<?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-27387176</id><updated>2011-09-08T19:15:37.893-07:00</updated><category term='Bub MRI'/><category term='9/11'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Party time'/><category term='Job&apos;by-Job'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Good stuff to know'/><category term='Citymama'/><category term='History'/><category term='Me me me meeee'/><category term='Frugal-ness'/><category term='Parenting 101'/><category term='Kat'/><category term='Kim family'/><category term='Kids say the darndest things'/><category term='MeMa'/><category term='I kick ass'/><title type='text'>'Cause I'm forgetful...</title><subtitle type='html'>Gotta keep these cherished memories &lt;i&gt;somewhere&lt;/i&gt;....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommy11400.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27387176/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommy11400.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11737085317452512575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27387176.post-1869060847144397843</id><published>2008-05-16T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T10:16:02.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>70%</title><content type='html'>of the ladies I know are pregnant...and I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start by saying...we decided to have a vasectomy because we are done having children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The #1 reason is because we can't afford it.  I mean, we could, but then you have to think about college and braces..you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason is I can't go thru the pains (all of them) of the birthing.  I am fine all the way, but when it's time to be admitted...I get a queasy feeling just thinking about it.  I shudder at the thought of getting an epidural, possible episiotomy...I won't bore you with the list of nausea-inducing things. I seriously feel a small panic attack come on when I think about the painful procedures involved with having a child...the possible complications..all of it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had 3 beautiful children.  Our first-born son was stillborn at 32 weeks (went throught the entire baby-having process and went home empty handed).  A year later we had our daughter..she's 8 now.  Three years and four months later we had our son, our last and he's turning 5 at the end of this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I was going with this rambling was...everyone's pregnant and it is HARD to deal with our decision.  I know we can't but I LOVED every minute of being pregnant.  If I could be pregnant and then wave my magic wand and *poof*...baby's here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...my best friend of 17 years is pregnant and it's not like I want to burden her with my silly emotions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27387176-1869060847144397843?l=mommy11400.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommy11400.blogspot.com/feeds/1869060847144397843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27387176&amp;postID=1869060847144397843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27387176/posts/default/1869060847144397843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27387176/posts/default/1869060847144397843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommy11400.blogspot.com/2008/05/70.html' title='70%'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11737085317452512575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27387176.post-5711814687381482977</id><published>2007-04-02T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:30:31.200-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I kick ass'/><title type='text'>Go ahead, tell me I can't.</title><content type='html'>I love it when someone tells me what I can't do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat came home last week and said she was in the paper her teacher had. I got as much info as I could from her teacher and off I went on my hunt. I called the Record, spoke with one lady who passed me to another lady who said she couldn't mail a copy because I wasn't a subscriber to the paper. I went back to their website and found the reporter's name and she just so happens to have her phone number listed as well. I called her up and she is *personally* gonna send me a copy of the paper with my star on the front page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post a pic as soon as it arrives!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27387176-5711814687381482977?l=mommy11400.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommy11400.blogspot.com/feeds/5711814687381482977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27387176&amp;postID=5711814687381482977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27387176/posts/default/5711814687381482977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27387176/posts/default/5711814687381482977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommy11400.blogspot.com/2007/04/go-ahead-tell-me-i-cant.html' title='Go ahead, tell me I can&apos;t.'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11737085317452512575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27387176.post-3085889802608731101</id><published>2007-01-30T22:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T23:05:57.995-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me me me meeee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>A is for Angel</title><content type='html'>8 years ago today, I lost my firstborn son.  He died from a blood clot in his umbilical cord.  We planned him and we were so excited.  I have always wanted to be a parent, for as far back as I can remember.  I wonder what he would have been when he grew up.  I know my kids are not ready to handle this yet.  No way.  I, as their mother, think they are not mentally capable of handling that kind of information yet.  They wouldn't fully understand.  &lt;br /&gt;I decided it was time to get a tattoo in his memory.  I went down to Pins &amp; Needles, Casey tattooed it, it is beautiful and I love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace A.J. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27387176-3085889802608731101?l=mommy11400.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommy11400.blogspot.com/feeds/3085889802608731101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27387176&amp;postID=3085889802608731101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27387176/posts/default/3085889802608731101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27387176/posts/default/3085889802608731101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommy11400.blogspot.com/2007/01/is-for-angel_30.html' title='A is for Angel'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11737085317452512575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27387176.post-1393874677132486151</id><published>2006-12-13T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T09:35:19.641-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frugal-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting 101'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good stuff to know'/><title type='text'>That's handy dandy!</title><content type='html'>In my kitchen, the pizza cutter is my friend.  I use it for everything!  Cutting pizza (obviously), pancakes, french toast, grilled cheese, quesadillas, ham, spaghetti noodles...the possibilities are endless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27387176-1393874677132486151?l=mommy11400.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommy11400.blogspot.com/feeds/1393874677132486151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27387176&amp;postID=1393874677132486151' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27387176/posts/default/1393874677132486151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27387176/posts/default/1393874677132486151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommy11400.blogspot.com/2006/12/thats-handy-dandy.html' title='That&apos;s handy dandy!'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11737085317452512575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27387176.post-6326639434544346234</id><published>2006-12-07T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T16:49:01.966-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History'/><title type='text'>Pearl Harbor, December 7, 1941</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.neo.rr.com/roushimsx/WW2/pearl_harbor_01_compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27387176-6326639434544346234?l=mommy11400.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27387176.post-8306306706680398423</id><published>2006-12-07T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:06:54.598-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kim family'/><title type='text'>Make that a double..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ricedaddies.blogspot.com/2006/12/to-fellow-father.html"&gt;Rice Daddies, thank you.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you James Kim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnettv.com/9710-1_53-25119.html"&gt;In Memoriam: James Kim, 1971-2006&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27387176-8306306706680398423?l=mommy11400.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ricedaddies.blogspot.com/2006/12/to-fellow-father.html' title='Make that a double..'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommy11400.blogspot.com/feeds/8306306706680398423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27387176&amp;postID=8306306706680398423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27387176/posts/default/8306306706680398423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27387176/posts/default/8306306706680398423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommy11400.blogspot.com/2006/12/make-that-double.html' title='Make that a double..'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11737085317452512575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27387176.post-6783162006668059346</id><published>2006-12-07T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T12:27:52.242-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kim family'/><title type='text'>So many questions..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.oregonlive.com/news/oregonian/video/index.ssf?LC_51MISN107"&gt;The Kim family timeline&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9BX8tgc5bQM/RXht3CsCMvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/IOYn7dRyosM/s1600-h/KIM+FAMILY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9BX8tgc5bQM/RXht3CsCMvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/IOYn7dRyosM/s400/KIM+FAMILY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005871778204103410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so, His family was found on Monday. His pants were found (#4) on Tuesday, and his body (#6) on Wednesday. Why wouldn't they have more than one helicopter searching the area? I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, was James Kim almost there....where the family had originally turned off the main road? Didn't he have a map? Was he disoriented?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27387176-6783162006668059346?l=mommy11400.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2006/12/07/MNGH6MR3191.DTL' title='So many questions..'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommy11400.blogspot.com/feeds/6783162006668059346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27387176&amp;postID=6783162006668059346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27387176/posts/default/6783162006668059346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27387176/posts/default/6783162006668059346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommy11400.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-many-questions.html' title='So many questions..'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11737085317452512575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9BX8tgc5bQM/RXht3CsCMvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/IOYn7dRyosM/s72-c/KIM+FAMILY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27387176.post-116500612626844401</id><published>2006-12-01T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T11:17:08.418-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me me me meeee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas is...</title><content type='html'>Book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Frantic-Womans-Guide-Life-Tricks/dp/0446690597/ref=pd_bxgy_b_img_b/105-5070974-9482856"&gt;The Frantic Woman's Guide to Life: A Year's Worth of Hints, Tips, and Tricks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book:&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/0446696234?tag=mommytrackd-20&amp;camp=14573&amp;amp;creative=327641&amp;linkCode=as1&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0446696234&amp;adid=1SWDN6CNXAS0P5GMRADH&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Frantic Woman's Guide to Feeding Family and Friends: Shopping Lists, Recipes, and Tips for Every Dinner of the Year&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/0767903595?tag=spiritoffengs-20&amp;camp=14573&amp;amp;creative=327641&amp;linkCode=as1&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0767903595&amp;adid=1NT12JHCSTHHRV78YYCS&amp;amp;"&gt;Clear Your Clutter With Feng Shui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably #1 on my list this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joann.com/catalog.jhtml?CATID=24955&amp;PRODID=84186&amp;source=search"&gt;Learn to knit a scarf kit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food dehydrator:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacuum Sealer:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27387176-116500612626844401?l=mommy11400.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommy11400.blogspot.com/feeds/116500612626844401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27387176&amp;postID=116500612626844401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27387176/posts/default/116500612626844401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27387176/posts/default/116500612626844401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommy11400.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-is.html' title='All I want for Christmas is...'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11737085317452512575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27387176.post-115929703313895780</id><published>2006-09-26T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T11:16:13.773-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting 101'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids say the darndest things'/><title type='text'>Junie B. Jones and a lesson in parenting.</title><content type='html'>I was quite bothered this morning. Kat was trying to sound out the word: brains. Then I heard her say something about bashing brains. And then fist was being thrown into the mix. I'm thinking to myself...WTF?? She says it's her Junie B. Jones book she had gotten from Adora. I started reading, trying to figure out what was going on in this book. This all happened while we were getting out of the car for daycare. I did take the book in question with me to work...so I could do some "research". Below is my post in the Parent Forum:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"How'd you like me to bash your brains in, you  09/26 08:42:28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ummm, this is a sentence in my daughters Junie B. Jones book. "Junie B. Jones and her Big Fat Mouth"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't care for this language but what do I do? Not let her read it? Is it that big of a deal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your thoughts?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some interesting feedback. http://forums.craigslist.org/?ID=49841718&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Talk about what she is reading. Ask her  09/26 08:48:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if she feels what that person said was nice or right. Ask her if she has said anything like that to anyone or if anyone has ever said anything like that to her. Ask her how she thinks if feels to both say something like that and to have it said to her. Books with themes or dialog that make us uncomfortable are great jumping off points for conversations with our kids."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Duh, why didn't I think of that??  I ALWAYS seek different perspectives.  Always.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27387176-115929703313895780?l=mommy11400.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://forums.craigslist.org/?ID=49841718' title='Junie B. Jones &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; a lesson in parenting.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommy11400.blogspot.com/feeds/115929703313895780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27387176&amp;postID=115929703313895780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27387176/posts/default/115929703313895780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27387176/posts/default/115929703313895780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommy11400.blogspot.com/2006/09/junie-b-jones-and-lesson-in-parenting.html' title='Junie B. Jones &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; a lesson in parenting.'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11737085317452512575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27387176.post-115920036352068259</id><published>2006-09-25T08:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T11:09:21.952-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good stuff to know'/><title type='text'>Pesticides....blech!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This article is from ParentCenter.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do I really need to worry about pesticide residues in the foods my preschooler eats?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Fruits and vegetables are an important part of your preschooler's diet, and pesticide residues are often found on produce. Pesticides help make groceries more affordable by saving crops from damaging pests. But research shows that pesticides contribute to some cancers and respiratory illnesses. Animal testing also indicates that pesticides can cause permanent changes in brain chemistry that may lead to anything from behavioral disorders to learning disabilities to long-term damage to the brain and nervous system. Pesticides may also block a child's absorption of nutrients that are important for healthy growth and development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young children may be especially vulnerable to pesticides because their organs and nervous system are at a crucial stage of development, because they may absorb pesticides more easily and break them down less easily, and because they eat more food relative to their body weight than adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aren't there regulations that protect my preschooler from pesticides in foods?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the United States, there are regulations that intend to do that. The Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) sets limits on how much pesticide may be used on crops — based on how toxic the particular pesticide is, how much pesticide is left on the crop (residue), and how much of the crop a person is likely to eat. In 1996, the Food Quality Protection Act tightened food safety laws by requiring that the residue levels of pesticides be safe for infants and children, taking into account children's special sensitivity to pesticides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While these regulations have been gradually eliminating use of some of the worst pesticides, more remain, and tests have found that some produce contains high levels of dangerous pesticides that have long been banned in the United States but are still in the soil. Even though farmers are no longer actively using the pesticides, when they plant in contaminated soils they often end up with contaminated produce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Food and Drug Administration, more than half the produce currently tested is free of measurable residues of pesticides. But that leaves plenty of produce that isn't. Besides, the testing isn't yet complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So should I cut down on the fruits and vegetables I feed my preschooler?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, don't avoid produce out of fear of pesticides. Fruits and vegetables are an important part of a healthy diet for your child. And there are things you can do to reduce the amount of pesticides your preschooler consumes without reducing the produce in his diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which foods are most likely to contain high levels of pesticide residues? Are any foods safe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consumers Union, an independent, nonprofit testing and information organization based in New York, has rated various foods based on the frequency of pesticide detection on a crop, the levels of residues, and the relative toxicity of the residues. By rating them on a scale on which a score of over 100 is considered grounds for concern, they've provided consumers with a meaningful way to choose safer foods for their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;According to their analysis, the foods with the highest pesticide residue scores are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Fresh peaches (U.S.)&lt;br /&gt;# Winter squash (U.S., fresh and frozen)&lt;br /&gt;# Strawberries&lt;br /&gt;# Grapes (from anywhere but Mexico)&lt;br /&gt;# Spinach (fresh and canned)&lt;br /&gt;# Apples&lt;br /&gt;# Green beans (fresh U.S.; canned and frozen from anywhere)&lt;br /&gt;# Pears&lt;br /&gt;# Cantaloupe&lt;br /&gt;# Tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;# Potatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you don't eat the peel (of a cantaloupe, for example), you don't necessarily remove all the pesticides. That's because dieldrin, an especially toxic insecticide that was banned years ago, persists in the soil and is absorbed through the roots and into the flesh of produce from the melon and squash family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The foods that got the lowest pesticide residue scores are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Milk&lt;br /&gt;# Corn (canned and frozen)&lt;br /&gt;# Broccoli (from the U.S.)&lt;br /&gt;# Winter squash (from Honduras or Mexico)&lt;br /&gt;# Orange juice&lt;br /&gt;# Bananas&lt;br /&gt;# Canned peaches&lt;br /&gt;# Peas&lt;br /&gt;# Grapes (from Mexico)&lt;br /&gt;# Fresh green beans (from Mexico)&lt;br /&gt;# Single-serving pears (from Chile)&lt;br /&gt;# Apple juice&lt;br /&gt;# Grape juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do fresh peaches get a caution if canned peaches get a green light?&lt;/span&gt; Processing a food (making it into juice and/or canning it, for example) sometimes makes it a lot safer to eat. That's because foods grown for processing don't need to be cosmetically appealing, so they normally aren't sprayed as much just before harvest. This gives more time for the residues that do remain to break down into safer components before the product reaches the market. Also, when foods are processed, they're often peeled, washed, or heated, which removes a lot of the pesticide residues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to protect my preschooler from pesticides in food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These simple steps can greatly cut the amount of pesticides your family consumes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Peel fruits and vegetables, or remove the outer leaves (on lettuce and cabbage, for example).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Wash fruits and vegetables that you choose not to peel, using a produce wash product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Serve a wide variety of produce. This will limit repeated consumption of the same pesticide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Choose produce that's free of mold, bruises and decay (these are likely to harbor more pesticides).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Trim the fat off meat and the skin off poultry. Pesticides are also found in these foods, and they're concentrated in the fatty parts and skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Buy organic produce, especially when buying foods in the higher-risk category, like cantaloupe, winter squash, green beans, strawberries, pears, or tomatoes. According to Consumer's Union, children who eat non-organic tomatoes, strawberries, pears, green beans, or winter squash have odds ranging from 2 to 66 percent of getting more than a safe dose of at least one pesticide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is organic produce really worth the price difference?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You decide. A 2003 University of Washington study found that children who ate a diet of organic food had a level of pesticides in their bodies that was six times lower than children who ate a diet of conventionally produced food. And even if you're not convinced of the dangers of pesticides, you may want to consider the benefits of organic foods for your child. A 2003 study at the University of California at Davis found that organic fruit has up to 58 percent more antioxidants (which may help prevent heart disease and cancer) than non-organic fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love puttering in the garden, you might consider growing some of your own organic fruits and vegetables. Or look for organic growers at a local farmer's market, farm stand, or food cooperative. Many grocery stores now have organic produce sections, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like the idea of fresh produce from the garden, buy locally grown fruits and veggies. Produce grown far away requires after-harvest pesticides and waxes to help it survive the long trip. And produce that has to travel is often picked before ripening, which decreases flavor as well as nutrients. It's wonderful to buy avocados, lettuce and tomatoes in the dead of winter, but keep in mind that food grown out of season usually comes from another hemisphere. So consider buying out-of-season produce in the organic section as well, or make sure you know which countries have lower pesticide residues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27387176-115920036352068259?l=mommy11400.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://parentcenter.babycenter.com/refcap/preschooler/pnutrition/64372.html?scid=pcbulletin:20060918:0:0:0#3' title='Pesticides....blech!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommy11400.blogspot.com/feeds/115920036352068259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27387176&amp;postID=115920036352068259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27387176/posts/default/115920036352068259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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You.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Were You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where were you when the world stopped turnin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that September day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Out in the yard with your wife and children;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or working on some stage in L.A.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you stand there in shock at the sight of that black smoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rising against that blue sky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you shout out in anger in fear for your neighbor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or did you just sit down and cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you weep for the children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that lost their dear loved ones?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you pray for the ones who don't know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you rejoice for the people who walked from the rubble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and sob for the ones left below?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you burst out in pride for the red white and blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the heroes who died just doin' what they do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you look up to heaven for some kind of answer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And look at yourself for what really matters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a singer of simple songs;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a real political man&lt;br /&gt;I watch CNN, but I'm not sure I can tell you the difference&lt;br /&gt;in Iraq and Iran&lt;br /&gt;But I know Jesus and I talk to God&lt;br /&gt;And I remember this from when I was young&lt;br /&gt;Faith, Hope and Love are some good things He gave us&lt;br /&gt;And the greatest is Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where were you when the world stopped turning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That September day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teaching a class full of innocent children;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Driving down some cold interstate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you feel guilty 'cause you're a survivor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in a crowded room did you feel alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you call up your mother and tell her you love her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you dust off that bible at home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you open your eyes hope it never happened;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And close your eyes and not go to sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you notice the sunset the first time in ages;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or speak to some stranger on the street?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you lay down at night and think of tomorrow;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go out and buy you a gun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you turn off that violent old movie you're watchin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And turn on "I Love Lucy" reruns?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you go to a church and hold hands with some strangers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stand in line and give your own blood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you just stay home and cling tight to your family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank God you had somebody to love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a singer of simple songs;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a real political man&lt;br /&gt;I watch CNN, but I'm not sure I can tell you the difference&lt;br /&gt;in Iraq and Iran&lt;br /&gt;But I know Jesus and I talk to God&lt;br /&gt;And I remember this from when I was young&lt;br /&gt;Faith, Hope and Love are some good things He gave us&lt;br /&gt;And the greatest is Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a singer of simple songs;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a real political man&lt;br /&gt;I watch CNN, but I'm not sure I can tell you the difference&lt;br /&gt;in Iraq and Iran&lt;br /&gt;But I know Jesus and I talk to God&lt;br /&gt;And I remember this from when I was young&lt;br /&gt;Faith, Hope and Love are some good things He gave us&lt;br /&gt;And the greatest is Love.&lt;br /&gt;And the greatest is Love.&lt;br /&gt;And the greatest is Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you when the world stopped turnin'&lt;br /&gt;that September day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27387176-115799373942957620?l=mommy11400.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommy11400.blogspot.com/feeds/115799373942957620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27387176&amp;postID=115799373942957620' title='0 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term='Job&apos;by-Job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids say the darndest things'/><title type='text'>Lemme bring you up to speed...new job, 1st grade, nuts...</title><content type='html'>Day. Care. Love. It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my kids to pieces, but how wonderful is daycare? So you can understand where I'm coming from.. Since Kat was 1 I had worked for Pro Mod, Bub came along and then there was 2. Full time parent with a full time job. Um, did I leave out the part where both, yes both kids came with me to work. We could never afford daycare before so I dealt with it. It was trying at times, but we got thru it. Now, I have a better($5.50 more an hour) paying job and no commute. Yes, nooooooo commute. They are in a great daycare and everyone is happy. And sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new job is going well.  I am a Bookkeeper in the "Financial Department".  LOTS of things to clear up, get organized and do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'll just grab a few of my sticky notes for examples*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build job costing for company&lt;br /&gt;Create liability acct for retainers&lt;br /&gt;Build ESA system for company&lt;br /&gt;Build inventory system for shop&lt;br /&gt;Create financial packets for lending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm really liking it so far. The boss hasn't blown up on me. Yet. He is said to have a bad temper. We'll see. The other employees are cool. Lenise and I have alot in common and get along great. I'm actually starting to feel like I'm accomplishing something during my work day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat has started 1st grade and is growing up too fast. The second day of school she says "Mom, can you just drop me off &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and leave&lt;/span&gt;"?.  Honestly, it took me a second to pick up what she was puttin' down.  I thought I had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;least&lt;/span&gt; another year before I heard &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; from her mouth.  I agreed...and felt like throwing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a funny note..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: "Do you know what those are"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bub: "Own't know".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: "Those are your nuts"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bub: "My nuts"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: "Yes, see them"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bub: "Right here"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: "Yes, they are called nuts"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bub: "Oh, dose are my nnnnutss"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: "Yep".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bub: "Sissy, deese are my nnnnutss"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too freakin' cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm outta here.  Looking forward to my 3 day weekend.  Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27387176-115704143143287916?l=mommy11400.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommy11400.blogspot.com/feeds/115704143143287916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27387176&amp;postID=115704143143287916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27387176/posts/default/115704143143287916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27387176/posts/default/115704143143287916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommy11400.blogspot.com/2006/08/lemme-bring-you-up-to-speednew-job-1st.html' title='Lemme bring you up to speed...new job, 1st grade, nuts...'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11737085317452512575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27387176.post-114790980572250586</id><published>2006-05-17T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T11:04:58.162-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frugal-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bub MRI'/><title type='text'>Party plans</title><content type='html'>We have figured a theme for Bub's party. Monster Tucks. I'm sorry, I can't see paying $3.99 for 8 invitations? They get thrown away. I like to cut corners when I can. So I found these &lt;img src="http://www.birthday-party-game-idea.com/images/monster%20truck%202.gif"&gt; , perfect &lt;em&gt;and free&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;strike&gt;I still don't know how to make my link into the words of my choosing.  Anyone?&lt;/strike&gt; Fixed that problem.  Yay, I'm &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;soooo savvvvy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; having tacos. That's more work than I wanna do on a possibly hot day. So, Little Caesar's $5 pizzas it is. No pinata, no goodie bags, just the jumpy, cake, ice cream, and pizza. Is that cheesy? I refuse to stress myself out over these birthday plannings. It gets overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have since gotten a call to discuss Bub's MRI results. The date is set for June 6th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm out of a job the end of June.  I have NO IDEA what. the. fuck. I'm gonna do.  This sucks serious ass.  I'll have to write more about this tomorrow, time to ska-daddle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27387176-114790980572250586?l=mommy11400.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommy11400.blogspot.com/feeds/114790980572250586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27387176&amp;postID=114790980572250586' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27387176/posts/default/114790980572250586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27387176/posts/default/114790980572250586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommy11400.blogspot.com/2006/05/party-plans.html' title='Party plans'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11737085317452512575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27387176.post-114660943596648045</id><published>2006-05-02T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T10:56:55.770-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids say the darndest things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MeMa'/><title type='text'>"Are you gonna spend it at the casino?"</title><content type='html'>I'll refer to K, as Kat from now on and J, will be Bub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes me friggen laugh. I walked into the livingroom and she tells me that Bub was drawing with the stinky (sharpie) pen. As I was looking for permanent marks I found a paper that she was drawing ticket-stub-looking things. She fessed up to using the sharpie. The pen had gone thru the paper and stained grandma's tv tray. I had her wipe the marks with a wippee, she realized that wasn't working. Her and grandma had a sit down to figure what to do next. Grandma had some cleaner that took it right off, and for her cleaning time she was charging Kat $1. Kat looked puzzled, and asked "are you gonna spend it at the casino?" Grandma is really good at keeping a straight face, I am getting better, but I had to turn my head.&lt;br /&gt;I 'm thinking the casino remark is from a few months back, Kat had given all her quarters to Grandma in exchange for dollar bills. She was heading to the casinos in Vegas. And being considerate, she wanted to know if she'd like a dollar bill or change. Too funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27387176-114660943596648045?l=mommy11400.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommy11400.blogspot.com/feeds/114660943596648045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27387176&amp;postID=114660943596648045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27387176/posts/default/114660943596648045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27387176/posts/default/114660943596648045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommy11400.blogspot.com/2006/05/are-you-gonna-spend-it-at-casino.html' title='&quot;Are you gonna spend it at the casino?&quot;'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11737085317452512575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27387176.post-114651715655485491</id><published>2006-05-01T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T11:38:08.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bub MRI'/><title type='text'>My life at a glance</title><content type='html'>K is 6 and J is to be 3 on the 28th of this month. Ideally he'll have a themed party, not sure what yet. Gonna get a jumpy house to keep the kids entertained, those things are awesome. I think we'll be having tacos, the weather's been really nice lately. It starts at 3pm and ends whenever. The adults hang and the kids play till bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our party's usually go for most of the day. We like to get the party going, presents, cake, playing...not in that order. I don't have an order. "Should we do presents or cake first"? Which is it??? I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all happy and healthy, well we &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; still waiting to get an appointment to further discuss J's MRI results with a pediatric neurologist. At least he doesn't have a tumor or any  vascular abnormalities. Whew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27387176-114651715655485491?l=mommy11400.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommy11400.blogspot.com/feeds/114651715655485491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27387176&amp;postID=114651715655485491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27387176/posts/default/114651715655485491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27387176/posts/default/114651715655485491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommy11400.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-life-at-glance.html' title='My life at a glance'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11737085317452512575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27387176.post-114651350139537672</id><published>2006-05-01T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T12:58:50.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, let me see if I can get this par-tay started.</title><content type='html'>Testing, testing, one, two, three..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27387176-114651350139537672?l=mommy11400.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommy11400.blogspot.com/feeds/114651350139537672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27387176&amp;postID=114651350139537672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27387176/posts/default/114651350139537672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27387176/posts/default/114651350139537672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommy11400.blogspot.com/2006/05/ok-let-me-see-if-i-can-get-this-par_01.html' title='Ok, let me see if I can get this par-tay started.'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11737085317452512575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
