathetic toes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;{NOT an actual photo of me you know that I don't own those pants anymore}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S-D0s2dpoEI/AAAAAAAAoUg/rgwv9Jc5XPA/s1600/518356409_b18b849e67.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S-D0s2dpoEI/AAAAAAAAoUg/rgwv9Jc5XPA/s320/518356409_b18b849e67.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, I am rushing...and rushing....and I should have pulled into here: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S-D0EEKXuXI/AAAAAAAAoUY/wQq7K8DVjLg/s1600/5-4-10+026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S-D0EEKXuXI/AAAAAAAAoUY/wQq7K8DVjLg/s320/5-4-10+026.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But somehow, I decided to park here.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S-D0CE8P0nI/AAAAAAAAoUQ/2QbnBWy5g3s/s1600/5-4-10+025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S-D0CE8P0nI/AAAAAAAAoUQ/2QbnBWy5g3s/s320/5-4-10+025.JPG" tt="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;C'mon..they look alike!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So..Did I get one of these? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S-D1lYWRx3I/AAAAAAAAoUo/muhJhSiN8yw/s1600/police_writing_speeding_ticket.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S-D1lYWRx3I/AAAAAAAAoUo/muhJhSiN8yw/s400/police_writing_speeding_ticket.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nope...Because I am blessed AND because I am a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S-D2kjlcaVI/AAAAAAAAoUw/jUPhjWhxHmw/s1600/2166269852_bec21aeaba.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S-D2kjlcaVI/AAAAAAAAoUw/jUPhjWhxHmw/s320/2166269852_bec21aeaba.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;{Sweet Talker}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So tell me..when was your last BRUSH with the law??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tarah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-6380805636510049534?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6380805636510049534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-bad-things-happen-to-good-people.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/6380805636510049534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/6380805636510049534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-bad-things-happen-to-good-people.html' title='When bad things happen to GOOD people {me}'/><author><name>Eyeglasses &amp;amp; Endzones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04799530639331072171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S_FxblwXQrI/AAAAAAAAoy0/pKTY0IQRLPQ/S220/Tarah+Edited+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S-D0s2dpoEI/AAAAAAAAoUg/rgwv9Jc5XPA/s72-c/518356409_b18b849e67.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-7093784858889663084</id><published>2010-05-04T02:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T02:48:06.667-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nan'/><title type='text'>Instructions Have No Feelings</title><content type='html'>For some reason I have a mental block when it comes to some things. Like remembering why I went downstairs, following directions, trying to understand everything the doctor is saying to me, and listening to someone explain anything technical to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions are a problem. Please don't give me directions. Directions are for the weak at heart.  I don't care if they are directions to your house, how to do something on the computer, or directions to the refrigerator. Please, spare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time for instructions either. Just put it together or fix it for me, o.k? I don't want to learn. You can learn and have fun with all that knowledge. Instructions are confusing and boring and take time.  I just want to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;how without having to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;learn &lt;/span&gt;how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you ever write instructions for me, please do it something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. Look, Nan. I know you don't want to read how to do this. I know you'd rather read a good book or go blog or something. So ignore me.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Instructions have no feelings so you can't hurt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2.  Walk over to your husband or children and say "Helpppppp!!! me!"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't get offended when hubby or children laugh at how helpless you are and your children say "Really, mom? You seriously can't figure out how to do this?"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do not wait for your husband or male children to finish what they're doing before they help you. Insist that they drop everything and help you NOW. This is always good for some marital tension and childhood frustration. Everyone needs the opportunity to learn patience now and then. This will give lots of opportunity for them to exercise it.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. While they're helping you, insist that they do NOT stop and read the directions. Tell them directions are worthless and they should be able to figure it out on their own. They are men, after all. Men never bother with directions. Just ask your husband.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. After they've insisted on reading the instructions ask them if they're finished. Thirty seconds is long enough for anyone to read a 1,000 page document.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Don't let them explain how to do it.  You don't want to learn how to do it.  Their job is to do it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you.  Tell them that.  We all need to be good at something, and they can be good at reading instructions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Let your eyes glaze over and start to close if they start talking technical and try to explain things to you. Look as if you're in pain. Whine if you need to.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Remind them again that you don't want to know how it works, why it works, or what to do to make it work.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;You just want it to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Period.  Just work and do the job you've asked it to do. Is that to much to ask?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  If they follow the instructions and they STILL can't figure things out, don't forget to say "I told you so!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Signed, The Instructions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/171/E9C62A96D45C82F30D07B67B073A1845.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-7093784858889663084?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7093784858889663084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/instructions-have-no-feelings.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/7093784858889663084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/7093784858889663084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/instructions-have-no-feelings.html' title='Instructions Have No Feelings'/><author><name>momstheword</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVvycVFRgsI/SfoyUBtB18I/AAAAAAAAAWo/KBrwAhH9S58/S220/s1400204944_30105416_2983125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-6607297359528981280</id><published>2010-04-30T00:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T00:31:01.282-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mimi'/><title type='text'>Help Wanted...Help Needed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Have you ever helped your Children?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Of course you have...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Sometimes they want our help &amp;amp; sometimes they just &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;NEED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;our help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Today &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;want your help...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AND&lt;/b&gt; because &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;am so &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;creative...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; NEED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; your help too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Actress has an assignment for school where she has to Create, Market &amp;amp; Sell a product to the kids in her school &amp;amp; at the end of the day...Make a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;PROFIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;So..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We need to make something that kids would want to buy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Something that is inexpensive to make...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Something that will sell for a fair but good price.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Some ideas we are throwing around are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;•Paper Airplanes &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Cheap &amp;amp; she could decorate them by coloring them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465152538254081938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S9gfRyX1f5I/AAAAAAAAn3s/Giz6dfEP5Lk/s400/7-26-06_paper_airplane.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;• Flower Pens&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We have tons of pens &amp;amp; would just have to buy that green tape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465152542582973954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S9gfSCf7JgI/AAAAAAAAn30/PC-QhgC1P9c/s400/progresslg.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;• Clothes Pin Magnets&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;For the kids lockers but we have no supplies for this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465152552661378850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S9gfSoCzZyI/AAAAAAAAn38/wt-PXUz7svg/s400/3575699433_88d17fdef1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Any Cute, Easy, Cheap ideas would be appreciated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;If you have any ideas...Please share!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I will for sure show you what we ended up doing in a later post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Thanks in advance for your help!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;MiMi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am having a giveaway at my other &lt;a href="http://dingdingdorn.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; leaving a comment here is an extra entry over there. So check it out &lt;a href="http://dingdingdorn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-6607297359528981280?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6607297359528981280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/help-wantedhelp-needed.html#comment-form' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/6607297359528981280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/6607297359528981280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/help-wantedhelp-needed.html' title='Help Wanted...Help Needed!'/><author><name>He &amp;amp; Me + 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03692972824923390203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/SwWCyiYKp5I/AAAAAAAAiDE/San7m_1OzdU/S220/DSC_0178profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S9gfRyX1f5I/AAAAAAAAn3s/Giz6dfEP5Lk/s72-c/7-26-06_paper_airplane.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-2243146766159383608</id><published>2010-04-27T01:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T01:23:28.101-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nan'/><title type='text'>Dear Doctor.....</title><content type='html'>After I recently went through some medical testing and stuff, the doctor gave me a picture of my stomach and colon, and while I was touched, I wasn't really sure what I should &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I put it in my wallet and break it out and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;show &lt;/span&gt;people?  "Oh, what beautiful children you have!   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Want to see a picture of my colon?????"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think my colon is as cute as my doctor obviously thinks it is. I mean, he must think it's cute, why else would he have given me a picture of it? I'm looking at my stomach and colon and trying to decide if they take after my mother's side or my father's side........whom do they resemble&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been really into a lot of those "keepsake" items. Yes, I do have some of my children's baby teeth but my hubby said "We &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gotta &lt;/span&gt;keep that!" after they fell out. I'm really not sure about the charm of keeping old teeth that even the former occupants are no longer using, however my hubby is sentimental that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know what to do with that picture. It's not exactly something that you want to frame and put up on the wall. However, I would almost love doing that just to hear the comments I would get. Maybe I could make an adorable little name plaque for it and put it underneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be funny to go visit someone and get to see a whole new side (or inside) of them????? I think I am going to send my doctor a thank you letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Doctor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you for this lovely picture of my insides. Now I suddenly feel so much closer to them than I did before. I have named the puppy.....or the colon. Suddenly, they seem so much more real to me, now that I have a "face" to go with the name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am thinking of using it as the picture for next year's Christmas cards and you will be one of the first to be blessed with one. Please send me your home address as soon as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am also thinking of using it as my profile picture on facebook. Please let me know if you want to be my facebook friend so you can see it. Please don't tell my stomach that I will using my colon's picture as my profile, because I don't want my stomach to get jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I ever get my appendix out, I can only assume that I will leave the hospital with a lovely parting gift. Your generosity knows no bounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am sure, in the years to come, that my colon and I will form a lasting friendship. Thank you for sending me the picture. I will cherish it forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/171/E9C62A96D45C82F30D07B67B073A1845.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-2243146766159383608?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2243146766159383608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-doctor.html#comment-form' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/2243146766159383608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/2243146766159383608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-doctor.html' title='Dear Doctor.....'/><author><name>momstheword</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVvycVFRgsI/SfoyUBtB18I/AAAAAAAAAWo/KBrwAhH9S58/S220/s1400204944_30105416_2983125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-780959797182443013</id><published>2010-04-26T04:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T04:30:00.833-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erica'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, Hidey-Hoe Neighbors!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's new and exciting out in Blogland? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy, healthy, and for the most part, things are good.   I am HAPPY!  That feels GOOD to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job is going great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss is wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dating and happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, I did come home this past Thursday to find out that we'd been robbed.  Someone had been in my house... and taken both of the boys new laptops.  Cam had been saving for MONTHS AND MONTHS for his.  He didn't get "gifts" for Christmas, but got "money" so he could finally get his laptop.  So both boys had gone to "after-Christmas sales" and bought their laptops... and here we are four months later and they're gone.  =0(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nobody was hurt, nothing was damaged, my camera (which serves as income for me) was not taken, and laptops are just "things".  I'm thankful that my kids aren't seeming fearful in our home even knowing that someone was HERE... inside our house.  I'm glad that God is our protector and provider. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is blessing us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... what's new with y'all?   Because I am so rarely online, I'd like for all of you friends to give me a STATUS UPDATE via the comment box!  Fill me in!   Tell me your latest updates, tell me what I've missed, and make me feel "caught up" again, please!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{{Hugs}} to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-780959797182443013?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/780959797182443013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-hidey-hoe-neighbors-whats-new-and.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/780959797182443013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/780959797182443013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-hidey-hoe-neighbors-whats-new-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Five Moms &amp;amp; A Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17153776487204334923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/Sg2EDDy-OHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/tfz_tMYxMWk/S220/5MomsButton.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-5302996305758653132</id><published>2010-04-23T03:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T00:30:04.161-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mimi'/><title type='text'>I Got Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Totally not fair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I had this great post in my head about how I missed my fellow 5 Moms &amp;amp; their posts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Then Erica posts... (Yeah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Then Nan posts... (Yippee)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;So I set that one aside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Then guess who goes all MIA?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Yes. Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Friday snuck right up on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;But you know what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;It was my first step in letting go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I just have to let some things go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;You can't even begin to know how&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that was for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I still have got nothing for a post...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Except...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Life is Good, God is Great &amp;amp; It is Friday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Happy Weekend My Friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;MIMI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-5302996305758653132?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5302996305758653132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-got-nothing.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/5302996305758653132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/5302996305758653132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-got-nothing.html' title='I Got Nothing'/><author><name>He &amp;amp; Me + 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03692972824923390203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/SwWCyiYKp5I/AAAAAAAAiDE/San7m_1OzdU/S220/DSC_0178profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-1168449765522666544</id><published>2010-04-21T03:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T03:00:09.341-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tarah'/><title type='text'>When 5 Year Olds Make Decisions....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;OK OK...So I have not posted in over a month on this blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;{muy muy apologies for that one ladies}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well I am about to make up for that one right now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I mean this post and this post alone will make you wet your pants! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, onto the story. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;He has been requesting for weeks....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom and Dad have been very hesitant because we knew what would happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But THIS 5 year old was determined....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Determined to be BALD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Parenting Tip: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do not let your 5 year old make decisions that will alter his self confidence in 3 seconds flat!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S84bhkL4jHI/AAAAAAAAoNI/18qJwbf_kEo/s1600/Mason+1+Edited+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S84bhkL4jHI/AAAAAAAAoNI/18qJwbf_kEo/s400/Mason+1+Edited+.jpg" width="266" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Remember this kid...you know HAIR..GLASSES {yada yada}....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well this is the BEFORE photo;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*WARNING: THIS IS ABOUT TO GET UGLY..OVERT YOUR EYES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S84bIQ6vNOI/AAAAAAAAoMg/AD3y_lBpEQk/s1600/Mason+Edited+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S84bIQ6vNOI/AAAAAAAAoMg/AD3y_lBpEQk/s400/Mason+Edited+1.jpg" width="300" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The I'm Gunna Be BALD EXCITMENT Shot....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S84bMK2JrMI/AAAAAAAAoMo/XlWO3YVexQs/s1600/Mason+Edited+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S84bMK2JrMI/AAAAAAAAoMo/XlWO3YVexQs/s400/Mason+Edited+2.jpg" width="303" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The I just turned 75 and I am still excited! Otherwise known as "THE OLD MAN" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S84bODdu0MI/AAAAAAAAoMw/6pP5qp-Wuc0/s1600/Mason+Edited+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S84bODdu0MI/AAAAAAAAoMw/6pP5qp-Wuc0/s400/Mason+Edited+3.jpg" width="316" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The "I Can't Believe that my mom did not stop me...what am I doing to myself" LOOK &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*Poor Baby*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S84bRiTyesI/AAAAAAAAoM4/6f7606H4F20/s1600/Mason+Edited+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S84bRiTyesI/AAAAAAAAoM4/6f7606H4F20/s400/Mason+Edited+4.jpg" width="300" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The..I'm not just MAD, I'm ANGRY face / look. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, I am well aware of the Mother of Year Award that I just lost out to the woman who locked her kids in the car while she decided to gamble at the casino but I guess my son will now realize what the term BALD means and I will no longer have to hear about that one! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hope to catch up with all of you soon....Life in the fast lane has been insane lately!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tarah &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/4836752777733389880-1168449765522666544?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1168449765522666544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-5-year-olds-make-decisions.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/1168449765522666544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/1168449765522666544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-5-year-olds-make-decisions.html' title='When 5 Year Olds Make Decisions....'/><author><name>Eyeglasses &amp;amp; Endzones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04799530639331072171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S_FxblwXQrI/AAAAAAAAoy0/pKTY0IQRLPQ/S220/Tarah+Edited+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S84bhkL4jHI/AAAAAAAAoNI/18qJwbf_kEo/s72-c/Mason+1+Edited+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-5200024023430575009</id><published>2010-04-20T03:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T03:10:47.042-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nan'/><title type='text'>For Some Reason.....</title><content type='html'>For some reason, whenever someone is in the upstairs bathroom, that's when I suddenly develop the need to go.  I gotta go.  I gotta go NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever someone is on the phone, that's when I discover that I really have several urgent calls that need to be made (and no, I don't want to use my cell phone).  They can't wait.  Urgent. Somebody desperately needs to hear from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever my husband borrows my car, I remember that I really WAS going to need my car just as he drives away (and no, I don't want to use his car).  My car is cuter than his car and don't I need to show it off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I get a cut on my finger it doesn't hurt.......until I notice it.  Then it hurts like crazy.  Pain.  Call the medics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I hear about lice, my head itches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your head itches now, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever someone coughs, I feel the need to cough.  *hack*  *wheeze*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever someone cries, I feel the urge to join them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever someone yawns, I suddenly have to yawn too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretend I'm yawning now.  Anybody yawning yet?  Just wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and whenever someone is eating something really wonderful, suddenly I crave something yummy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, I can't decide if I'm just easily led or open to the power of suggestion!  What do you find yourself doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/171/E9C62A96D45C82F30D07B67B073A1845.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-5200024023430575009?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5200024023430575009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/for-some-reason.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/5200024023430575009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/5200024023430575009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/for-some-reason.html' title='For Some Reason.....'/><author><name>momstheword</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVvycVFRgsI/SfoyUBtB18I/AAAAAAAAAWo/KBrwAhH9S58/S220/s1400204944_30105416_2983125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-5739320758559508257</id><published>2010-04-15T10:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T11:24:13.395-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miti'/><title type='text'>I'M A BE... A BUSY BEE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/S8cb51-HEHI/AAAAAAAABNA/Ipux57jjXDk/s1600/040210+045picniked.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/S8cb51-HEHI/AAAAAAAABNA/Ipux57jjXDk/s320/040210+045picniked.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey ya'll!&amp;nbsp; Hope all is well in your lives.&amp;nbsp; I haven't been blogging much lately cause I've been pretty busy myself.&amp;nbsp; There's t-ball to take Mason to on Tuesdays and Thursdays.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It's definitely worth the one hour round-trip just to watch him practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I LOVE IT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Last week I had 2 cake orders...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/S8cXqHyHNuI/AAAAAAAABM4/fFee5H1FRG8/s1600/April+2010+%28Easter+and+Random%29+072picniked.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/S8cXqHyHNuI/AAAAAAAABM4/fFee5H1FRG8/s400/April+2010+%28Easter+and+Random%29+072picniked.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/S8cXXfDZCsI/AAAAAAAABMw/GkMIOkKRgKA/s1600/April+2010+%28Easter+and+Random%29+054picniked.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/S8cXXfDZCsI/AAAAAAAABMw/GkMIOkKRgKA/s200/April+2010+%28Easter+and+Random%29+054picniked.jpg" width="175" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One was a Hotwheels cake and the other was a pair of roller skates.&amp;nbsp; Now I'm here posting when I should be working on another cake but I've missed hearing from my bloggy friends so here I am... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/S8cevlp03XI/AAAAAAAABNI/F7maCp3bpGU/s1600/Halloween_2009_008picniked2_phixr3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/S8cevlp03XI/AAAAAAAABNI/F7maCp3bpGU/s320/Halloween_2009_008picniked2_phixr3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I'm not taking my little baller to the ball field, I'm taking my big behind to the gym for some Zumba on Mondays and Wednesdays.&amp;nbsp; And on top of all that I"m planning Mason's Batman birthday party.&amp;nbsp; Which brings me to another busy weekend.&amp;nbsp; I'll have a wedding cake and Mason's birthday cake to complete back to back.&amp;nbsp; I'm trying to stay ahead of the game, though.&amp;nbsp; The party has been booked at Chuck E. &lt;strike&gt;Cheeses&lt;/strike&gt; Judges and I finished his invitations.&amp;nbsp; But y'all know how crazy the kids birthday parties are.&amp;nbsp; I love planning his birthdays and I try to do more than just hand the party off to the professionals.&amp;nbsp; I'm just one of those crazy obsessed, creative types that can't leave it alone.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I wish I wasn't.&amp;nbsp; There's still lots to be done, but I'm sure I'll be going non-stop no matter how much I plan ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So that's my life at the moment.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What's going on with you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Busy Bee, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Miti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/4836752777733389880-5739320758559508257?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5739320758559508257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-be-busy-bee.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/5739320758559508257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/5739320758559508257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-be-busy-bee.html' title='I&apos;M A BE... A BUSY BEE!'/><author><name>Miti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04193736084148703508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/ScxDaVW9ThI/AAAAAAAAASo/7nh3KPf9Lnw/S220/102copy-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/S8cb51-HEHI/AAAAAAAABNA/Ipux57jjXDk/s72-c/040210+045picniked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-8506974824753232169</id><published>2010-04-13T03:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T03:26:03.475-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nan'/><title type='text'>"Mad" Money?</title><content type='html'>I once read somewhere that Bill Gates would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lose &lt;/span&gt;money if he actually bent down to pick up a $100 bill.  Hmmmmm, we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;should be so lucky, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that some people seem to be money magnets. They walk along a road and they find money, they walk across a parking lot and find money....how do they DO that?  I don't find money when I go for walks.  However, I must admit that I'm not looking for it either.  Maybe that's my problem, I'm playing too hard to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I am better at making money disappear than I am at finding it.  I have to admit that for the most part I am fairly frugal, but I do have my moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever look under your couch cushions for money? Did you ever find any? I want to know why I never find a $20 bill under there.  All I ever find is lint, the occasional raggedy dog chewy, and stale popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to suspect that I need to make people submit to a shake down when they come into our home. You know.......I could have them stand near the sofa and then maybe "accidentally" yank them upside down and shake them up and down a bit. That way, all their loose change would fall onto the couch and in between the cushions, for me to "find" later.  Do you think they'd notice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to figure out how to do that, however.  Maybe I'd better bulk up a bit first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think it's much more fun to "find" money. It's like a surprise. I've been known to stash a $10 or $20 bill somewhere in my purse. My mother calls it "mad" money. I guess I was supposed to use it if I got mad at a date and had to take a cab home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after awhile I forget about the money and then one day I will come across it again.  Wooohoo!  Surprise!  "Free" money! Didn't make me mad at all to find it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever do this I highly recommend that you carefully look through your purses before you give them away to the thrift store. Otherwise you may be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;giving away&lt;/span&gt; money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/171/E9C62A96D45C82F30D07B67B073A1845.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-8506974824753232169?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8506974824753232169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-once-read-somewhere-that-bill-gates.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/8506974824753232169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/8506974824753232169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-once-read-somewhere-that-bill-gates.html' title='&quot;Mad&quot; Money?'/><author><name>momstheword</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVvycVFRgsI/SfoyUBtB18I/AAAAAAAAAWo/KBrwAhH9S58/S220/s1400204944_30105416_2983125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-1585155950948548298</id><published>2010-04-12T04:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T04:30:00.540-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erica'/><title type='text'>Peek-A-Boo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This weekend, Riley... my 10 year old got ahold of the camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so glad she did!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This little freckled-face makes me SMILE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/S8Iad86YmtI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Qdj6v4EGWtU/s1600/Jerald%27sHouse2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458954800196000466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/S8Iad86YmtI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Qdj6v4EGWtU/s400/Jerald%27sHouse2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta Love Her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the smiles, Riley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do your kids do this too?  You should hand them the camera every once in a while.  You'll get lots of weird photos, but every once in a while, you'll get a keeper like this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday, Everyone!  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&amp;amp; A Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17153776487204334923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/Sg2EDDy-OHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/tfz_tMYxMWk/S220/5MomsButton.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/S8Iad86YmtI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Qdj6v4EGWtU/s72-c/Jerald%27sHouse2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-5624326281448417750</id><published>2010-04-09T03:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T00:30:34.881-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mimi'/><title type='text'>Some Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68);font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Fifth Grade Assignment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68);font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:12;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;A fifth grade teacher in a Christian school asked her class to look &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;at TV commercials and see if they could use them in 20 ways &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;to communicate ideas about God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;God is like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;BAYER ASPIRIN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;He works miracles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;God is like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;A FORD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;He's got a better idea.&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;God is like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;COKE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;He's the real thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;God is like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;HALLMARK CARDS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;He cared enough to send His very best.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt;God is like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt;TIDE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt;He gets the stains out others leave behind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;God is like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;GENERAL ELECTRIC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;He brings good things to life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God is like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WAL-MART &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He has everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;God is like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ALKA-SELTZER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Try Him, you'll like Him&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;God is like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;SCOTCH TAPE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;You can't see Him, but you know He's there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;God is like.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DELTA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He's ready when you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;God is like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;ALLSTATE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;You're in good hands with Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;God is like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;VO-5 Hair Spray; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;He holds through all kinds of weather &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;God is like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;DIAL SOAP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Aren't you glad you have Him? Don't you wish everybody did?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;God is like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The U.S. POST OFFICE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Neither rain, nor snow, nor sleet nor ice will keep Him from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;His appointed destination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Can you think of any?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mimi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-5624326281448417750?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5624326281448417750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/some-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/5624326281448417750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/5624326281448417750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/some-thoughts.html' title='Some Thoughts...'/><author><name>He &amp;amp; Me + 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03692972824923390203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/SwWCyiYKp5I/AAAAAAAAiDE/San7m_1OzdU/S220/DSC_0178profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-3200457633443715900</id><published>2010-04-06T02:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T02:48:09.746-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nan'/><title type='text'>Holey Moley This Post Is Boring!</title><content type='html'>So at some point it dawned on me that I needed a post for this blog.  At some point it dawned on me that Tuesday comes after Monday, and I was in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some point it dawned on me that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now &lt;/span&gt;would be a good time to panic.  I missed the last two weeks because I was sick and all, but now I don't have that excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So desperately I began to brainstorm ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;*insert sound of birds chirping*&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe skipping lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make the post seem bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I also thought about making my words really big in order to take up lots of room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVvycVFRgsI/S0bz9T2A7bI/AAAAAAAAA-8/Dd9fc5yOpSI/s1600-h/IMG_0973.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/_eVvycVFRgsI/S0bz9T2A7bI/AAAAAAAAA-8/Dd9fc5yOpSI/s400/IMG_0973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424291035838737842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about inserting random pictures and telling you I was attacked by my hair and that's why I don't have a blog post.  Making excuses always takes up room as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thenmymindbegantogoreallyfastlikethis.......and I had to s-l-o-w- d-o-w-n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have too many random blog post ideas to talk about just one thing.  Like popcorn, or chocolate, or puppies, or moles in my backyard or holey socks.  Holey moley, pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as a disclaimer, the other four moms on this blog are in no way responsible for nor endorse my boring discussion on holey socks and moles (although it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did &lt;/span&gt;give me a blog title).  It could have been worse I guess.  Sigh.  Cheer up, you get a new Five Mom tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/171/E9C62A96D45C82F30D07B67B073A1845.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-3200457633443715900?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3200457633443715900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/holey-moley-this-post-is-boring.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/3200457633443715900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/3200457633443715900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/holey-moley-this-post-is-boring.html' title='Holey Moley This Post Is Boring!'/><author><name>momstheword</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVvycVFRgsI/SfoyUBtB18I/AAAAAAAAAWo/KBrwAhH9S58/S220/s1400204944_30105416_2983125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVvycVFRgsI/S0bz9T2A7bI/AAAAAAAAA-8/Dd9fc5yOpSI/s72-c/IMG_0973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-4936626367230860496</id><published>2010-04-05T07:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T07:54:37.635-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erica'/><title type='text'>I'm Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!</title><content type='html'>Dearly Beloved Bloggers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are gathered here today, inside this blog to celebrate the union of internet and Erica!  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, last week I had no internet or phones.  I don't know about you, but I was a VERY unhappy camper!   You see I live so far out in the boonies that my cell phone doesn't even work at my house.  I had no contact with the outside world!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I was off imprisoned!  ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know that once upon a time I lived without the internet and didn't miss it. But that was before "Mr.Gore" so graciously invented it.   {{said with extreme sarcasm}}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the phone company finally came out and fixed me back up!  They breathed life back into this house.  =0)   I can now communicate again!  It's so good to be back among the living!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... did ya miss me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-4936626367230860496?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4936626367230860496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/4936626367230860496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/4936626367230860496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!'/><author><name>E @ Scottsville</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDxgWlfTPuk/Szg0sA8pUtI/AAAAAAAAO5g/_iYKApHkpDM/S220/EricaBlackNWhite2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-5145925804236324491</id><published>2010-04-02T03:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T00:31:33.235-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mimi'/><title type='text'>Good Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S7VkBi-NimI/AAAAAAAAnBA/Bxag_m48hHQ/s1600/good-friday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455376501359610466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S7VkBi-NimI/AAAAAAAAnBA/Bxag_m48hHQ/s400/good-friday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;He didn't have to do it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;But, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Thankful He did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-5145925804236324491?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5145925804236324491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-friday.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/5145925804236324491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/5145925804236324491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-friday.html' title='Good Friday!'/><author><name>He &amp;amp; Me + 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03692972824923390203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/SwWCyiYKp5I/AAAAAAAAiDE/San7m_1OzdU/S220/DSC_0178profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S7VkBi-NimI/AAAAAAAAnBA/Bxag_m48hHQ/s72-c/good-friday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-6564942506773486183</id><published>2010-04-01T11:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T11:13:26.988-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miti'/><title type='text'>Fooling Around with Family Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://familyfun.go.com/assets/cms/crafts/famf39pranks_pranklede.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://familyfun.go.com/assets/cms/crafts/famf39pranks_pranklede.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Are things a little off today?&amp;nbsp; Are people acting just a little strange?&amp;nbsp; Then oh oh, sounds like they're trying to pull a fast one on you.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Haven't you heard???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's April Fools Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But, don't you worry cause I've got the perfect cure for mischievous behavior.&amp;nbsp; Give those pranksters a little dose of their own medicine.&amp;nbsp; Make sure you wear your long sleeves today cause we're gonna fill them up with lots of trickery fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Click on the images below and let's start fooling around with some family fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://familyfun.go.com/april-fools-day/april-fools-day-craft-pranks/13-great-april-fools-pranks-710369/2/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://familyfun.go.com/assets/cms/crafts/famf39pranks_cereal.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://familyfun.go.com/april-fools-day/april-fools-day-craft-pranks/13-great-april-fools-pranks-710369/4/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://familyfun.go.com/assets/cms/crafts/famf39pranks_coffee.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://familyfun.go.com/april-fools-day/april-fools-day-craft-pranks/13-great-april-fools-pranks-710369/3/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://familyfun.go.com/assets/cms/crafts/famf39pranks_time.gif" width="189" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://familyfun.go.com/april-fools-day/april-fools-day-craft-pranks/13-great-april-fools-pranks-710369/5/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://familyfun.go.com/assets/cms/crafts/famf39pranks_bed.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://familyfun.go.com/april-fools-day/april-fools-day-craft-pranks/13-great-april-fools-pranks-710369/8/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://familyfun.go.com/assets/cms/crafts/famf39pranks_salt.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://familyfun.go.com/april-fools-day/april-fools-day-craft-pranks/13-great-april-fools-pranks-710369/9/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://familyfun.go.com/assets/cms/crafts/famf39pranks_spray.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://familyfun.go.com/april-fools-day/april-fools-day-craft-pranks/13-great-april-fools-pranks-710369/11/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://familyfun.go.com/assets/cms/crafts/famf39pranks_underw.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://familyfun.go.com/april-fools-day/april-fools-day-craft-pranks/13-great-april-fools-pranks-710369/10/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://familyfun.go.com/assets/cms/crafts/famf39pranks_mush.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://familyfun.go.com/april-fools-day/april-fools-day-craft-pranks/13-great-april-fools-pranks-710369/12/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://familyfun.go.com/assets/cms/crafts/famf39pranks_mini.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://familyfun.go.com/april-fools-day/april-fools-day-craft-pranks/13-great-april-fools-pranks-710369/7/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://familyfun.go.com/assets/cms/crafts/famf39pranks_apple.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://familyfun.go.com/april-fools-day/april-fools-day-craft-pranks/13-great-april-fools-pranks-710369/13/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="128" src="http://familyfun.go.com/assets/cms/crafts/famf39pranks_fake.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://familyfun.go.com/april-fools-day/april-fools-day-craft-pranks/13-great-april-fools-pranks-710369/6/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://familyfun.go.com/assets/cms/crafts/famf39pranks_mrlyon.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://familyfun.go.com/april-fools-day/april-fools-day-craft-pranks/13-great-april-fools-pranks-710369/14/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://familyfun.go.com/assets/cms/crafts/famf39pranks_glue.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;GOOD ONES, HUH??? &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This post was brought to you by &lt;a href="http://familyfun.go.com/"&gt;Family Fun Magazine&lt;/a&gt;, their creative readers and MITI (&lt;i&gt;as the messenger&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-6564942506773486183?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6564942506773486183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/fooling-around-with-family-fun.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/6564942506773486183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/6564942506773486183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/fooling-around-with-family-fun.html' title='Fooling Around with Family Fun'/><author><name>Miti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04193736084148703508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/ScxDaVW9ThI/AAAAAAAAASo/7nh3KPf9Lnw/S220/102copy-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-1388774744130988062</id><published>2010-03-26T03:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T00:32:25.029-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mimi'/><title type='text'>Truth Or Dare?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;How About Both...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;DARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; you to leave me a COMMENT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Tell me the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;TRUTH...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;What is your Guilty Pleasure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I DOUBLE DOG DARE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Come on...it's not like I'm asking you to stick your tongue to a cold pole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451841045949298098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S6jUi9OztbI/AAAAAAAAms8/FXSb_cUAxiA/s400/christmas-story-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mine are...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Iced Coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449351233266790754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S5_8EyM0MWI/AAAAAAAAmgk/n3b52jVMWdo/s400/Icedcoffee.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Pedicures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449351449676773986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S5_8RYY-emI/AAAAAAAAmg0/kJFGqUoasrs/s400/IMG_1740a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do share yours...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Needing to indulge &amp;amp; have my Piggies Painted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Mimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-1388774744130988062?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1388774744130988062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/truth-or-dare.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/1388774744130988062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/1388774744130988062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/truth-or-dare.html' title='Truth Or Dare?'/><author><name>He &amp;amp; Me + 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03692972824923390203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/SwWCyiYKp5I/AAAAAAAAiDE/San7m_1OzdU/S220/DSC_0178profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S6jUi9OztbI/AAAAAAAAms8/FXSb_cUAxiA/s72-c/christmas-story-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-6560177974185075439</id><published>2010-03-25T13:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T13:02:37.899-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miti'/><title type='text'>Delivery Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember when you were a kid and the sweet sound of an ice cream truck came to your ears?&amp;nbsp; Well, somethings just never change.&amp;nbsp; Kids still go crazy for the ice cream truck. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today the &lt;a href="http://oneminutewriter.blogspot.com/2010/03/todays-writing-prompt-ice-cream-truck.html"&gt;One-Minute Writer&lt;/a&gt; asked what delivery truck would have you adults out there running towards it like a mad barbarian.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My vote goes for Starbucks Coffee!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What would the delivery truck of your dreams deliver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Miti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-6560177974185075439?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6560177974185075439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/delivery-dreams.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/6560177974185075439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/6560177974185075439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/delivery-dreams.html' title='Delivery Dreams'/><author><name>Miti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04193736084148703508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/ScxDaVW9ThI/AAAAAAAAASo/7nh3KPf9Lnw/S220/102copy-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-6600110188035843844</id><published>2010-03-24T03:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T00:32:54.354-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tarah'/><title type='text'>Chuckle...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I have been a &lt;span style="font-size:xx-small;"&gt;little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-large;color:blue;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I'm trying to snap out of it, I&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;color:#6aa84f;"&gt; feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#741b47;"&gt; UNMOTIVATED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#0c343d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OVERWHELMED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I wake up early, go to bed late and in the middle I feel like I am &lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:large;color:cyan;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;spinning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my wheels... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;and THEN..THEN, I saw this photo and it made my day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Just had to share! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Hope you are all feeling ready for spring! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S6BDHSmYI1I/AAAAAAAAnt8/Ja6rVa_3g4Y/s1600-h/bz_MINNIE_05-15-09WB.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S6BDHSmYI1I/AAAAAAAAnt8/Ja6rVa_3g4Y/s400/bz_MINNIE_05-15-09WB.jpg" width="337" height="400" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tarah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-6600110188035843844?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6600110188035843844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/chuckle.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/6600110188035843844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/6600110188035843844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/chuckle.html' title='Chuckle...'/><author><name>Eyeglasses &amp;amp; Endzones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04799530639331072171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S_FxblwXQrI/AAAAAAAAoy0/pKTY0IQRLPQ/S220/Tarah+Edited+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S6BDHSmYI1I/AAAAAAAAnt8/Ja6rVa_3g4Y/s72-c/bz_MINNIE_05-15-09WB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-4070580043664608537</id><published>2010-03-22T13:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T13:22:51.166-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erica'/><title type='text'>Harmony Horses</title><content type='html'>So... Ummmm... I got nuthin' today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just to brighten your day, I'm going to send you to a fun little link. This one speaks for itself. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The site will open, and just click on the horses. If you time them just right, it sounds kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone has WAYYYY too much free time on their hands, that's for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meet the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://svt.se/hogafflahage/hogafflaHage_site/Kor/hestekor.swf"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harmony Horses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://svt.se/hogafflahage/hogafflaHage_site/Kor/hestekor.swf"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367441395124547058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JDxgWlfTPuk/Snz7gs0gLfI/AAAAAAAAN48/9ae9LnbdGKU/s400/Harmony+Horses.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img align="right" src="http://gvtc.com/~d6scotts/EricasGraphics/-Erica.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-4070580043664608537?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4070580043664608537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/so.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/4070580043664608537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/4070580043664608537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/so.html' title='Harmony Horses'/><author><name>E @ Scottsville</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDxgWlfTPuk/Szg0sA8pUtI/AAAAAAAAO5g/_iYKApHkpDM/S220/EricaBlackNWhite2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JDxgWlfTPuk/Snz7gs0gLfI/AAAAAAAAN48/9ae9LnbdGKU/s72-c/Harmony+Horses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-177945634889566650</id><published>2010-03-19T03:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T00:33:22.963-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mimi'/><title type='text'>The Weather Is Going To Be WHAT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Cracking up because Last Week I was talking to &lt;a href="http://mccrakensx4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stacey&lt;/a&gt; on the phone &amp;amp; she was getting ready to come to Michigan. She asked me if she needed a winter coat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I told her it had been beautiful all week &amp;amp; I have been wearing a Hoodie all week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;So she decided to not bring her Winter coat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Back up a few more days when I was talking to my Cousin &lt;a href="http://scrapadoodledoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tarah&lt;/a&gt; on the phone &amp;amp; she was telling me how great her weather was in Minnesota...Rainy &amp;amp; Cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* Important Side Note*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*90% of the time*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; get Minnesota's weather 2-3 days later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Knowing that, I should have told Stacey to bring her Winter Coat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Friends...it was Dreary, Rainy &amp;amp; Cold 90% of the time poor &lt;a href="http://mccrakensx4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stacey&lt;/a&gt; was here for a visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The sun finally poked it's head the last 1/2 day she was here &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*PHEW*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; glad she had her hoodie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450302555971483746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S6NdTDcVeGI/AAAAAAAAmlk/zI1zgzI_pm4/s400/IMG_0737.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;YIKES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I don't even need a Weather Man...I GOT &lt;a href="http://scrapadoodledoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;TARAH!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*I need a Brain to remember, but I don't need a Weather Man.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Thanks T for the Cold Rain &amp;amp; for the heads up on the yucky weather change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Sorry Stacey for telling you that you didn't need a Winter Coat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;BRRRRRRR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Hope you didn't catch a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;COLD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I just got to write a post about my two Besties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450302565193067122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S6NdTly7qnI/AAAAAAAAmls/z0HNDSUI4X0/s400/DSC_0187a.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;How fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;You all know them too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Even more fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Happy Weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Stay &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;DRY &amp;amp; WARM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mimi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-177945634889566650?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/177945634889566650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/weather-is-going-to-be-what.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/177945634889566650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/177945634889566650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/weather-is-going-to-be-what.html' title='The Weather Is Going To Be WHAT?'/><author><name>He &amp;amp; Me + 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03692972824923390203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/SwWCyiYKp5I/AAAAAAAAiDE/San7m_1OzdU/S220/DSC_0178profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S6NdTDcVeGI/AAAAAAAAmlk/zI1zgzI_pm4/s72-c/IMG_0737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-7210609810486912398</id><published>2010-03-18T13:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T16:07:04.324-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miti'/><title type='text'>Quirky Is As Quirky Does</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://confessionsfromaworkingmom.com/" title="Top 3 Thursday"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1007.photobucket.com/albums/af194/iamconfessing/Top3Thursday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I came across a fun meme.&amp;nbsp; It's called Top 3 Thursday and it was brought to me by &lt;a href="http://www.confessionsfromaworkingmom.com/"&gt;Confessions of a Working Mom&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://theunexperiencedmom.com/"&gt;The (Un)Experienced Mom&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Each week they set the tone for your Top 3 lists.&amp;nbsp; This week's theme is all about getting in touch with all our &lt;i&gt;QUIRKS&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; At first I thought, man, I've got nothing.&amp;nbsp; My brain was drawing me a ______(blank)_______.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I said to my brain, "Brain, don't fail on me now!&amp;nbsp; Work with me.&amp;nbsp; I need a post and I know there's got to be something a little off about me.&amp;nbsp; It's pretty obvious to everybody else so surely you'd be smart enough to pick it up too.&amp;nbsp; They don't call you a brain for nothing! So, come on get with it!"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;After having that little pep talk with Brain, I started getting these images of me doing some pretty quirky things.&amp;nbsp; They may not be the most outrageous things imaginable but&amp;nbsp; for a girl that's as laid back as me, it's not gonna get too weird anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, here's what's on my TOP 3 &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;QUIRKY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; THURSDAY LIST! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't stand to be barefoot.&amp;nbsp; I hardly ever kick off my shoes and relax my feet.&amp;nbsp; My shoes are with me til the very last minute of the day.&amp;nbsp; Socks are really dear to me too.&amp;nbsp; I've got to have some on my feet 24 / 7.&amp;nbsp; But not in the shower of course or on the beach.&amp;nbsp; Too bad though.&amp;nbsp; That would have really been quirky....&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't stand stepping on a wet floor (of course with my bare feet).&amp;nbsp; YUCK!!!!&amp;nbsp; Just thinking about it makes me cringe.&amp;nbsp; But you know what, now that Brain has me thinking about, wet floors are gross with or without bare feet.&amp;nbsp; I wish the hubby would dry up a little more before stepping out of that shower.&amp;nbsp; (&lt;i&gt;shiver, shiver&lt;/i&gt;)Wet socks are gross too!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I think too much....... if I were a contestant on American Idol, I'd be as stiff as a doorknob.&amp;nbsp; (stiff as a doorknob....is that how you say it???)&amp;nbsp; I don't even know if any of that sentence above makes sense at all.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I don't think as much as I thought I thought.&amp;nbsp; Ok, I think my brain has officially punched out for today.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So now it's your turn.&amp;nbsp; What makes you &lt;i&gt;QUIRKY&lt;/i&gt;?&amp;nbsp; If you wanna post about it, make sure you link up with the two ladies above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This &lt;i&gt;QUIRKY&lt;/i&gt; post was brought to you by Miti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-7210609810486912398?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7210609810486912398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/quirky-is-as-quirky-does.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/7210609810486912398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/7210609810486912398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/quirky-is-as-quirky-does.html' title='Quirky Is As Quirky Does'/><author><name>Miti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04193736084148703508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/ScxDaVW9ThI/AAAAAAAAASo/7nh3KPf9Lnw/S220/102copy-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-3232361790388938435</id><published>2010-03-17T03:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T03:00:07.840-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tarah'/><title type='text'>You know what they say......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S6BEoMVBLVI/AAAAAAAAnuE/o2ZStMFlFds/s1600-h/th_280.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S6BEoMVBLVI/AAAAAAAAnuE/o2ZStMFlFds/s400/th_280.png" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;What will you do today? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;Me &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;{thanks for asking}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;I'm planning on dressing my kids up as ♣leprochauns♣, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;wearing green &amp;amp; making 4 leaf clover pancakes and split pea soup for dinner w/ green milk! Yummo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;Hope you enjoy the day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;♣Tarah♣ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-3232361790388938435?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3232361790388938435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-know-what-they-say.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/3232361790388938435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/3232361790388938435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-know-what-they-say.html' title='You know what they say......'/><author><name>Eyeglasses &amp;amp; Endzones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04799530639331072171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S_FxblwXQrI/AAAAAAAAoy0/pKTY0IQRLPQ/S220/Tarah+Edited+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S6BEoMVBLVI/AAAAAAAAnuE/o2ZStMFlFds/s72-c/th_280.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-7569473569986186617</id><published>2010-03-16T03:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T03:01:02.889-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nan'/><title type='text'>The Jelly Bean Diet</title><content type='html'>Ooops!  I totally forgot about doing a post for today.  Frankly, I blame daylight savings time.  And spring.  And sunshine.  And my diet.  And jelly beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whaaaaaat?  Jelly beans aren't on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;diet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they aren't on mine either but who cares?  Spring is coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope y'all have a lovely day today and pretend that this is a post about something relevant.  You know, like it always is..........  :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had the time and the creativity (and the energy) I would do a whole post about the kind of diets that they should have out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, like the chocolate diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good book diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sunshine and cool diet pepsi diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The no-exercise diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;fun &lt;/span&gt;diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I'll let &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;write the post today.  Feel free to leave any comments about the kind of diet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you'd&lt;/span&gt; like to be on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/171/E9C62A96D45C82F30D07B67B073A1845.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-7569473569986186617?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7569473569986186617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/jelly-bean-diet.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/7569473569986186617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/7569473569986186617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/jelly-bean-diet.html' title='The Jelly Bean Diet'/><author><name>momstheword</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVvycVFRgsI/SfoyUBtB18I/AAAAAAAAAWo/KBrwAhH9S58/S220/s1400204944_30105416_2983125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-5672880189228463179</id><published>2010-03-15T08:26:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T13:21:53.548-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erica'/><title type='text'>If I Were A Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/S54qnEM1JII/AAAAAAAAAdk/A3WwK1tchig/s1600-h/malefemale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448839449795699842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/S54qnEM1JII/AAAAAAAAAdk/A3WwK1tchig/s400/malefemale.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I were a Man, I could get ready in 10 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There'd be no hair to wash and straighten and fluff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There'd be no make-up to apply!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There'd be no panty-hose!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There'd be much less fuss over what to wear... t-shirt, button down, polo?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There'd be fewer shoe decisions: tennis shoes again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could wake up in the morning with my face lookin perfect.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could swim and my face would still look perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could jump in the shower, jump out and be DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No eyeliner or blush. No mascara or lipstick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And public bathrooms would be SOOOO much easier! Am I right ladies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But ya know what, I think I prefer my girly hair, my make-up, cute clothes and styles! I think I prefer the shoe selection and the variety of hairdos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But no matter what, the one thing that I'd miss the most.... is that title of "MOMMY." I could never trade that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you God for making me a woman!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="right" src="http://gvtc.com/~d6scotts/EricasGraphics/-Erica.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-5672880189228463179?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5672880189228463179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-i-were.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/5672880189228463179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/5672880189228463179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-i-were.html' title='If I Were A Man'/><author><name>E @ Scottsville</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDxgWlfTPuk/Szg0sA8pUtI/AAAAAAAAO5g/_iYKApHkpDM/S220/EricaBlackNWhite2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/S54qnEM1JII/AAAAAAAAAdk/A3WwK1tchig/s72-c/malefemale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-5712149488326298611</id><published>2010-03-12T03:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T00:34:00.859-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mimi'/><title type='text'>Good Advice On A Not So Good Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The other day I was talking to my husband on the phone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;He knew I was having a stressful week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;He knew I was having a stressful day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;He knew I was busy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;He knew I was just tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447441322810347730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S5kzBXTlENI/AAAAAAAAmYw/xDtfzAshNnU/s400/IMG_1503.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I asked him as I always do...because I am a &lt;b&gt;SAHM&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;"Is there anything you need me to do for you today?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;My husband gave me the &lt;b&gt;BEST &amp;amp; SWEETEST&lt;/b&gt; answer ever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447441314618198306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S5kzA4yaySI/AAAAAAAAmYo/WBfhgO3xUY4/s400/DSC_0014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Just keep breathing"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Big &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;"I love you &amp;amp; I will keep breathing this week just for you!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;He loves me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;What sweet things has your husband said to you lately?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoping your week was full of Fresh Spring Air &amp;amp; lots of Deep Breaths!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Taking in all the deep breaths I can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Mimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-5712149488326298611?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5712149488326298611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-advice-on-not-so-good-day.html#comment-form' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/5712149488326298611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/5712149488326298611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-advice-on-not-so-good-day.html' title='Good Advice On A Not So Good Day...'/><author><name>He &amp;amp; Me + 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03692972824923390203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/SwWCyiYKp5I/AAAAAAAAiDE/San7m_1OzdU/S220/DSC_0178profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S5kzBXTlENI/AAAAAAAAmYw/xDtfzAshNnU/s72-c/IMG_1503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-5828984709806351625</id><published>2010-03-10T03:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T03:00:05.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you want on your TOMBSTONE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You know the commercial...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I mean the only major difference here is that we are NOT talking about Pizza)!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Check out these rather unique ways of saying goodbye.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S5cohyp-JsI/AAAAAAAAmjI/O3Qzkio7HiA/s1600-h/Funny+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S5cohyp-JsI/AAAAAAAAmjI/O3Qzkio7HiA/s320/Funny+1.jpg" vt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I mean Richardo can't be bitter if he didn't chip in can he? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S5cokSfb9FI/AAAAAAAAmjQ/4ox3dH4qIFU/s1600-h/Funny+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S5cokSfb9FI/AAAAAAAAmjQ/4ox3dH4qIFU/s320/Funny+2.jpg" vt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;YOWZA...this one had to hurt! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S5comJt-MxI/AAAAAAAAmjY/3Vu6cbaBcsM/s1600-h/Funny+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S5comJt-MxI/AAAAAAAAmjY/3Vu6cbaBcsM/s320/Funny+3.jpg" vt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is YOUR civic duty as a bloggity friend to make sure that my Husband does NOT do this to me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S5copXzoNaI/AAAAAAAAmjg/XOTm3AWAzbU/s1600-h/Funny+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S5copXzoNaI/AAAAAAAAmjg/XOTm3AWAzbU/s320/Funny+4.jpg" vt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now this one sounds more like my dad...I mean who can resist asking good ol paw for a $20? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a great week! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Tarah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-5828984709806351625?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5828984709806351625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-do-you-want-on-your-tombstone.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/5828984709806351625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/5828984709806351625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-do-you-want-on-your-tombstone.html' title='What do you want on your TOMBSTONE?'/><author><name>Eyeglasses &amp;amp; Endzones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04799530639331072171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S_FxblwXQrI/AAAAAAAAoy0/pKTY0IQRLPQ/S220/Tarah+Edited+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S5cohyp-JsI/AAAAAAAAmjI/O3Qzkio7HiA/s72-c/Funny+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-7095509153195325288</id><published>2010-03-09T02:24:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T02:33:38.296-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nan'/><title type='text'>Did I Just Sing That Out Loud?</title><content type='html'>First of all, I think Bluetooth is a strange name for a phone. O.k., it's not really a phone exactly. It's an ear piece thingy that uses your phone. Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously.  Bluetooth?  Shouldn't it be called Blue&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EAR&lt;/span&gt;? Because if you talked on the phone long enough without taking a breath, wouldn't your face turn blue, not to mention your ear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I think I need one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, think about it. I could drive in my car and talk to myself all day long and no one would ever know about it. I could sit at the stoplights in my car and sing songs and talk and laugh, and people would think I was talking on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could walk through grocery stores and talk to myself and no one would think it strange.  They would just assume I was talking on my Bluetooth.  My hair is long enough to cover my ears and I could probably pretend I have one and no one would know I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need one.  I just don't like sitting at stoplights, singing along to the cd (or the radio) and having people see me sitting in my car, all alone, and know that I am singing along to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of like singing in the shower. Only without the water. And of course, you're dressed and in a car with an audience next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is laughing at you because you're all by yourself singing in a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I sing in my car, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I talk to myself either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never talk to myself........well, hardly ever and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;argue with myself because I always win and I am a sore loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want me I'll be in the car.  Singing and talking to myself.  Feel free to laugh and point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/171/E9C62A96D45C82F30D07B67B073A1845.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-7095509153195325288?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7095509153195325288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/did-i-just-sing-that-out-loud.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/7095509153195325288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/7095509153195325288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/did-i-just-sing-that-out-loud.html' title='Did I Just Sing That Out Loud?'/><author><name>momstheword</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVvycVFRgsI/SfoyUBtB18I/AAAAAAAAAWo/KBrwAhH9S58/S220/s1400204944_30105416_2983125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-4709695403993798554</id><published>2010-03-05T03:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T14:02:28.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God It's Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Literally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today on the Five Moms I would love to hear what you have to Thank God for this Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I tell you...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This week has been hectic, stressful &amp;amp; yet amongst the chaos I have been blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About a month ago I got a ticket for Failing to Signal...I know &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*gasp*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; who forgets to signal right? Apparently 90% of Americans so says the Magistrate on Tuesday when he dismissed my ticket.  Thank you God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also got a Gift Card for Dunkin Donuts in the mail from my sweet bloggy friend &lt;a href="http://slm725.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt;.  Thank you Sam &amp;amp; Thank you God!  He knows I am trying not to spend money this month on frivolous things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those are both little things, but definitely blessings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am exhausted my friends but I still want to give God the praise for all things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S5CEmSS2yWI/AAAAAAAAmIc/fts5aHaeT4Q/s400/DSC_0029.JPG.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444997742771751266" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you have to Thank God for this Friday? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please share with us as a way to publicly Thank &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;HIS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Blessings in your life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm hosting a giveaway at my personal &lt;a href="http://dingdingdorn.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; today...come check it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hugs,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mimi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-4709695403993798554?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4709695403993798554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/thank-god-its-friday.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/4709695403993798554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/4709695403993798554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/thank-god-its-friday.html' title='Thank God It&apos;s Friday!'/><author><name>He &amp;amp; Me + 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03692972824923390203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/SwWCyiYKp5I/AAAAAAAAiDE/San7m_1OzdU/S220/DSC_0178profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S5CEmSS2yWI/AAAAAAAAmIc/fts5aHaeT4Q/s72-c/DSC_0029.JPG.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-6364312936516705345</id><published>2010-03-04T13:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T13:35:32.253-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miti'/><title type='text'>Google, You're Fired!</title><content type='html'>I'm so frustrated right now! I no longer have googly-shmoogly eyes for Google.  Today, I got the urge to update &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" href="http://sites.google.com/site/mycakecreations/home"&gt;my cake website&lt;/a&gt;, but guess what?!  Somebody decided to take my little website and mess it all up.  It's a good thing I checked in today because if I hadn't, there's no telling how many people would have clicked in and right back out.  It is such a mess that I'm considering telling Google, "YOU'RE FIRED!"  He decided to play hooky and pawned off all my hard work to a Mr. Google Sites.  WHAT!  Does he think that just because they have the same first name, everything's gonna be just dandy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't fool me.  I can tell a difference.  The margins are off.  There's duplicate photos.  The headings aren't where they should be and everything is sqooshed together.  And now this new guy has the nerve to even put surveys on MY website. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.burstnet.com/cgi-bin/ads/ad10263a.cgi/ns/v=2.3S/sz=300x250A/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 238px;" src="http://www.burstnet.com/cgi-bin/ads/ad10263a.cgi/ns/v=2.3S/sz=300x250A/" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUR SURVEY?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCUSE ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't approve this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I DON'T know who YOU think you are, but there's no US and you're NOT helping me one bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could he just take control like that?!   Does Google NOT remember how LONG it took me to put it all together?!  And NOW he wants ME to clean up his mess?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I have a BIG decision to make.  Should I stick it out and try to work things out with this new Mr. G. Sites or should I just say, "YOU'RE FIRED!", and be done with it.  That sounds like a better option.  Besides, who needs the hassle when I could hire Mr. Blogger to keep up with all my cakes.  He seems to be doing a great job here and at Pieces of Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do y'all think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely FRUSTRATED!&lt;br /&gt;Miti&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/4836752777733389880-6364312936516705345?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6364312936516705345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/google-youre-fired.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/6364312936516705345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/6364312936516705345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/google-youre-fired.html' title='Google, You&apos;re Fired!'/><author><name>Miti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04193736084148703508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/ScxDaVW9ThI/AAAAAAAAASo/7nh3KPf9Lnw/S220/102copy-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-503083131611525357</id><published>2010-03-02T02:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T02:34:43.411-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nan'/><title type='text'>I AM MARRIED TO A TURTLE</title><content type='html'>I suppose you're wondering about the title.  It's only fair that I explain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I notice that my husband has pulled the covers up over his head when sleeping. How can he do that? Ugh. I just need to breathe, man. I need fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a turtle pulls his head into a shell, my hubby just sort of pulls his head in under the shelter of the covers. Like it's his own private little cocoon. So maybe he's a butterfly. Or a moth. :0)  Do you think he does it because I'm snoring?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Am &lt;/span&gt;I snoring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is more than happy to pass this quirk down to the next generation. Yesterday morning I walked past my son's room and the only part I saw sticking out from under the covers was his knee. Like turtle like son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can be quite entertaining when hubby is pulling the blankets up to cover his head, and I am pulling them down to uncover mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and might I mention that I am a blanket-stealer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that until my husband pointed it out one morning soon after we married. Fortunately for me he was smiling. He was also pointing out who had all the covers.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means I win, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He (she) who has the most blankets wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he's still smiling.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/171/E9C62A96D45C82F30D07B67B073A1845.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-503083131611525357?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/503083131611525357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-married-to-turtle.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/503083131611525357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/503083131611525357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-married-to-turtle.html' title='I AM MARRIED TO A TURTLE'/><author><name>momstheword</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVvycVFRgsI/SfoyUBtB18I/AAAAAAAAAWo/KBrwAhH9S58/S220/s1400204944_30105416_2983125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-2800647268250912727</id><published>2010-03-01T04:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T04:30:00.960-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erica'/><title type='text'>Alphabetical Comments</title><content type='html'>Look, I'm not normal. I admit it, I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering if it was possible to get people to ONLY leave comments in alphabetical order. I know... weird thought to even wonder about.... but is it possible? Would people really obey, listen and wait their TURN to sign? It would require &lt;a href="http://arise2write.blogspot.com/"&gt;Andrea&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://thatchercade.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angela&lt;/a&gt; to go first.... and then possibly &lt;a href="http://among-the-chaos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bridget&lt;/a&gt; would pop in next. Then &lt;a href="http://martinmanorhappenings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carrie&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://tckk.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cathy&lt;/a&gt; or Carol could be third (and fourth). &lt;a href="http://redthread6.blogspot.com/"&gt;Darcie&lt;/a&gt; could be next. Then for E, we can get &lt;a href="http://inneedofmercy.blogspot.com/"&gt;the OTHER Erica&lt;/a&gt; to come comment. Some might totally miss their turn and be annoyed with me. We might get to a letter and get hung-up.... like when we got to Q. Who could sign then? Well, I know a &lt;a href="http://simplequeenmumma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Queen Mumma&lt;/a&gt; blogger... so she starts with Q.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I decided to quit wondering and put you bloggers to the test. Now if you get stuck, you can contact your friends (or some of the ones I've mentioned) that start with 'that letter' and tell them to get over and leave a comment just so we can get this thing moving again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.creativeandcolorful.com/images/19_abc_s.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's see how far we can get. No cheating, Ladies!!! Miti and Mimi, you can fight it out for the M slot. Nan, you may go right after them. And Tarah, you'll have to wait a bit longer than them. You may comment right after &lt;a href="http://baseballsandtutus.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stephanie&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="right" src="http://gvtc.com/~d6scotts/EricasGraphics/-Erica.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-2800647268250912727?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2800647268250912727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/alphabetical-comments.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/2800647268250912727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/2800647268250912727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/alphabetical-comments.html' title='Alphabetical Comments'/><author><name>E @ Scottsville</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDxgWlfTPuk/Szg0sA8pUtI/AAAAAAAAO5g/_iYKApHkpDM/S220/EricaBlackNWhite2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-8588821091306078239</id><published>2010-02-26T03:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T09:06:51.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Could I Would...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;•  Wear my &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;slippers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; everywhere...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S4aZk5Az7QI/AAAAAAAAl34/e-KVimbRCIw/s640/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442206058782387458" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;•  Drink &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;Iced Coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; with every meal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S4aaQGjuFvI/AAAAAAAAl4Y/iWjsoBnBXg4/s640/IMG_2070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442206801152841458" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;•  Get a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;facial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; once month...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;•  Eat Fresh &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Chips &amp;amp; Salsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for lunch every day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S4aZlUfnheI/AAAAAAAAl4A/frZQjM5O-rs/s640/IMG_0425.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442206066159355362" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;•  Hire a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;maid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to dust my house...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;•  Go on a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; with my hubby every week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S4aZlyjPwzI/AAAAAAAAl4I/3bPRTlH1iHc/s640/DSC_0014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442206074227639090" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;• Hang out with all my &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Bloggy Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; IRL...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S4fUui8JezI/AAAAAAAAl5g/JgFSbTtBnnk/s640/blog+meet+up+004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442552570818689842" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That includes &lt;a href="http://piecesofmiti.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miti&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://bethinnc.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beth&lt;/a&gt;...blogger was trying to keep us apart....&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;NEVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S4e69mKc_kI/AAAAAAAAl5E/HYlspWRkOGg/s400/blog+meet+up+004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442524242079710786" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;•  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; next door to my Cousin &lt;a href="http://scrapadoodledoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tarah&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: ;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S4abtgk_hPI/AAAAAAAAl4g/BkPcMWQE5tE/s640/Tarah+Edited.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442208405865334002" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*Because she bribed me to say this*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;What would you do if you could?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just being my wishful nosey self,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Mimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-8588821091306078239?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8588821091306078239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-i-could-i-would.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/8588821091306078239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/8588821091306078239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-i-could-i-would.html' title='If I Could I Would...'/><author><name>He &amp;amp; Me + 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03692972824923390203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/SwWCyiYKp5I/AAAAAAAAiDE/San7m_1OzdU/S220/DSC_0178profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S4aZk5Az7QI/AAAAAAAAl34/e-KVimbRCIw/s72-c/DSC_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-7734299956443856535</id><published>2010-02-25T13:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T13:43:12.455-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miti'/><title type='text'>Kids Grow Up Way Too Fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even before they're born, they're rushing it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GfUzQZOVuf0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GfUzQZOVuf0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just a word of advice for all the young &amp;amp; the restless out there, enjoy being a kid cause one day you're gonna wake up with gray hair, bags under your eyes, wrinkles that can't be ironed, an achy breaky body, no energy, lots of bills, wetting your pants (again), forgetting your teeth on the counter and wishing you were young again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yours (truly),&lt;br /&gt;Miti&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/4836752777733389880-7734299956443856535?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7734299956443856535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/kids-grow-up-way-too-fast.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/7734299956443856535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/7734299956443856535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/kids-grow-up-way-too-fast.html' title='Kids Grow Up Way Too Fast'/><author><name>Five Moms &amp;amp; A Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17153776487204334923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/Sg2EDDy-OHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/tfz_tMYxMWk/S220/5MomsButton.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-6688907684360691671</id><published>2010-02-24T03:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T03:00:01.819-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tarah'/><title type='text'>5 Mom's Masterpiece</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's Official.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;lunatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No matter how hard I try, sometimes I see the world in different shades of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kinda like Andy Warhol&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; {but without the funky glasses}.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not done collecting my photos of wacky-ness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had only 2 &lt;strike&gt;poor souls&lt;/strike&gt; awesome bloggers send me their goods, and I need more to create a masterpiece! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;5 ~ Moms~ Masterpiece&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, while you are pondering what you are going to send me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to give you a little laugh at the expense of the "other" 4 Moms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S4R8wdZ2zjI/AAAAAAAAmZs/j5gio7NwPfE/s1600-h/mimi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S4R8wdZ2zjI/AAAAAAAAmZs/j5gio7NwPfE/s320/mimi.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I always thought she would look great as a punk rocker! Watch out Cyndi Lauper....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S4R8yfSu-aI/AAAAAAAAmZ0/JufPNyXkS-A/s1600-h/Miti.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S4R8yfSu-aI/AAAAAAAAmZ0/JufPNyXkS-A/s320/Miti.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oooo...somewhat dark and mysterious, but so Beautiful!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Does anyone else think that Miti&amp;nbsp;Toots Rainbows..&lt;br /&gt;I mean after last weeks post we know she has issues! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S4R80hW3X0I/AAAAAAAAmZ8/Z8RPrloyRdY/s1600-h/EricaBlackNWhite1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S4R80hW3X0I/AAAAAAAAmZ8/Z8RPrloyRdY/s320/EricaBlackNWhite1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Somehow E gotta little green boog coming outta her nose...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;sorry E, I tried to fix it but gave up after try 25!!! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;{She still looks amazing inverted} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S4R83Ztv-_I/AAAAAAAAmaE/NSzoJWPG0Zc/s1600-h/nan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S4R83Ztv-_I/AAAAAAAAmaE/NSzoJWPG0Zc/s320/nan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I tried something fun and funky and I was not expecting Marge Simpson's hair color. I know that Nan will forgive me for this one because as you can see there is NOOO beehive anywhere in this photo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;PS, Nan DOES not condone Marge Simpson's behavior...she is a MUCH nicer wife ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S4R84nOyxVI/AAAAAAAAmaM/b-dv2GqnXaM/s1600-h/TarahColor1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S4R84nOyxVI/AAAAAAAAmaM/b-dv2GqnXaM/s320/TarahColor1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Does anyone else think that I look like Boy George? Kinda weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bottom Line....SEND ME YOUR CRAZY PHOTOS!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Boy George Lookalike&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Tarah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*Note, this is unauthorized use of their photos.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;All legal complaints can be sent to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Who Cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;1111 Right Back Atcha Ln&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/4836752777733389880-6688907684360691671?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6688907684360691671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/5-moms-masterpiece.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/6688907684360691671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/6688907684360691671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/5-moms-masterpiece.html' title='5 Mom&apos;s Masterpiece'/><author><name>Eyeglasses &amp;amp; Endzones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04799530639331072171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S_FxblwXQrI/AAAAAAAAoy0/pKTY0IQRLPQ/S220/Tarah+Edited+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S4R8wdZ2zjI/AAAAAAAAmZs/j5gio7NwPfE/s72-c/mimi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-7802533928042164585</id><published>2010-02-23T03:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T03:36:37.831-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nan'/><title type='text'>You Meet The Strangest People At The Movies</title><content type='html'>I like movies with happy endings, don't you? I don't like movies that get me to like someone and then they kill them off. That is not a happy ending to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I don't personally "know" the character, but if I have invested two hours or so of my life into something, I want my happy ending. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need &lt;/span&gt;my happy ending.  I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;demand &lt;/span&gt;my happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you can imagine, I am careful about what movies I watch on t.v., and I almost never go to a movie theater. I have gone out to the movies only once in five years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I don't like about movie theaters is that no one is willing to stop the movie so that I can get up and go to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;bathroom&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nerve&lt;/span&gt;. And yes, I went before we left. Your point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing I don't like about movie theaters is that no one is willing to stop the movie so that I can get up and buy some more overpriced snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I view going to the movie theaters differently. He doesn't really see a need to buy any of their goodies that they sell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I very rarely go to the movies, as I said, so I tend to think of it as an&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Event."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Something along the lines of Disneyland. Only without the rides. And without Mickey. And without the castle. And without the long lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait a minute, this is a movie theater. There are usually long lines somewhere. Especially in the food line and the bathroom line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;fear &lt;/span&gt;of leaving my seat (to go to the bathroom if you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must &lt;/span&gt;know) and not being able to find it again. I have a fear of walking up and down the aisles &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;in the dark,&lt;/span&gt; glancing from side to side trying to find where my husband and children are sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I can't bring myself to tell you about my bathroom habits (aren't you glad?). They are fine, really they are. But for some reason whenever I sit down in a movie theater, the call of the bathroom is like a siren's call. Or call of the wild. Or the young and the restless. I just can't avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned before, it's dark in there. I have a fear of coming back and sitting down next to a total stranger, putting my hand in their popcorn, whispering &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Wow, I really had to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;into their ear, and drinking their pop and burping quietly but annoyingly into their popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, this is why I stay home.  I almost never get lost coming out of my own bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/171/E9C62A96D45C82F30D07B67B073A1845.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-7802533928042164585?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7802533928042164585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-meet-strangest-people-at-movies.html#comment-form' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/7802533928042164585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/7802533928042164585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-meet-strangest-people-at-movies.html' title='You Meet The Strangest People At The Movies'/><author><name>momstheword</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVvycVFRgsI/SfoyUBtB18I/AAAAAAAAAWo/KBrwAhH9S58/S220/s1400204944_30105416_2983125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-1979800618914660411</id><published>2010-02-22T02:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T02:22:00.173-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erica'/><title type='text'>Apparantly I'm A Pack Rat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/S4ITktFM6_I/AAAAAAAAAc8/P46BAkTBRlo/s1600-h/PackRat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440932821114612722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/S4ITktFM6_I/AAAAAAAAAc8/P46BAkTBRlo/s400/PackRat1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt; We'll soon be putting our house on the market to sell... and I'll have to find a place of my own for the kids and I to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So this weekend, I was trying to force myself to begin to organize. It's been one of those things for me that seemed too overwhelming to face. So I pushed the daunting task aside and tried to ignore it... as if that would make it go away. But alas, I knew at some point, I'd have to do it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On Saturday I had a fun afternoon planned, so I decided that I'd face "the house" in the morning while knowing I had something to look forward to that afternoon. Talk about OVERWHELMING!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My house is full of THINGS. Full of CLUTTER. When we moved here 9 years ago, I swore I wouldn't collect clutter. I didn't want to have to ever deal with moving CLUTTER again. But ya know what? Somewhere along the way.... four kids and two adults re-cluttered this house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yep, and trying to unclutter is hard for me. Everything I pick up is a "memory" or a "might need this someday!" Not that I've needed it for YEARS, but "what if?"   And knowing me, the day after I throw it away, THAT is surely when I'll need it. But was it worth the cluttered space that it took up in my house all this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. It wasn't. So in the days and weeks to come, I'm boxing things that we want to keep, boxing things that we want to take to Goodwill, and throwing tons away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My name is Erica...&lt;br /&gt;and I am a PACK RAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I'm trying really hard to un-be one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440932817186230722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/S4ITkecmkcI/AAAAAAAAAc0/StoqkDNPXJg/s400/PackRat2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyone wanna fly down to Texas, get me organized, and help me with the last of the repairs that need to be done on the house? Pretty please with sugar on top? I'll let you take all the clutter back home with you!!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;{{hugs}}&lt;img align="right" src="http://gvtc.com/~d6scotts/EricasGraphics/-Erica.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-1979800618914660411?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1979800618914660411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/apparantly-im-pack-rat.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/1979800618914660411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/1979800618914660411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/apparantly-im-pack-rat.html' title='Apparantly I&apos;m A Pack Rat'/><author><name>E @ Scottsville</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDxgWlfTPuk/Szg0sA8pUtI/AAAAAAAAO5g/_iYKApHkpDM/S220/EricaBlackNWhite2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFRD259m0sc/S4ITktFM6_I/AAAAAAAAAc8/P46BAkTBRlo/s72-c/PackRat1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-1010787105729719486</id><published>2010-02-19T03:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T00:07:11.024-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mimi'/><title type='text'>I Need To Patent Something...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Don't you wish you could be the proud owner of some great patent? I mean, wouldn't you like to be&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; THAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; person that made someone else's life just a little easier...or more fun by something you invented?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Way Back in the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;My dad was tearing his HOT coffee cup lids at McDonald's so he could sip it with the lid on. Years later some smart person invented the lids that you can now drink out of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434124045152166818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S2njByC0I6I/AAAAAAAAk3w/D6_MVlTz0WY/s400/20090506-mccafe3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;My Dad totally should have patented that idea...I might be on EASY street right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434124015749658514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S2njAEgtd5I/AAAAAAAAk3I/JL6w03XAk-o/s400/bigstockphoto_on_easy_street_sign_438199.jpg.w560h419.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Don't get me wrong...I love the street I live on, but EASY Street sounds fun too...Kind of like Sesame Street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434125882420827730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S2nksuZzFlI/AAAAAAAAk4E/itzPuoymY8I/s400/sesame_street.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I have to say I am &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;THANKFUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for many of the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;GENIUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; people out there that bring their ideas to the shelves of&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; AMERICA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I have ruined countless loads of laundry because the colors from my clothes have bled...but now my laundry is saved &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;THANKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to some very smart person &amp;amp; their color catching idea! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;My husbands pinks &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;SALUTE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434124022537862578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S2njAdzJPbI/AAAAAAAAk3U/FQdw20qb9rM/s400/images-4.jpeg" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I'd like to personally thank the person that put the lotion in the Kleenex. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Now THAT was &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;PURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Genius!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;No longer do I have to look like Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer during Allergy season!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Aaachooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;God Bless YOU...person that put lotion in my Kleenex!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 155px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434124033779469170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S2njBHrWi3I/AAAAAAAAk3k/_rP7POn93Qk/s400/landingLotionThumbnail.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;How about the maker of the Snuggie? Really? I think that person accidentally put their robe on backwards &amp;amp; fell into millions of dollars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This Christmas my family definitely put that person in the next Income Tax Bracket. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*I Kid*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434124010916542354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S2ni_ygZ95I/AAAAAAAAk28/KCx5B-jZ9vg/s400/DSC_0221.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Do you have any patent ideas in the works...you can go &lt;a href="http://www.soyouwanna.com/site/syws/patent/patentfull.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Your Welcome...but remember to share the wealth when your idea is a success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What are your favorite things people have created that make your life easier?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Mimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-1010787105729719486?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1010787105729719486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-need-to-patent-something.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/1010787105729719486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/1010787105729719486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-need-to-patent-something.html' title='I Need To Patent Something...'/><author><name>He &amp;amp; Me + 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03692972824923390203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/SwWCyiYKp5I/AAAAAAAAiDE/San7m_1OzdU/S220/DSC_0178profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S2njByC0I6I/AAAAAAAAk3w/D6_MVlTz0WY/s72-c/20090506-mccafe3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-620278730104626223</id><published>2010-02-18T13:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T15:09:07.497-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miti'/><title type='text'>Did I Do That???</title><content type='html'>We all have moments when we think to ourselves, "Did I just do that?"  Some of those moments make you wanna crawl under a rock while others make you wanna climb the tallest mountain and announce it to the whole world.  I've had my share of both and here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-my-name-is-harriett.html"&gt;Blogged about bleaching&lt;/a&gt; the hair on my chinny chin chin and then some.  Oh and don't forget about the picture.  Oh boy, why did I have to bring that up again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I once told my boss that he resembled the company mascot.  The resemblance was uncanny to say the least.  The only difference was that one was a cartoon sailor boy.  He got a pretty good laugh out of it, thank goodness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gave birth to a little 7lbs human being.  Wow, man, I did that??  How many men can say that?!!!  Well, there is that one man, but let's just not go there, ok?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peed my pants.  It's true!  I laugh.  I pee.  I sneeze.  I pee.  I even run to the bathroom as if I were a pull-up wearing two year old doing the potty dance.  And apparently I'm not the only one with leakage problems. I didn't know it was part of the post-preggers package.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;And since we're on the subject, I'll go ahead and confess another leakage incident.  First, let me ask you a question?  Have you ever dreamed that you had to go and you searched and searched for a potty like there was no tomorrow?  Well, I have and not only did I find that potty, but I actually used it too.   I vowed that from now on I was going to pinch myself before I go.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm also guilty of the toot and run.  Come on.  Y'all know what I'm talking about.  You're in the store and all of the sudden it hits you and it just comes out.  Then you try going under the radar and over two or three aisles.  Don't deny it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Hmmmm.... I'm seeing a pattern here.  Maybe I should stop before I give y'all TMI.  To late for that, right?!  Well, for what it's worth (my dignity, for sure) I hope you at least got a good laugh out of my mishaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DID I JUST BLOG ABOUT ALL THAT????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Miti&lt;/s&gt; Anonymous Momma&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/4836752777733389880-620278730104626223?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/620278730104626223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/did-i-do-that.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/620278730104626223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/620278730104626223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/did-i-do-that.html' title='Did I Do That???'/><author><name>Miti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04193736084148703508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXRaSIye3So/ScxDaVW9ThI/AAAAAAAAASo/7nh3KPf9Lnw/S220/102copy-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-6701990070979321855</id><published>2010-02-17T03:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T00:06:42.116-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tarah'/><title type='text'>In case you wondered...Im on Vacation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Did I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;color:#3d85c6;"&gt;forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to blog last week? &lt;span style="font-size:x-large;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Did I tell a friend I would meet her for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:x-large;color:#bf9000;"&gt;coffee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and accidentally stand her up...&lt;span style="font-family:Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:x-large;color:#38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUILTY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Do I normally call my&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; every day but for some reason there just isn't enough time lately? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(What the heck is my deal)????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I realized what my problem is.....I've been on Vacation! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not the kind of vacation that I want to be on like this one...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S3tGDjkB0SI/AAAAAAAAmWQ/wiyouF4GK6c/s1600-h/st+lucia.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S3tGDjkB0SI/AAAAAAAAmWQ/wiyouF4GK6c/s640/st+lucia.jpg" width="640" height="425" ct="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But more of a vacation like this one...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S3tHKs43XII/AAAAAAAAmWY/d6Oc0G2xLLQ/s1600-h/Crazy+Woman+1.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S3tHKs43XII/AAAAAAAAmWY/d6Oc0G2xLLQ/s640/Crazy+Woman+1.jpg" width="640" height="480" ct="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;One of these days, I am going to snap out of it. I am just not sure when. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Soooo...Here is what I have decided. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I want &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-large;color:#741b47;"&gt;C-R-A-Z-Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pictures of all of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Send them to my email address: &lt;a href="mailto:tarah.fenn@gmail.com"&gt;tarah.fenn@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We are going to run a little contest. I don't know what you will win...but rest assured,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WILL NOT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; be a vacation to St.Lucia!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:x-large;color:#e06666;"&gt;Tarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-6701990070979321855?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6701990070979321855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-case-you-wonderedim-on-vacation.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/6701990070979321855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/6701990070979321855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-case-you-wonderedim-on-vacation.html' title='In case you wondered...Im on Vacation!'/><author><name>Eyeglasses &amp;amp; Endzones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04799530639331072171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S_FxblwXQrI/AAAAAAAAoy0/pKTY0IQRLPQ/S220/Tarah+Edited+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Frx5YsglUAU/S3tGDjkB0SI/AAAAAAAAmWQ/wiyouF4GK6c/s72-c/st+lucia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-886862443200478005</id><published>2010-02-16T03:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T03:23:25.363-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nan'/><title type='text'>Why Don't Vegetables Taste Like Chocolate?</title><content type='html'>O.k., here's a question. If I said to you that I was going on a diet, you would know that meant I was going to watch my calories, be careful what I ate, try and do some exercise, etc. You would probably even work with me and encourage me. Not go against me. Not sabotage me. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So......how come when I tell my body that I am going on a diet, it ignores me or acts like it has no idea what I'm talking about? Hmmmmm? How come my brain doesn't seem to remember that fact and instead reaches for the Dove chocolates that somebody bought me? Hmmmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why did somebody buy me Dove chocolates anyway?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come my body seems to have no interest in exercise? How come my tummy keeps reminding me how good ice cream tastes? How come my willpower always says "There's always tomorrow. Tomorrow looks good. Start tomorrow."  How come "tomorrow" never comes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, people?  Why????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I zip up my slacks yesterday, only to discover that I can barely fasten them and have nothing that fits and why isn't my body cooperating with me?????  Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't vegetables taste like chocolate?  Why doesn't chocolate taste like liver?  Then I would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;eat it.   Why???  Hmmm, maybe I should have some cheese with that whine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/171/E9C62A96D45C82F30D07B67B073A1845.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-886862443200478005?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/886862443200478005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-dont-vegetables-taste-like.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/886862443200478005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/886862443200478005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-dont-vegetables-taste-like.html' title='Why Don&apos;t Vegetables Taste Like Chocolate?'/><author><name>momstheword</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVvycVFRgsI/SfoyUBtB18I/AAAAAAAAAWo/KBrwAhH9S58/S220/s1400204944_30105416_2983125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-2490179328750489325</id><published>2010-02-15T04:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T00:08:29.157-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erica'/><title type='text'>When's the last time YOU saw a rabbit?</title><content type='html'>So I have this theory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's more than just a theory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUZ IT WORKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time someone you know has the hiccups, I want you to try something. Let the hiccups go on for a few moments so you know they're a REAL GOOD CASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simply...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask them "When's the last time you saw a rabbit?" They'll look at you like you're crazy. Keep talking til you get them to tell you whenever the LAST time was that they actually saw a real, live rabbit. Then ask them a few specifics about it. Try "What color was it?" "What was it doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about three questions, the hiccups are usually gone. But it could take up to five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.... you should try it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just might be surprised. I've been using this method for 16 years, and I'd say its worked in all but maybe 3 cases EVER! Those are pretty good odds, don't ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it works for you, be sure to come back and tell us about it, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....when's the last time YOU saw a rabbit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="right" src="http://gvtc.com/~d6scotts/EricasGraphics/-Erica.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-2490179328750489325?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2490179328750489325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/whens-last-time-you-saw-rabbit.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/2490179328750489325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/2490179328750489325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/whens-last-time-you-saw-rabbit.html' title='When&apos;s the last time YOU saw a rabbit?'/><author><name>E @ Scottsville</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDxgWlfTPuk/Szg0sA8pUtI/AAAAAAAAO5g/_iYKApHkpDM/S220/EricaBlackNWhite2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-3312700818437260968</id><published>2010-02-12T03:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T00:07:53.787-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mimi'/><title type='text'>I Will Give My Heart!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;What Valentine Can I Give Him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;What can I give to Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;On this special Valentine’s Day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;How can I tell Him I’ll love Him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;And follow Him, come what may?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;How can I show I need Him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Should I send a red heart, with lace?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;How can I thank Him enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;For his sacrifice, love and grace?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;What Valentine can I give Him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;My adoration to impart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I’ll give to Him what He wants most;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I’ll yield to Him my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;By Joanna Fuchs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S3IeqEVeDlI/AAAAAAAAlKQ/l_OceIU5IhY/s1600-h/valentines-day.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436441408256740946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S3IeqEVeDlI/AAAAAAAAlKQ/l_OceIU5IhY/s400/valentines-day.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have a Blessed Valentine's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-3312700818437260968?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3312700818437260968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-will-give-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/3312700818437260968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/3312700818437260968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-will-give-my-heart.html' title='I Will Give My Heart!'/><author><name>He &amp;amp; Me + 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03692972824923390203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/SwWCyiYKp5I/AAAAAAAAiDE/San7m_1OzdU/S220/DSC_0178profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S3IeqEVeDlI/AAAAAAAAlKQ/l_OceIU5IhY/s72-c/valentines-day.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-9100663827482670174</id><published>2010-02-09T01:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T02:00:33.243-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nan'/><title type='text'>The One In Which I'm Being Gross</title><content type='html'>Do you remember The Great Toilet Paper Shortage of '73?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in 1973 there was supposed to be a toilet paper shortage. I don't know if that was really true or not, but my grandparents believed it, apparently. They had a whole wall of toilet paper storage. Shelves and shelves of toilet paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom got a kick out of it!  In fact, she figured that they had enough toilet paper to last them the rest of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, not to get too personal or anything, but there are just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some &lt;/span&gt;things that you don't want to run out of. Toilet paper being one of them. Kleenex being another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad grew up in the "handkerchief" generation, and without being too gross, let me just say that you couldn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pay &lt;/span&gt;me to use one of those.  I say use it and throw it away.  Don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wash &lt;/span&gt;it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although that is kind of hypocritical I guess.  I used cloth diapers and well, you know the stuff on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;doesn't even compare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, when I say "I used cloth diapers" I don't mean that &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;personally used them. I mean that my children used them. But since they were babies, they really weren't into the whole washing and hygiene thing, so they used them but I was responsible for cleaning them. Just wanted to clarify for any of you that were seriously concerned about the health of my bladder. It is fine, thank you. My colon says "hello" as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get back to toilet paper.  Hurry.  Since when did toilet paper seem a safer topic than diapers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for fun I googled "What did people do before toilet paper?" and guess what? People have already googled that phrase before. Guess I'm not all that original. Kind of scary that that many people are interested in toilet paper shortages though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, you aren't going to get a history lesson here.  I don't know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;what &lt;/span&gt;people did before toilet paper.   Matter of fact, I don't even want to think about it.  I just think it's funny that you can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;google &lt;/span&gt;that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I typed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"google that" &lt;/span&gt;in the previous sentence, it made me wonder if "google" was actually considered a verb. Then I googled "Is google a verb?" and you can google that too! Yes, apparently it is a verb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If google is a verb now, how come my spell check doesn't seem to even recognize that it's a word?  Oh well.  Make sure you don't run out of toilet paper people.  I'm just sayin'.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/171/E9C62A96D45C82F30D07B67B073A1845.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-9100663827482670174?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/9100663827482670174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-in-which-im-being-gross.html#comment-form' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/9100663827482670174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/9100663827482670174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-in-which-im-being-gross.html' title='The One In Which I&apos;m Being Gross'/><author><name>momstheword</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVvycVFRgsI/SfoyUBtB18I/AAAAAAAAAWo/KBrwAhH9S58/S220/s1400204944_30105416_2983125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-6898021495761722621</id><published>2010-02-06T11:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T11:39:28.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winner Winner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Random.org chose number &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;14!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The winner of the picture frame &amp;amp; gift card is &lt;a href="http://littlegirlsofmine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kristin @ These Little Girls Of Mine.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Congrats!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be Sure you stop by &amp;amp; tell Kristin congrats!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for all the comments!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hugs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mimi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-6898021495761722621?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6898021495761722621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/winner-winner.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/6898021495761722621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/6898021495761722621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/winner-winner.html' title='Winner Winner!'/><author><name>He &amp;amp; Me + 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03692972824923390203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/SwWCyiYKp5I/AAAAAAAAiDE/San7m_1OzdU/S220/DSC_0178profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836752777733389880.post-3203220570930087252</id><published>2010-02-05T03:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T07:43:23.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GIVEAWAY TODAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well it's February &amp;amp; it is my turn to host the giveaway here at the 5 Moms Blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for stopping by!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;This week is a fun little giveaway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Think Girly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I am giving away two super cute 5 X 7 frames for the sweet little Ballet Dancers in your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S2uRyB8Q7sI/AAAAAAAAk7k/p9NSX-8g3q8/s400/DSC_0002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434597664053325506" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;a $10 Gift Card to a place of your choice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 327px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xAb-7K9_C8/S2wRbkOmTMI/AAAAAAAAk8A/bn_LjXqdWz8/s400/gift_card.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434738015608392898" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I will be giving away these on this blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I will also be giving these away at my personal blog &lt;a href="http://dingdingdorn.blogspot.com/"&gt;He &amp;amp; Me + 3&lt;/a&gt;, so head over there &amp;amp; leave a comment for another chance to win.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I will be using Random.Org to choose the winners on both blogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;To enter on this blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;• Leave me a comment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;That's it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;XO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Mimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4836752777733389880-3203220570930087252?l=fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3203220570930087252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/giveaway-today.html#comment-form' title='48 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/3203220570930087252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836752777733389880/posts/default/3203220570930087252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemomsandablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/giveaway-today.html' title='GIVEAWAY TODAY!'/><author><name>He &amp;amp; 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