<?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-12360033</id><updated>2012-01-29T13:59:27.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>momorama</title><subtitle type='html'>"How Could Anyone"

How could anyone
ever tell you
you were anything
less than beautiful?

How could anyone
ever tell you
you were less
than whole?

How could anyone
fail to notice
that your loving
is a miracle?

How deeply you're
connected to my soul?

Words &amp; music by
Libby Roderick
from the recording
"If You See a Dream" Turtle Island Records</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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>239</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-7961472076174964660</id><published>2009-08-17T18:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T18:43:23.785-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Faulty Thermostat</title><content type='html'>Most everybody has a thermostat in their house.  Although it doesn't keep the house at the precise temperature you set, it notes when the temp is off and makes minute corrections to bring it back.  If you set it at 80 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yalesustainabilityleaders.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/thermostat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 486px;" src="http://yalesustainabilityleaders.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/thermostat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the thermostat turns the air of furnace on when the temp reaches 81 or 82 and runs until it is 78 or 79 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bodies have thermostats also.  This is centered in the hypothalamus (part of the brain) when we are too hot or too cold.  What most people don't know is that fibromyalgia messes with the thermostat control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke up with a migraine.  This is nasty in itself.  Most people know about migraines, so I won't detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While suffering with this, I was laying or lying (I can never remember which is correct) on my bed, I had the fan on.  This is always on, btw.  Then the temperature problems started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With probably minute cycles, I went from hot to cold to hot to cold, etc.  I dealt with this by flipping the sheet on or off.  It would be too much bother to get up and turn the fan off and on.  As I'd get hot, I'd have the sheet off.  I'd start sweating.  The fan blew the sweat off.  I got cold, really really cold.  I'd flip the sheet on.  I'd shiver.  I'd get hot.  Rinse and repeat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://openlearn.open.ac.uk/file.php/3495/TA212_1_001i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 544px; height: 265px;" src="http://openlearn.open.ac.uk/file.php/3495/TA212_1_001i.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like the thermostat set at 97 went to 100 to 94 and back, constantly overshooting the target temp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, this would cycle in minutes time, but went on for hours till I finally fell asleep.  It was soooo frustrating!  I remember yelling out, "Knock it off!" "Stop it already!" and various other expletives (all g-rated, I assure you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to share my (*&amp;%*%#$&amp;%&amp;) day.  Thanks for listening.  Peace, out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-7961472076174964660?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/7961472076174964660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=7961472076174964660&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/7961472076174964660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/7961472076174964660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/08/faulty-thermostat.html' title='Faulty Thermostat'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-5440865459231191344</id><published>2009-07-29T16:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T16:09:17.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycling</title><content type='html'>No, not bicycling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of this guaifenesin protocol is to keep a symptom journal.  It helps you see trends that might otherwise go unnoticed.  I keep weight, weather, meds I took, and how I felt or slept in it.  Except, I didn't keep it out west.  The notebook kept getting buried or used for scrap paper (:)).  Then, I didn't start when I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it was soooo hard to make myself swim.  My legs ache.  My sleep is not refreshing.  While swimming anyway (just 3/4 of a mile instead of a mile), I thought that I felt like this yesterday.  And on monday (when I only swam 1/2 of a mile).  I can't remember Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!!!!!  I am cycling my legs.  That is what is going on.  It won't be forever.  I have cycled depression, sleep (many times), even migraines (like 6 in 2 weeks, then none).  Now that I know what it is, I can deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycling, BTW, means that the fibro as it helps, works on different areas.  They get better and worse.  Eventually you will be done with that area.  It can last a short time or a long time, but it is a sign that this protocol is working.  Also, eventually, the good times are longer than the bad times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-5440865459231191344?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/5440865459231191344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=5440865459231191344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/5440865459231191344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/5440865459231191344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/07/cycling.html' title='Cycling'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-394736179275126690</id><published>2009-07-11T19:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T19:51:09.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pests</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SlklMbXLSlI/AAAAAAAAAY8/OE-3NNrMUYs/s1600-h/jbonleaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SlklMbXLSlI/AAAAAAAAAY8/OE-3NNrMUYs/s320/jbonleaf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357354127167539794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw one (1) japanese beetle on the underside of a grape leaf.  David crunched it.  I bought a beetle trap.  After only a few hours we had more than 30-40 beetles.  Yuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-394736179275126690?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/394736179275126690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=394736179275126690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/394736179275126690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/394736179275126690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/07/pests.html' title='pests'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SlklMbXLSlI/AAAAAAAAAY8/OE-3NNrMUYs/s72-c/jbonleaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-5675982558763065298</id><published>2009-07-09T16:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:39:24.379-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The beard</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SlZT2c1BZRI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Bd0bBGpfOgo/s1600-h/bearded+kilted+david.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SlZT2c1BZRI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Bd0bBGpfOgo/s320/bearded+kilted+david.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356561001720407314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I don't like the beard.  I really REALLY didn't like it.  Besides making him look older, I had this strong repugnance.  I finally figured it out.  It makes him look like &lt;a href="http://hi5.com/friend/photos/displayPhotoUser.do?ownerId=315621325&amp;artistType=&amp;photoFuid=0049003212030062c7D5003212#2417459870_315621325_229601892_0"&gt;this guy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.  This guy, who presented &lt;a href="http://www.zoominfo.com/people/Sebring_Douglas_28018234.aspx"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;  (See #7).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beard is gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-5675982558763065298?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/5675982558763065298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=5675982558763065298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/5675982558763065298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/5675982558763065298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/07/beard.html' title='The beard'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SlZT2c1BZRI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Bd0bBGpfOgo/s72-c/bearded+kilted+david.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-7929097763763164831</id><published>2009-07-09T13:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:28:06.625-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Portland Pictures</title><content type='html'>This is Jacob. &lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SlYlsqNierI/AAAAAAAAAYc/AzITEq_P_Ts/s1600-h/west+coast+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356510255979330226 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SlYlsqNierI/AAAAAAAAAYc/AzITEq_P_Ts/s320/west+coast+054.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; This is Sammy, getting ready for an overnight campout. They went fishing and he caught a crayfish and a trout. &lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SlYlsf1jxoI/AAAAAAAAAYU/3vVJQBhONbM/s1600-h/west+coast+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356510253194397314 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SlYlsf1jxoI/AAAAAAAAAYU/3vVJQBhONbM/s320/west+coast+051.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Ryan came home with all the makings for sword fighting. It reminded me of Kevin. Also of monty python: "I cut off your leg" "Tis only a flesh wound."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-7929097763763164831?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/7929097763763164831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=7929097763763164831&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/7929097763763164831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/7929097763763164831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-portland-pictures.html' title='Some Portland Pictures'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SlYlsqNierI/AAAAAAAAAYc/AzITEq_P_Ts/s72-c/west+coast+054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-316288076461077648</id><published>2009-07-09T13:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T13:14:17.438-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home, Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>I know that you are aware that I got home on July 4th.  I thought I'd send you a few pictures to illustrate my journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SlYkYZQgZ0I/AAAAAAAAAX8/7e8JLKop4rM/s1600-h/west+coast+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SlYkYZQgZ0I/AAAAAAAAAX8/7e8JLKop4rM/s320/west+coast+064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356508808319362882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Las Vegas airport where I spent nearly 3 hours.  In case I was bored, the slot machines are everywhere.  I did not partake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to Cleveland, this fellow was waiting in Baggage Claim.  I am not sure what possessed him to meet me in full Scot regalia, but I was glad to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SlYkYhg5GUI/AAAAAAAAAYE/5OPZLRZvpzU/s1600-h/west+coast+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SlYkYhg5GUI/AAAAAAAAAYE/5OPZLRZvpzU/s320/west+coast+066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356508810535573826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of our bounteous garden--what the deer haven't eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SlYlK-BLjGI/AAAAAAAAAYM/TttaLzRDX3w/s1600-h/west+coast+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SlYlK-BLjGI/AAAAAAAAAYM/TttaLzRDX3w/s320/west+coast+070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356509677180652642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-316288076461077648?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/316288076461077648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=316288076461077648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/316288076461077648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/316288076461077648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/07/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home, Sweet Home'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SlYkYZQgZ0I/AAAAAAAAAX8/7e8JLKop4rM/s72-c/west+coast+064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-6979236449142212868</id><published>2009-06-26T16:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:00:35.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Airline/Airport/Airplane Ruminations</title><content type='html'>So the people watching was pretty fun traveling from Sacramento to Portland.  These were the observations I made, in a stream of consciousness ala Holden Caufield, but without the swearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the airport:&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what the protocol is for where one sits while waiting.  Usually, one tries to leave a seat between you and anyone else.  Do you respect a piece of luggage or a purse guarding a seat??  Stay away from freaky looking peeps.  Or ones who don't look like they've had a bath in a while.  I thought all those peeps were at the greyhound station.  What about eye contact??  Man, I feel sorry for the moms with a toddler who is tired of traveling all day and can't feel comforted.  Maybe it's because I have been there before, but I don't get upset, I just feel sorry for them.  I made eye contact and commiserated.  Is the gray haired lady traveling with her 10 year old granddaughter or is she prematurely grey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the airline: &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I got a good fare, but the threats of death and dismemberment if you have ANYTHING more than 2 pieces of carryon are old.  I realize that sometimes people really abuse this, but c'mon already.  Is the dayplanner a third item?  How about the water I am carrying?  The woman who is carrying a baby?  does she have to send the kid to the cargo??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The airplane itself:&lt;br /&gt;A 737.  Didn't I hear once that these guys had problems??  Oh, well, too late now.  God knows when I am gonna die so worrying about it won't help.  Oh oh, looks pretty crowded.  Normally people sit in the aisle seat or the window seat.  Looks like we are going to have to use the middle seat.  So, who looks like they won't take up 1 1/2 seats?  Who looks non-scowly (yes, I made up that word)?  Okay, here's a couple taking up the window and middle seats.  She is all over him, so maybe I can have 2 armrests.  Oh, and they look older than me.  I wonder if they are newly married--her head on his shoulder, holding hands, other hand on upper inner thighs of the other person.  Hmmm, she has a wedding ring but he doesn't.  Maybe they are on their honeymoon.  Maybe he doesn't believe in wedding rings?  Some older guys don't.  Oh WAIT!!  Maybe she's married to someone else and this is a rendezvous with her LOVER!.  Oooh, yuck.  Well, if it gives me more seat, I can just ignore their goo-goo eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes a mom with a daughter and a small (say 2 month old) on her shoulder.  Poor mommy.  As she comes by me I notice that there is another baby IN THE BAG she's holding in front of her!  Oh, wait, that's a doll.  Pheeeww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, the guy two rows ahead is wearing a redsox cap.  Maybe he knows Ryan?  No, that is just dumb.  The sox have lots of fans.  The two little redstockings on the back are cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this flight crew is tired.  I have never heard the warning spiel so quickly done.  I know not many people listen, but the words should be comprehensible.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The captain just made an announcement.  Is it dad??? I can't even hear him.  Hope it wasn't something I needed to know, like, say, THE PLANE IS CRASHING!!  Repeatedly he makes announcements that I can't hear.  He must be tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who uses airplane bathrooms?  Doesn't everybody watch their liquids and go in the airport just before getting on??  It's only a 90 minute flight. Well, most of them were men, for whom peeing at a hole in the plane is no different than peeing at the airport.  Still, there were some women.  Maybe the older woman needs to have the Detrol discussion with her dr?  And I could understand if a woman was pregnant, or if someone had a bladder infection, or took a diuretic just before boarding (but who would do that?), or had high sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That guy diagonal to me is drinking beer.  He looks too young.  Wonder if they card on airplanes.  Sorry to stereotype, but Asians tend to look young for their age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 girls in the row opposite mine are discussing getting a master's degree.  One really likes Ohio.  But no one knows where Ohio is.  It's in the midwest, I think.  It goes Indiana, Illinois, Ohio, I think.  Maybe Jenna can help them.  Even with the napkins from the flight attendant with the states outlined on them doesn't help.  And they wanted to go somewhere where they won't have to take the G.R.E.---Or did they actually say M.R.E.??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are offering peanuts for a snack.  Who does that anymore since the peanut dust carries all through the plane and so many people these days are allergic to peanuts.  I mean, anaphylactilly allergic.  I look in the seat back in front of me.  I see a bag of peanuts and a bag of wheat thins.  Wonder how long they have been there??  Last flight??  All flights today??  Last month?  When they collect trash, I throw them out as my good deed for the day.  When they are collecting trash, I see a kid up ahead give the flight attendant some origami.  Makes me think of David.  And Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are descending to Portland International, for some reason the pilot keeps rolling the plane like a new driver overcorrecting.  I am getting seasick.  I don't think I will look out the window anymore.  It keeps up.  I think I will just assume that there is a lot of turbulence rather than a new driver.  Whoa, that was bad.  Then comes the landing.  Pretty rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do this again in 9 days or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love to ya guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-6979236449142212868?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/6979236449142212868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=6979236449142212868&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/6979236449142212868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/6979236449142212868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/06/airlineairportairplane-ruminations.html' title='Airline/Airport/Airplane Ruminations'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-28508493118807841</id><published>2009-06-24T16:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:10:16.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning at my age</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;&lt;big&gt;I just started using &lt;b&gt;Mozilla Firefox&lt;/b&gt;.  Braden is giving me lessons.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  Here's a link to &lt;a href='http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=e419fb40e21cef00VgnVCM1000001f5e340aRCRD'&gt;lds.org &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href='http://www.facebook.com/home.php'&gt;facebook.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&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/12360033-28508493118807841?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/28508493118807841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=28508493118807841&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/28508493118807841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/28508493118807841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/06/learning-at-my-age.html' title='Learning at my age'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-5057280152225567896</id><published>2009-06-19T21:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T21:41:51.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie</title><content type='html'>I don't know why this picture is sideways--it isn't that way in "my pictures".  Katie has the cutest high watt smile.  Her face just lights up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/Sjw8a8r2TuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Jb-nTYEu4VY/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/Sjw8a8r2TuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Jb-nTYEu4VY/s320/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349216891073613538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bath this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/Sjw77_ZnYFI/AAAAAAAAAXg/I2KeLnFjiV8/s1600-h/Picture+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/Sjw77_ZnYFI/AAAAAAAAAXg/I2KeLnFjiV8/s320/Picture+045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349216359226499154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recognize the doll?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/Sjw77vTE3EI/AAAAAAAAAXY/m4FRW_LfUvk/s1600-h/Picture+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/Sjw77vTE3EI/AAAAAAAAAXY/m4FRW_LfUvk/s320/Picture+039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349216354904104002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During her crawling around she got entangled in this styrofoam puzzle.  It looked pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/Sjw77efhlCI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/UPdwcmzjYkY/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/Sjw77efhlCI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/UPdwcmzjYkY/s320/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349216350392914978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/Sjw77dImWmI/AAAAAAAAAXI/KMg0cCKodEI/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/Sjw77dImWmI/AAAAAAAAAXI/KMg0cCKodEI/s320/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349216350028323426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal has been to initiate Katie to solid foods while I am here.  By today, she was lunging for her oatmeal, and opens her mouth ready for it.  Success.  But messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/Sjw9zn--UGI/AAAAAAAAAXw/UTjCcK1DqhU/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/Sjw9zn--UGI/AAAAAAAAAXw/UTjCcK1DqhU/s320/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349218414525042786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to kind of look close in to see the mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course my other goals have been to assist in the move and spend time with the kiddos.  Success there, too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-5057280152225567896?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/5057280152225567896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=5057280152225567896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/5057280152225567896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/5057280152225567896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/06/katie.html' title='Katie'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/Sjw8a8r2TuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Jb-nTYEu4VY/s72-c/Picture+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-5555585481945012922</id><published>2009-06-19T20:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T20:34:21.779-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenna</title><content type='html'>Jenna has this funny expression of complete bemusement and surprise.  I was trying to get her to replicate it for me.  Note the crazy hair in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SjwsfSAGgLI/AAAAAAAAAW4/5v-zw9KeJWY/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SjwsfSAGgLI/AAAAAAAAAW4/5v-zw9KeJWY/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349199373329137842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, got the hands up anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SjwsfBY1cHI/AAAAAAAAAWw/X0Yaku7wpms/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SjwsfBY1cHI/AAAAAAAAAWw/X0Yaku7wpms/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349199368869474418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is almost it---but has a "Home Alone" aspect to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SjwsexNuVmI/AAAAAAAAAWo/QMJAc1UhWbE/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SjwsexNuVmI/AAAAAAAAAWo/QMJAc1UhWbE/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349199364527904354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenna trying some oatmeal after seeing me feed Katie some (pics to follow).  She only took a couple of bites.  Yea! for the haircut.  Now you can see how cute she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SjwselpC1jI/AAAAAAAAAWY/NKDjFCdPZG8/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SjwselpC1jI/AAAAAAAAAWY/NKDjFCdPZG8/s320/Picture+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349199361421268530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to clean Jenna's high chair, since the outer covering looked dirty.  I got the cover off to reveal an encrusted black padding.  I managed to remove that and wipe it down only to discover below THAT layer was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SjwsemIkArI/AAAAAAAAAWg/IVUesTVlNd4/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SjwsemIkArI/AAAAAAAAAWg/IVUesTVlNd4/s320/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349199361553466034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's where all the food went!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-5555585481945012922?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/5555585481945012922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=5555585481945012922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/5555585481945012922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/5555585481945012922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/06/jenna.html' title='Jenna'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SjwsfSAGgLI/AAAAAAAAAW4/5v-zw9KeJWY/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-8705204748677447767</id><published>2009-06-19T16:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T16:45:58.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The thing I love about these particular grandchildren</title><content type='html'>is that they act like sitting in Grandma's lap is the best thing that could ever happen to them.  While it is annoying to not be able to sneak a potty break (or some ice cream) without hearing, "What doing grandma?", I have to admit that having a fan club is kinda neat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-8705204748677447767?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/8705204748677447767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=8705204748677447767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/8705204748677447767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/8705204748677447767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/06/thing-i-love-about-these-particular.html' title='The thing I love about these particular grandchildren'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-7673770550763455709</id><published>2009-06-19T16:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T16:43:09.339-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie Beeyah</title><content type='html'>I love learning new languages.  I am presently being schooled in Toddler.  One of my favorite words is beeyah.  or beeiah.  It means spit-up.  Jenna coined this when Katie was born.  Whenever she saw spit-up she got very upset and yelled "Katie beeyah!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now all of us use it.  when we hear Katie beeyah, we come running with a burp cloth.  Or is it a beeyah cloth??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-7673770550763455709?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/7673770550763455709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=7673770550763455709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/7673770550763455709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/7673770550763455709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/06/katie-beeyah.html' title='Katie Beeyah'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-5111746630770627708</id><published>2009-05-31T23:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:29:42.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anal Southwest Airline Employees</title><content type='html'>Why will you not absolutely cannot let me board if I have a carryon, a computer, and a small purse, but will let me if I put the computer and purse in a giant, and I mean GIANT macy's bag??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-5111746630770627708?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/5111746630770627708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=5111746630770627708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/5111746630770627708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/5111746630770627708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/05/anal-southwest-airline-employees.html' title='Anal Southwest Airline Employees'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-2795054436857249683</id><published>2009-05-31T22:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:46:27.047-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Washington</title><content type='html'>So, hopefully this is the last time I have to fly into Seattle.  I am here to help Kerry and Braden move to, as Jenna calls it, "Caifohna Sacamento nussy".  That is the nursery that she keeps talking about.  Whenever anyone leaves, she has to cry the above so she doesn't get lost or left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenna remembered me pretty well, although it didn't hurt to bring her birthday present.  After a little shyness, she now is my shadow and cries if &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; leave.  Katie hasn't hit the stranger anxiety yet, so that is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am babysitting while Kerry and Braden go to dinner with his cousin.  They are so excited t  have a real DATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Jenna if she wanted some milk, cause Katie was having some milk, and it IS 7pm.  She kept mumbling something till I got it:  peabutt caca.  Or peanut butter and crackers for those who don't speak toddler.  I am getting better at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure when I will get back...thinking july 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you'uns&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-2795054436857249683?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/2795054436857249683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=2795054436857249683&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/2795054436857249683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/2795054436857249683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/05/washington.html' title='Washington'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-553150671098246342</id><published>2009-05-07T21:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:52:37.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Asperger's is a ninja.</title><content type='html'>I saw this somewhere and just was enthralled.  I wish I had no need to understand Asperger's.  I sure see a lot of traits in my children.  Maybe that's why Amy has it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FgjmpjpiwB4&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FgjmpjpiwB4&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-553150671098246342?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/553150671098246342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=553150671098246342&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/553150671098246342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/553150671098246342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/05/aspergers-is-ninja.html' title='Asperger&apos;s is a ninja.'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-350214877173458301</id><published>2009-04-24T15:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T15:35:49.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picnic Table</title><content type='html'>Our poor picnic table was made long, long ago when all the kids were still at home, I think.  I don't recall any waterproofer being applied, but dad thinks he did it once...though not till already damaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to cover the top with vinyl (flannel on the other side) material.  I remembered my 50% off Jo-Ann's coupon, so it cost about $15, as opposed to totally replacing the wood, which was dad's idea.  That would have been significantly more money and effort.  I got enough fabric to cover the benches also but we are waiting for dad to bring foam scraps home from work.  Might as well make it softer as well!  It took about 10 minutes to attach.  There have been a number of rainy days, too, and it still looks good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIUBxZkW1I/AAAAAAAAAWI/gyWzItnjCmY/s1600-h/2009+april+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIUBxZkW1I/AAAAAAAAAWI/gyWzItnjCmY/s320/2009+april+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328343329805720402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIUBoJp5bI/AAAAAAAAAWA/ca6LshJjzU4/s1600-h/2009+april+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIUBoJp5bI/AAAAAAAAAWA/ca6LshJjzU4/s320/2009+april+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328343327323055538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And might as well eat out as long as the weather was so nice and the table could be eaten at without giving you splinters.  Have you guys seen the gas grill we got last year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIUB-hFnFI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/vxftM5_GiYI/s1600-h/2009+april+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIUB-hFnFI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/vxftM5_GiYI/s320/2009+april+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328343333326920786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-350214877173458301?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/350214877173458301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=350214877173458301&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/350214877173458301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/350214877173458301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/04/picnic-table.html' title='Picnic Table'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIUBxZkW1I/AAAAAAAAAWI/gyWzItnjCmY/s72-c/2009+april+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-759401195830884673</id><published>2009-04-24T15:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T15:27:22.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying new things</title><content type='html'>I had to cut some lilac shoots when I covered the ground with weed block material.  So, I thought I'd see if I could save any.  Maybe they can go to my "living fence". :D   Online, it said just plant them in dirt.  Only maybe one had any roots, but a week later, all but one look still alive.  I take them in in the evening and out for sun and water in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also trying to start some veggies from seed.  There are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that are growing.  It's a miracle!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIRyUXDnzI/AAAAAAAAAV4/JQNCZWoY7e8/s1600-h/outside+2009+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIRyUXDnzI/AAAAAAAAAV4/JQNCZWoY7e8/s320/outside+2009+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328340865289264946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-759401195830884673?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/759401195830884673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=759401195830884673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/759401195830884673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/759401195830884673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/04/trying-new-things.html' title='Trying new things'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIRyUXDnzI/AAAAAAAAAV4/JQNCZWoY7e8/s72-c/outside+2009+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-1127930891879124694</id><published>2009-04-24T15:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T15:22:09.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blonde</title><content type='html'>Okay, Carolyn.  Look at the haircolor, not the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIRIxopUZI/AAAAAAAAAVg/XBvINAMntUI/s1600-h/outside+2009+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIRIxopUZI/AAAAAAAAAVg/XBvINAMntUI/s320/outside+2009+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328340151593161106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIRIpoCjxI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Q4Iqa5IVmq8/s1600-h/outside+2009+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIRIpoCjxI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Q4Iqa5IVmq8/s320/outside+2009+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328340149443137298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-1127930891879124694?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/1127930891879124694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=1127930891879124694&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/1127930891879124694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/1127930891879124694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/04/blonde.html' title='Blonde'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIRIxopUZI/AAAAAAAAAVg/XBvINAMntUI/s72-c/outside+2009+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-4472770503142755306</id><published>2009-04-24T14:28:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T15:09:15.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden, 2009</title><content type='html'>The first two pictures are of the "Living Fence" that I have been trying to grow for about 5 years.  Only the forsythia  on the west edge are doing well.  The rest are just barely hanging on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfILfSu_hfI/AAAAAAAAAVI/o4Lzo4wf7-M/s1600-h/2009+april+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfILfSu_hfI/AAAAAAAAAVI/o4Lzo4wf7-M/s320/2009+april+014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328333941365507570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfILfLFzODI/AAAAAAAAAVA/yXtWGOA_-Tg/s1600-h/2009+april+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfILfLFzODI/AAAAAAAAAVA/yXtWGOA_-Tg/s320/2009+april+013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328333939313686578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the front garden.  The bachelor buttons have spread all over.  The original came back (perennial), but also spread nearby.  I love these flowers, which, if you deadhead, or take off blooms when they are finished blooming, keep on coming on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfILJues0eI/AAAAAAAAAU4/3k-bIZvTEK8/s1600-h/2009+april+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfILJues0eI/AAAAAAAAAU4/3k-bIZvTEK8/s320/2009+april+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328333570856243682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfILJf6L9wI/AAAAAAAAAUw/5yYbgq8blXU/s1600-h/2009+april+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfILJf6L9wI/AAAAAAAAAUw/5yYbgq8blXU/s320/2009+april+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328333566944999170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIJ4K5F9NI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/90SKcmD1toM/s1600-h/2009+april+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIJ4K5F9NI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/90SKcmD1toM/s320/2009+april+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328332169733862610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfILJJM56qI/AAAAAAAAAUo/3RYy1irwTvw/s1600-h/2009+april+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfILJJM56qI/AAAAAAAAAUo/3RYy1irwTvw/s320/2009+april+011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328333560849492642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like something has been eating these tulips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfILIyI1amI/AAAAAAAAAUY/d-Tk8AH5UH8/s1600-h/2009+april+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfILIyI1amI/AAAAAAAAAUY/d-Tk8AH5UH8/s320/2009+april+009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328333554658404962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfILJNOPW7I/AAAAAAAAAUg/Km0c9fcxRYo/s1600-h/2009+april+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfILJNOPW7I/AAAAAAAAAUg/Km0c9fcxRYo/s320/2009+april+010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328333561928833970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilacs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIJ3-XcfJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/lqlH4ocBNqg/s1600-h/2009+april+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIJ3-XcfJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/lqlH4ocBNqg/s320/2009+april+006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328332166371507346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIJ3iHPddI/AAAAAAAAAT4/z8S7QKJBjQg/s1600-h/2009+april+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIJ3iHPddI/AAAAAAAAAT4/z8S7QKJBjQg/s320/2009+april+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328332158787352018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where the raised gardens will go.  They will be 8' by 4'.  We will put up two this year, one that is 12' high and one that will be 14' high (for carrots, etc.&lt;br /&gt;The first picture is of where I was waterproofing the boards.  Dan, that is the wagon I was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIJ36a1_UI/AAAAAAAAAUI/DIMA1rOoOzE/s1600-h/2009+april+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIJ36a1_UI/AAAAAAAAAUI/DIMA1rOoOzE/s320/2009+april+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328332165312019778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look closely, you can see where the porch will be added upon.  It has crushed limestone for its outline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIJ3plxYoI/AAAAAAAAATw/ofBVFUJACrE/s1600-h/2009+april+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfIJ3plxYoI/AAAAAAAAATw/ofBVFUJACrE/s320/2009+april+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328332160794452610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-4472770503142755306?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/4472770503142755306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=4472770503142755306&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/4472770503142755306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/4472770503142755306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/04/garden-2009.html' title='Garden, 2009'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfILfSu_hfI/AAAAAAAAAVI/o4Lzo4wf7-M/s72-c/2009+april+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-8166254627980494290</id><published>2009-04-24T14:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:26:53.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OOPS!</title><content type='html'>I have recently noticed a large spike in the number of gray hairs.  I accept that I am getting older, but thought I'd mess with it a little.  I meant, A LITTLE!!&lt;br /&gt;If you could see me in good lighting, it would be much more dramatic.  I'm, um, blonde.  a lot.  oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfID4-B6d9I/AAAAAAAAATo/Twjn9eoujU4/s1600-h/2009+april+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfID4-B6d9I/AAAAAAAAATo/Twjn9eoujU4/s320/2009+april+016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328325586391300050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfID4iLdsQI/AAAAAAAAATg/DuzNSb_b_OM/s1600-h/2009+april+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfID4iLdsQI/AAAAAAAAATg/DuzNSb_b_OM/s320/2009+april+017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328325578915164418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I have raccoon eyes, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-8166254627980494290?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/8166254627980494290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=8166254627980494290&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/8166254627980494290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/8166254627980494290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/04/oops.html' title='OOPS!'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SfID4-B6d9I/AAAAAAAAATo/Twjn9eoujU4/s72-c/2009+april+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-2525830241202842111</id><published>2009-04-16T20:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:11:34.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>twitter</title><content type='html'>yeah, that's pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PN2HAroA12w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PN2HAroA12w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-2525830241202842111?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/2525830241202842111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=2525830241202842111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/2525830241202842111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/2525830241202842111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/04/twitter.html' title='twitter'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-1263284870026511337</id><published>2009-04-16T16:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:16:31.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You make me proud</title><content type='html'>Let's hear it for Susan Boyle.  Let no one underestimate&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY&amp;feature=related"&gt; a middle-aged woman again&lt;/a&gt;.  Look inside the book, don't judge by the cover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-1263284870026511337?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/1263284870026511337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=1263284870026511337&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/1263284870026511337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/1263284870026511337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-make-me-proud.html' title='You make me proud'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-282422707066253920</id><published>2009-04-16T15:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:38:31.829-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UFO</title><content type='html'>A UFO has been spotted in the Cleveland sky.  Some say it is the sun.  So THAT'S what it looks like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-282422707066253920?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/282422707066253920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=282422707066253920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/282422707066253920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/282422707066253920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/04/ufo.html' title='UFO'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-4759792803420536448</id><published>2009-04-16T15:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:37:27.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Greetings</title><content type='html'>I know you are all dying to know about my 29th birthday last monday.  First, how can I have a 33 year old son and a 31 year old daughter??  Must be the space/time continuum.  Must talk to star trek about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lovely dinner of beef stroganoff on Tuesday.  We couldn't do it on Monday because it was too late by the time I finished swimming and rescuing David, who locked himself out of the car at the Cheesecake factory.  HMMMM.  Of COURSE I'll pick you up.  I had asked for a 7 inch chocolate mousse cheesecake, so that is what he got me.  I love when husbands actually take the hint and run with it.  Then I talked to Carolyn as I was driving there, and it was the GODIVA cheesecake that was so scrumptious.  So I called him and asked if he could exchange it.  They wouldn't take it back, which I thought but was worth the try.  Boy, was it worth the try...they gave him a free slice of Godiva!!  So, I got both.  Yummmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SeeHiqkL-YI/AAAAAAAAATA/kFnDDc0lXlk/s1600-h/Cheesecake_GodivaChocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SeeHiqkL-YI/AAAAAAAAATA/kFnDDc0lXlk/s320/Cheesecake_GodivaChocolate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325374114000271746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for a raised garden for my birthday, so Saturday we shopped.  At the greenhouse advertising it they were $130.  So we got the stuff individually at LOWE'S and for that price I am getting 3 of them, 2 that are 8 inches high and one that is 4 inches high.  Today, I planted seeds in peat containers.  I have never grown from seed before--I always got stuff from the nursery (or walmart) already sprouted.  We will see.  If they don't germinate, the nursery option is still open.  I planted seeds of green beens, peas, carrots, radish, spinach, corn, kale, zuchini, and yellow squash.  They also say that you can train your squash to grow up a trellis or a tomato thingie (how specific).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SeeH7ELKWZI/AAAAAAAAATQ/55_xrqpHcMo/s1600-h/raised_bed_gardening_from_deans_greenhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SeeH7ELKWZI/AAAAAAAAATQ/55_xrqpHcMo/s320/raised_bed_gardening_from_deans_greenhouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325374533191489938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that you can grow things closer together in a raised bed.  Probably because you only put GOOD soil in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-4759792803420536448?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/4759792803420536448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=4759792803420536448&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/4759792803420536448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/4759792803420536448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthday-greetings.html' title='Birthday Greetings'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SeeHiqkL-YI/AAAAAAAAATA/kFnDDc0lXlk/s72-c/Cheesecake_GodivaChocolate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-4455295445837933633</id><published>2009-04-07T16:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:35:24.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Headaches</title><content type='html'>I hate them.  People who don't get headaches don't realize how debilitating they are.  My migraines had spaced out to about 1 per month.  Now, today, I am having the third migraine in less than a week.  Gotta stop, I tell you!!  How can I celebrate Dan's birthday with a headache???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized today that I did not take thyroid medicine Sat, sun and yesterday.  I also stopped my guai yesterday, as I realized that the mouthwash the dentist gave me for my sore gum has mint in it--I can taste it, not that it is on the label. Mint keeps the guai from working, so why waste the guai if it isn't gonna work.  Maybe these 2 factors are complicit in the migraines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-4455295445837933633?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/4455295445837933633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=4455295445837933633&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/4455295445837933633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/4455295445837933633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/04/headaches.html' title='Headaches'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-781295187411410863</id><published>2009-04-07T12:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T12:53:52.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying alive with the capitol steps</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J9HQnbKCs6M&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J9HQnbKCs6M&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-781295187411410863?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/781295187411410863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=781295187411410863&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/781295187411410863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/781295187411410863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/04/staying-alive-with-capitol-steps.html' title='Staying alive with the capitol steps'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-6507520725590100944</id><published>2009-03-31T11:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:18:06.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Detroit to see Kevo</title><content type='html'>Kevin getting ready to go on his birthday kilt walk with dad. &lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SdI5QOlfJAI/AAAAAAAAASs/5BUAS9n9m5A/s1600-h/DSCN0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319377060833993730 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SdI5QOlfJAI/AAAAAAAAASs/5BUAS9n9m5A/s320/DSCN0042.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; The world famous leg kick. &lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SdI5QdbEvyI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Zw5vBPrJ3EY/s1600-h/DSCN0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319377064816852770 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SdI5QdbEvyI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Zw5vBPrJ3EY/s320/DSCN0045.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Groesbeck highway. Now Kev will always remember us. Oh, sorry about the rain spot on the lens...it started to rain. &lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SdI5P8QzLEI/AAAAAAAAASk/Q28RXQfzi-c/s1600-h/DSCN0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319377055915387970 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SdI5P8QzLEI/AAAAAAAAASk/Q28RXQfzi-c/s320/DSCN0047.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Side vies of Debra's house. There is an add on porch where we spent most of our time. &lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SdI5Pm_cVjI/AAAAAAAAASc/mZKDGUAM1Zc/s1600-h/DSCN0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319377050205443634 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SdI5Pm_cVjI/AAAAAAAAASc/mZKDGUAM1Zc/s320/DSCN0049.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SdI5PMuiPeI/AAAAAAAAASU/YXOLAoOCu5Y/s1600-h/DSCN0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319377043155205602 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SdI5PMuiPeI/AAAAAAAAASU/YXOLAoOCu5Y/s320/DSCN0048.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-6507520725590100944?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/6507520725590100944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=6507520725590100944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/6507520725590100944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/6507520725590100944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/03/trip-to-detroit-to-see-kevo.html' title='Trip to Detroit to see Kevo'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SdI5QOlfJAI/AAAAAAAAASs/5BUAS9n9m5A/s72-c/DSCN0042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-5185563229764109745</id><published>2009-03-31T11:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T11:35:49.935-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dan's new car</title><content type='html'>Oh, and Carolyn's also.  The Miller Farmhouse Vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was visiting, they said that when the van finally dies, they would have to get a 15 seater van.  Cause if they had just ONE more baby, they wouldn't fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have seen 15 passenger vans---at the children's home.  I thought that D&amp;C deserved better.  And then I saw it.  Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SdI0D9ukVGI/AAAAAAAAASM/81a4a-y0C_8/s1600-h/DSCN0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SdI0D9ukVGI/AAAAAAAAASM/81a4a-y0C_8/s320/DSCN0063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319371352592110690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-5185563229764109745?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/5185563229764109745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=5185563229764109745&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/5185563229764109745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/5185563229764109745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/03/dans-new-car.html' title='Dan&apos;s new car'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SdI0D9ukVGI/AAAAAAAAASM/81a4a-y0C_8/s72-c/DSCN0063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-4909439495768413503</id><published>2009-03-14T09:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T09:11:39.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Pi Day!!!</title><content type='html'>Hope I'm the first.  With Ryan 3 hours behind me, I may just pull this off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are headed up to Roseville (detroit) Michigan to see Kevin and take him out to dinner for his birthday.  I mean, 21 is special, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Kerry, I was looking up Baker's Square in honor of said holiday, but I guess they don't exist in MI.  Their loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lights came on at 6:10 this am.  I usually use the time to pray.  Then dad woke up at 6:30.  How often do I wake up before him???  And I even stayed up.  Did you know that Walmart is virtually empty at 8 in the morning??  Neither did I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all my peeps!!!  Jenna, get well soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-4909439495768413503?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/4909439495768413503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=4909439495768413503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/4909439495768413503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/4909439495768413503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-pi-day.html' title='Happy Pi Day!!!'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-3310796831114147928</id><published>2009-02-28T11:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T11:37:32.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>long overdue</title><content type='html'>I just love reading all your blogposts!!  Sometimes I even bop out of reader to the actual page to leave a comment.  But I keep forgetting that I should be posting also.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have swum/swam 5 miles in each of the last 3 weeks!!  Wow, I impress myself.  This week was particularly hard, as I went to the temple wednesday which is one of my swimming days.  I was determined I was going to do the 5 miles anyway.  Monday, I swam 3 miles.  It made me get my 5, but I don't think I should ever do that again.  I swam 2 miles yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I should cut my swimming to 3 miles per week so that I am not so trashed on the day after.  I also have other temple trips scheduled.  I want to try to do some other form of exercise on the alternate days (richard with the 75 year old silver foxes that I can not keep up with) either a dvd or yoga or something.  Now, I am so wasted on T/TH that resting is about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being able to skype with my peeps.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of peeps, I have seen easter peeps in the stores already.  Didn't we just do mardi gras, or fat tuesday, and ash wednesday???  They must store well.  And it made me think of Ryan and the peeps for academic tounaments.  Did you burn them, Ryan??  or what did you do with them for luck??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my old friend Vicky Shackelton at the temple on wednesday.  That was nice.  She told me she keeps up with me on my blog.  Hi, Vicky!  I had no idea she was reading.  But when I came home I wondered, yeah, but how do "I" keep up with "you"??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally installed this software and a little bit of hardware on my computer that lets me make DVDs out of my VHS tapes.  I did Princess Bride and Richard Simmons "Sweating to the Oldies".  Dad and I watched Princess Bride for our date.  The picture was so good.  But about 1/2 way into it, suddenly the voices didn't match the lips, which was annoying.  By the end the lips were a whole sentence behind, not to mention the sound effects.  Door slams in sound.....wait....wait....the door closes onscreen.  Makes me wonder about Richard (Sichard).  Do I move to the screen or to the sound???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played a little sims2 the last couple of weeks.  Of course, the new comp has vista which doesn't like it.  I have to start it from the disc in My Computer.  I made all my kids with families.  I had to make Kennedy and Jenna kids in order to let Ezra and Katie be toddlers.  I made my own standard family from the original Sims, Prince and Claire Charming.  This is who I play so that none of the others grow up.  I can't play too often, I think I played 3 or 4 times max.  Otherwise, I get lost in the game and my butt and back hurt and nothing got done at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is almost time for my lights to end so I will close.  Just remember I love you even when I don't post.  But you guys all HAVE to post :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-3310796831114147928?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/3310796831114147928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=3310796831114147928&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/3310796831114147928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/3310796831114147928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/02/long-overdo.html' title='long overdue'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-3280998203410503896</id><published>2009-02-14T12:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T12:32:00.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>as long as I have meme'd once</title><content type='html'>Here is my 25 things.  Nobody is tagged.  I don't do that as well as I don't give names for tupperware hostesses or life insurance sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  My first career choice was acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  When I went to college, I changed majors 4 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  One change was before I even got to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I want to learn lotsa lotsa languages, including arabic, hebrew, mandarin, french, spanish (better), german.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I didn't know that my serial depression was PMS related until after I was divorced.  So, maybe 28-29??  It explained so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I would like to have had more children.  Only I want them as adults.  now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I want to live near all my children and grandchildren.  Okay, so you already knew that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  I hate the texture of mushrooms.  It's not the taste, it's the texture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I love my vita-mix.  I'd buy one for all my children if I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  My brother Dave and I used to sing show tunes in the dining room while listening to records.  I think we were best at Peter Pan and Mary Poppins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Dave was going to come with me when I was going to run away from home when I was about 5.  He was 2.  He had a soggy diaper that hung down to his knees.  My mom said, "see ya".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  I would have made a darn good excellent midwife.  I still have sorrow about not getting to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  One of my first purchases after my divorce was my king size waterbed.  We still use the frame, only now it has a real mattress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  Peanut butter and chocolate:  a heavenly duo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  I loved driving my van, both the VW and the caravan.  I'd like to buy a Sienna or Odyssey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  Truly, I am a blonde.  Why my hair won't cooperate is beyond me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  I swam 5 miles this week.  1 mile on Wednesday, and 2 on both friday and monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.  Fettucine Alfredo is nectar to the gods.  Esp with chicken and/or shrimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.  I want to move to somewhere sunnier.  But I also would hate leaving friendships of over 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.  I really love my grandkids.  I miss them.  I hate not being a bigger part of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.  I am married forever. I love my husband.  He is just right for me.  Hope he feels the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.  I am so happy to look at Dan now and know he GETS it about LDS.  I wasn't so sure growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.  I have a secret (well not very well kept) adopted son in Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.  I quit drama club in my senior year in high school because the advisors insisted on producing "Our Town".  I maintained that this was an English teachers' pick and that it was one of the most boring shows known to man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.  I am great at Texttwist.  Textwist II is harder and I don't like it as much.  No hints about the big word by the words you already guessed on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.  I was the Monopoly champion of our neighborhood.  No one wanted to play with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.  I have a baby pillow since I was pregnant with Dan.  They have had various incarnations, but I alwasy sleep with one still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.  To make up for #7.  I went to Perus as an exchange student in high school for 9 weeks.  We went with another larger group of exchange students to Cuzco/ Machu Picchu.  We all got altitude sickness, and convinced our chaperone to stay an extra day to make up for the sick day.  While eating at an outdoor place, we saw the plane carrying the entire other group of exchange students crash into the mountains.  No survivors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-3280998203410503896?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/3280998203410503896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=3280998203410503896&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/3280998203410503896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/3280998203410503896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-long-as-i-have-memed-once.html' title='as long as I have meme&apos;d once'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-7404425557241141719</id><published>2009-02-14T12:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T12:04:43.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Economy</title><content type='html'>two good reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://online.wsj.com/article/SB123447506782479249.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dEDIyztZGBA&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dEDIyztZGBA&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the news at 6 adn 6:30, I recognize all the commercials.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-7404425557241141719?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/7404425557241141719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=7404425557241141719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/7404425557241141719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/7404425557241141719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/02/economy.html' title='Economy'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-8189683297159576159</id><published>2009-02-14T11:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T12:02:14.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am actually doing a meme</title><content type='html'>How long have you been together?&lt;br /&gt;almost 27 years, married for almost 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long did you know each other before you started dating?&lt;br /&gt;I met him at tithing settlement (he was the clerk).  We started "dating" in March or April&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who asked who out? &lt;br /&gt;He asked me.  To see his kites he made at his home.  And his parents were GONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old are each of you?&lt;br /&gt;I am old.  He is a babe at 55.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose siblings do/ did you see the most?&lt;br /&gt;Now it seems like my fam.  We do the whole condo thing with his fam every 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any children together?&lt;br /&gt;2 together and 2 together in the temple and by love.  makes 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about pets?&lt;br /&gt;Die, Die, Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple?&lt;br /&gt;when we are both depressed at the same time.  or when a decision is needed and he needs to make it but I can't stand to wait and i bite my tongue waiting for him to make it but he doesnt........etc. etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you go to the same school?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you from the same home town?&lt;br /&gt;Kind of.  I grew up in Parma and he spent most of his years in RR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the smartest?&lt;br /&gt;I think I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the most sensitive?&lt;br /&gt;tie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you eat out most as a couple?&lt;br /&gt;Macaroni grill, Olive Garden, Danny Boy's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?&lt;br /&gt;Here to Oregon and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has the craziest ex’s?&lt;br /&gt;there is only one ex.  mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has the worst temper?&lt;br /&gt;Me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who hogs the bed?&lt;br /&gt;Me.  On the king size bed, he huddles near the edge in mummy pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is more stubborn?&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is more jealous?&lt;br /&gt;Neither one of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who does the cooking?&lt;br /&gt;both of us.  When I don't, he does.  And he does pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is more social?&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the neat Freak? &lt;br /&gt;he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wakes up earlier?&lt;br /&gt;What a dumb question.  I will give you a hint.  It is not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was your first date?&lt;br /&gt;seeing the kites.  or a dinner for the RS birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has the bigger family?&lt;br /&gt;same.  we are both of 5 children families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get flowers often?&lt;br /&gt;not since the wholesale flower company in the adjoining building left.  He and all his pals would dumpster dive for the flowers the company couldn't sell.  They were still nice, and I appreciated the thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you spend the holidays?&lt;br /&gt;With family.  Always low-key.  Just hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long did it take to get serious?&lt;br /&gt;Depends who you ask.  I was committed by summer.  He was getting hot/cold feet for a loooooonnnnng time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who does the laundry?&lt;br /&gt;me.  unless i can't or he is home while i am gallivanting.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Who drives when you are together?&lt;br /&gt;Usually him.  Always him if it is dark outside, cause I don't see well in the dark.  And he eats lots of oranges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your family still growing?&lt;br /&gt;Only with grandchildren&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-8189683297159576159?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/8189683297159576159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=8189683297159576159&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/8189683297159576159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/8189683297159576159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-actually-doing-meme.html' title='I am actually doing a meme'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-8904277812446095496</id><published>2009-02-10T11:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:36:41.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku</title><content type='html'>I am "sundowning"&lt;br /&gt;like an alzheimer's patient.&lt;br /&gt;Without alzheimer's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun goes down,&lt;br /&gt;So do I.  Into the pit&lt;br /&gt;of despair.  I need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could sleep when&lt;br /&gt;I go to bed, things would be&lt;br /&gt;extremely better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting people know&lt;br /&gt;that I am having trouble&lt;br /&gt;has helped some.  Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep &lt;br /&gt;Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep &lt;br /&gt;Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-8904277812446095496?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/8904277812446095496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=8904277812446095496&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/8904277812446095496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/8904277812446095496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/02/haiku.html' title='Haiku'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-3249763943053446806</id><published>2009-02-09T00:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T00:04:01.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression</title><content type='html'>I daydream about knives and hammers with long nails, concrete abutments, bridges over deep valleys.  I understand cutting.  I want to die.  how about now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-3249763943053446806?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/3249763943053446806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=3249763943053446806&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/3249763943053446806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/3249763943053446806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/02/depression.html' title='Depression'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-7364339907861919065</id><published>2009-02-03T04:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T04:48:25.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimsuit Issue and other pornography</title><content type='html'>Here is a great joke to tell to the men who buy magazines whose covers sport all-but-naked women in a variety of salacious poses. Ready?  This came from &lt;a href="http://prairiehomecompanion.com"&gt;Prairie Home Companion&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that Playboy now has a magazine exclusively for married men?&lt;br /&gt;"Really?" Yes! Every single month, it has the exact same centerfold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-7364339907861919065?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/7364339907861919065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=7364339907861919065&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/7364339907861919065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/7364339907861919065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/02/swimsuit-issue-and-other-pornography.html' title='Swimsuit Issue and other pornography'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-8592321949164888279</id><published>2009-02-02T21:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:29:29.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stethoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.savevid.com/video/stethoscope.html"&gt;http://www.savevid.com/video/stethoscope.html&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-8592321949164888279?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/8592321949164888279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=8592321949164888279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/8592321949164888279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/8592321949164888279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/02/stethoscope.html' title='stethoscope'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-8007376506027889422</id><published>2009-01-28T11:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:14:18.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Workin' out</title><content type='html'>So, one of the things I really like about my gym is that it is so non-judgemental.  I am breaking my own cardinal rule here, but, really.  Who ever thought there would be plumber swimsuits??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cartoon deleted because of copyright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy, older is working out in the pool.  Good for him.  But his swimsuit is from a million years ago  when he only weighed 280.  It used to be blue, I think, from the edges.  It is now translucent grey/white.  NO, I can't see anything through it, you dirty old people...I am not looking there.  But it doesn't pull up over his belly in front, and, in the back---plumber!!  ewwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day when I was swimming, I saw him with a new swimsuit.  And I rejoiced for him.  Glad he found the money.  But wait--they are STILL plumber pants.  What is wrong with this guy??  I shook my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe 20 minutes later, I see the original guy.  No, he didn't buy a new suit.  That was ANOTHER guy.  2 plumbers in one gym.  There oughta be a law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cartoon deleted because of copyright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-8007376506027889422?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/8007376506027889422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=8007376506027889422&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/8007376506027889422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/8007376506027889422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/01/workin-out.html' title='Workin&apos; out'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-4928876275415879092</id><published>2009-01-28T10:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:51:47.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More star wars</title><content type='html'>and yes, it is clean to watch in front of children...but you won't be able to hear it.  It is hard understanding in silence.  but worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PGYAPr6UKhs&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PGYAPr6UKhs&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-4928876275415879092?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/4928876275415879092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=4928876275415879092&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/4928876275415879092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/4928876275415879092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-star-wars.html' title='More star wars'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-4343467631859344805</id><published>2009-01-24T13:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T13:49:11.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Star wars trilogy" by someone who hasn't seen the movies</title><content type='html'>Well, now we know everything George Lucas knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2809991&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2809991&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Star Wars: Retold (by someone who hasn't seen it)&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user759504"&gt;Joe Nicolosi&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-4343467631859344805?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/4343467631859344805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=4343467631859344805&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/4343467631859344805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/4343467631859344805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/01/star-wars-trilogy-by-someone-who-hasnt.html' title='&quot;Star wars trilogy&quot; by someone who hasn&apos;t seen the movies'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-5335055711197954318</id><published>2009-01-22T13:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:50:54.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The "MOM song"</title><content type='html'>I just noticed that my copy of the mom song below has been removed and is no longer available.  Glad I wrote down the words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-5335055711197954318?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/5335055711197954318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=5335055711197954318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/5335055711197954318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/5335055711197954318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/01/mom-song.html' title='The &quot;MOM song&quot;'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-1120149980786206894</id><published>2009-01-22T13:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:45:17.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more exercise</title><content type='html'>I posted this on my guai forum.  Thought I'd post it here for a record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have felt for a couple of weeks that I should share my exercise experience in case they may help someone else.  I started using Lifeworks, my gym, in January 2005.  This gym has all the machines, bikes, cardio, etc.  But I went because it had a regular pool (83 degrees), a warm pool (93 degrees), and a hot tub.  I pretty much wasn't able to move at that time.  My husband and I decided that although $50 a month was a lot of money for us, that I needed to do SOMETHING to help my fibro besides taking a zillion meds, which left me well enough as long as I stayed in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My initial goal was to go twice a week to hang out in the warm pool and the hot tub.  I didn't have to do anything in the water except move my arms or legs if I felt that I could.  Some days, all I did was hang on a noodle for 45 minutes.  But, I HAD to go, that was the rule.  I'd be so exhausted after hanging, that I had to sit down to shower.  And take a break between washing my hair and rinsing.  I would drive home and be in pain for a day and a half.  That's STUPID.  I didn't do anything to deserve such pain.  But I had to admit, the warm and hot water felt delicious, even on days that I couldn't move.  I worked up to an hour three times a week.  I would see all the old ladies doing their water exercise class and knew that I couldn't do it.  That's okay, I said, you just have to show up.  One time, it was feeling so good that I hung on the noodle for an extra 45 minutes to an hour.  I mean, I wasn't DOING anything.  Mistake.  Even just hanging in the water, you are making minute adjustments to the action of the waves when other people move.  I hurt a lot after that time, but it taught me that just hanging there WAS a workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a few months, I could walk in the warm pool for a short time.  It was probably10-15 feet across.  Some days I did a few lengths, somedays, I would just hang.  I remember some times that I was so exhausted at the end that the keypad to get into my locker to get my shower stuff would be a trial.  Because my fingers would "stutter" in fatigue.  It still took me a day and a half to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably in that first year, the warm pool was crowded doing "laps".  So, I would go to the regular pool, regulation length, and walk a lap or more.  Then, my reward was to go to the warm pool to hang out.  And the hot tub.  As I got better at doing the walking laps, I spent more time in the regular pool and less in the warm pool.  I was up to an hour now, and it only took me a day to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the summer of 2007, I got the bright idea that the swimming wasn't really helping.  We also could use the $50 at home.  So, I stopped.  What a giant colossal mistake.  My shoulders and neck tightened up.  My hips and back raged.  I needed a backrub/massage from my hubby nearly every night.  But, at least I learned.  I rejoined in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started doing some swimming.  My goal was 4 laps, using 4 different strokes.  That way, I figured, I would be using lots of different muscles.  Wow, that was harder than I thought.  I had to stop every length to get my breathing and heartrate back.  It felt awful.  But I did it.  Then straight to the warm pool and hot tub.  No energy for anything else.  Sit down showers.  Eventually, I could walk the big pool after the 4 swimming laps.  When I walked a fair amount, I knew that I could add some more swimming and less walking.  Good days and bad, still.  And all I HAD to do was come and hang in the warm pool.  No excuses to not show up.  I did the breaststroke, the elementary backstroke, the sidestroke, and the back crawl,  I could not and still cannot do the front crawl.  Every time I do, I get tendonitis (tennis elbow) in my right arm.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started Guai in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I swim 36 laps per session, 3 times a week.  That's 1 MILE, folks.  I feel so proud of myself when I do it.  Every four laps, I move the kickboard to keep count.  Yet, sometimes, I still have to talk myself up.  "You just have to do twelve laps if you are really feeling bad." "If I did 12, I could do 18--that's half a mile!"  If I did 20, I could do 24--that's 2/3 of a mile.  If I got to 24, go to 28.  From 28, it's 2 laps till the thirties.  From 32, why in the world wouldn't I do the whole 36?  It only works because I know I can do 36.  If I had to quit at 12, that's ok, cause I did 12.  I don't want to sound like I am encouraging people to go beyond what their body says to do.  It only works for me because I know I can do it.  It usually only needs a good night's sleep to recover.  I can do easy things right after until bedtime.  Sometimes, I just lay in bed and read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On mondays, I shop for groceries afterward.  I am thinking of starting machines on Tuesday/Thursday.  Or a DVD at home.  I can do some more now, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I could only do one thing per day with the rest of the day to recover.  And that would be a small store, not a walmart or a costco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start moving, folks, even if all you can do is hang in the pool.  You will be amazed to see where it will get you.  I don't believe that guai alone will get you where you want to be.  You have to move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-1120149980786206894?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/1120149980786206894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=1120149980786206894&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/1120149980786206894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/1120149980786206894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-exercise.html' title='more exercise'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-3617999427299349122</id><published>2009-01-13T12:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T15:42:33.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>exercise</title><content type='html'>I am currently (well, not at this actual precise minute) swimming 1 mile three times a week.  Yea, me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been snowing a lot.  We got 12" (although dad says it was 10)on saturday, followed by an inch or two sunday, sunday night, monday night...and it's snowing heavily now.  Kevin realizes that Debra's house is on a corner again...lots of sidewalk to shovel.  They also salt them because I guess Detroiters like lots of lawsuits.  I think maybe I will wait to go to Costco to get my drugs, although it is supposed to snow thursday as well.  And tomorrow I swim. Usually don't do much after a swim, except mondays when I go to Marc's (hi, kerry!) to get groceries.  Costco and BJ's are farther away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I have a boring life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is redoing Kev's old room for an office.  He has patched holes and nail holes, primed it all, and painted the trim.  Next will come the actual painting, a light beigeish, I think.  Then he plans to rip up the carpet for the hardwood floors underneath.  If he was only this excited about all house projects!!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-3617999427299349122?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/3617999427299349122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=3617999427299349122&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/3617999427299349122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/3617999427299349122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/01/exercise.html' title='exercise'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-4049461444249368597</id><published>2009-01-12T10:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:55:44.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Parenting</title><content type='html'>I just read on somebody's blog the following sentence:  "The proof of good parenting is in the lives of our children..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What??!!  If my child screws up because of stupid choices he is making with his darn-it-all free agency, then I am a bad parent??  The trouble is that This lie from Satan is commonly and frequently visiting my psyche enough anyway.  I can get quite upset enough about it without someone validating it by writing it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I can look at some of my children and think, "see, I was a good parent".  But it is the one that got away that torments me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be fair, the blog, &lt;a href="http://suburbancorrespondent.blogspot.com/2009/01/guide-for-perplexed.html"&gt;The more the messier&lt;/a&gt;, uses this comment on her blog to say it isn't true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I mean, if only, right? If only we could rest assured that by doing everything "right" (whatever that means) when raising our children, we would be rewarded with responsible, loving, hard-working teens and adults. But, um, no. Doesn't work that way. I've seen kids raised on TV and junk food and general neglect turn into the most wonderful people, and I've witnessed children nurtured and read to and lovingly disciplined develop into the most nightmarish teens you would wish to see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but it still hits me between the eyes every single d***** time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-4049461444249368597?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/4049461444249368597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=4049461444249368597&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/4049461444249368597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/4049461444249368597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/01/parenting.html' title='Parenting'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-6315607472730947120</id><published>2009-01-08T11:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:48:49.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Financial advice</title><content type='html'>I saw this on "Amy's humble musings", which, if I cared enough I would link to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/1389/saturday-night-live-dont-buy-stuff?ref=patrick.net"&gt;http://www.hulu.com/watch/1389/saturday-night-live-dont-buy-stuff?ref=patrick.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound an awful lot like Dan's diet advice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-6315607472730947120?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/6315607472730947120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=6315607472730947120&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/6315607472730947120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/6315607472730947120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/01/financial-advice.html' title='Financial advice'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-5910084200326732402</id><published>2009-01-01T14:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:26:21.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!</title><content type='html'>Larry Boulden sent this to Dad and I just think it needs a broader audience.  Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TWiXy55OHyY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TWiXy55OHyY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-5910084200326732402?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/5910084200326732402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=5910084200326732402&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/5910084200326732402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/5910084200326732402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-7903450236590209199</id><published>2008-12-31T11:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:26:38.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't been blogging lately, and I am sorry.  I love reading all your blogs so much, it seems hypocritical to not maintain mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first winter in many years (maybe 5) that I have needed my lights for SAD (seasonal affective disorder).  I have not been happy, and I have not been sleeping.  I know that Carolyn and Kerry have been not sleeping more.  But I am OLD OLD OLD.  Either I can't get to sleep...sometimes all night till 6 am, or else I wake up every freaking hour.  I am tired and my body can't take it.  Sometimes I resort to ambien after a few days of this because I simply MUST have some sleep.  It usually helps for that night, but I find that sometimes it means that the next day without it is worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my lights yesterday and hope to see some improvement.  It has gotten to where I am afraid to go to bed because I am afraid of not sleeping.  Doesn't help, I know, but who said I was rational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an appointment with a sleep specialist January 6th for the snoring stuff.  Probably I will have another sleep study.  I am almost wishing for sleep apnea because then there is a treatment.  David won't even sleep with me because of the snoring.  perhaps TMI, but it makes me sad (SAD) even more.  I know he needs his sleep too, so I try to accept.  Actually, it's fun to have a whole king bed to myself, but I miss him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-7903450236590209199?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/7903450236590209199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=7903450236590209199&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/7903450236590209199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/7903450236590209199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/12/sorry.html' title='sorry'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-7844862908318559821</id><published>2008-12-20T12:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:39:00.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know</title><content type='html'>that I've posted this before, but I wanted to save it because it has the lyrics with it.  Feel free to ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1509073&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1509073&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/1509073"&gt;The Mom Song&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/northland"&gt;Northland Video&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is watch out at the next talent show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-7844862908318559821?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/7844862908318559821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=7844862908318559821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/7844862908318559821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/7844862908318559821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-know.html' title='I know'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-7419688207705264653</id><published>2008-12-15T06:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T06:06:05.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6 am, and the living ain't easy</title><content type='html'>Since I took codeine syrup for my persistent cough last night, I slept well until 3 am.  Here I am 3 hours later, messing with the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have deleted all my photo editing software, cause I am trying to do stuff for the big 86 today which probably won't get done because of the aforementioned and because our video card died on Thursday and we didn't get the computer fixed until late last night.  Involving 3 trips to Best Buy.  I don't even want to talk about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-7419688207705264653?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/7419688207705264653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=7419688207705264653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/7419688207705264653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/7419688207705264653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/12/6-am-and-living-aint-easy.html' title='6 am, and the living ain&apos;t easy'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-3442491088663669869</id><published>2008-12-15T05:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T06:03:21.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>We had a really nice Christmas party this year, with a theme of "international" Christmases.  The food was NOT ham and scalloped potatoes.  YEA!!!  We had little phylo(sp) triangle with spinach in them from greece, potatoes baked from Idaho, some kind of curry dish, empan~adas, red cabbage with apples, strudel-type thingie, stollen, and a bunch more that I cannot remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing though was the same as always:  Kids running loose through the gym, hallways, stage, etc.  I had no kids to herd down, but I saw others who struggled and others who let them run, chase, scream.  I hate that.  But it is always there.  Don't know how to change it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-3442491088663669869?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/3442491088663669869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=3442491088663669869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/3442491088663669869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/3442491088663669869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-party.html' title='Christmas Party'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-2537781883681884861</id><published>2008-11-21T18:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T18:03:58.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby names</title><content type='html'>Now that our babies have their names, I want to introduce &lt;a href="http://www.ldslivingonline.com/article.php?articleId=84914"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; in case you guys have any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rates up there with "Tabernacle" and "Gonorrhea"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-2537781883681884861?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/2537781883681884861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=2537781883681884861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/2537781883681884861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/2537781883681884861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/11/baby-names.html' title='Baby names'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-7953834087976578904</id><published>2008-11-21T17:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T17:53:18.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>who i am</title><content type='html'>I hear that "Mouse potato" has been added to the dictionary.  I think some of my kids are similarly inclined.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-7953834087976578904?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/7953834087976578904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=7953834087976578904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/7953834087976578904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/7953834087976578904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-i-am.html' title='who i am'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-1184757493863975866</id><published>2008-11-21T11:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T12:14:32.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma 5: 14, 19</title><content type='html'>This is from &lt;a href="http://cumberlandbooks.com/blog/?p=1715"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;blockquote&gt;I woke up at 5:30 this morning with this thought. What does the kingdom look like? It looks just like Jesus. It doesn’t look like you, or me, or anyone else. But the more you and I begin to look like Jesus, the more we begin to look like the kingdom. Our priorities become kingdom priorities. Secondary matters don’t matter so much to us any more. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly right.  Let's put ourselves in our places.  We want to receive His image in our countenance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-1184757493863975866?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/1184757493863975866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=1184757493863975866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/1184757493863975866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/1184757493863975866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/11/alma-5-14-19.html' title='Alma 5: 14, 19'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-4142019173244486242</id><published>2008-11-21T11:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:53:30.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Junk mail</title><content type='html'>I saw &lt;a href="http://officeofstrategicinfluence.com/bulkmailer/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; on another blog.  Too funny.  I don't think I'd ever do it, mostly because it is too much work for me.  But imagine....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-4142019173244486242?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/4142019173244486242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=4142019173244486242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/4142019173244486242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/4142019173244486242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/11/junk-mail.html' title='Junk mail'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-8677780060988696166</id><published>2008-11-11T14:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:28:41.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna go home</title><content type='html'>So the days are flying past now that I can see the end in sight.  As much as I love my family, it is time to go home to my primary family...David.  He wrote me a "How do I miss you, let me count the ways" a la Elizabeth Barrett Browning.  I think the same.  David is going to drive down to Columbus friday night to pick me up from the airport because he can't wait. me either.  I love you honey!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-8677780060988696166?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/8677780060988696166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=8677780060988696166&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/8677780060988696166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/8677780060988696166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-wanna-go-home.html' title='I wanna go home'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-4292041630032223590</id><published>2008-11-11T14:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:08:17.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>November</title><content type='html'>Hey, I just realized that as I sit here, it is the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month.  cool.  I can't wait for 2011!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't forget  "the days of November remember".  Source, anyone???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-4292041630032223590?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/4292041630032223590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=4292041630032223590&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/4292041630032223590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/4292041630032223590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/11/november.html' title='November'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-6852732814986575152</id><published>2008-10-30T18:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T18:45:47.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yea!!!</title><content type='html'>1 wedding and 2 births in October...good month.  added 4 grandchildren and 1 daughter in law.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-6852732814986575152?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/6852732814986575152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=6852732814986575152&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/6852732814986575152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/6852732814986575152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/10/yea.html' title='yea!!!'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-7230689578659768323</id><published>2008-10-30T13:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:55:21.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oops</title><content type='html'>I just saw that Baby E is due in 6 days.  It has now been removed, because Kerry refuses to put Katie back in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-7230689578659768323?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/7230689578659768323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=7230689578659768323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/7230689578659768323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/7230689578659768323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/10/oops.html' title='oops'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-5639931919709797420</id><published>2008-10-30T13:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:53:36.274-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this and that from washington</title><content type='html'>I believe that Jenna has had her first poptart this morning.  I am trying to find things that she will eat by herself so that it is less work on Kerry.  She now eats peanut butter on ritz crackers (sandwiches) for lunch.  Certainly it is less nutritious than the baby fruits and vegetables she was eating, but lots easier if the mother involved is starving herself.  Once we started on food she could eat herself, she is not too thrilled to eat baby food.  On one hand, it adds to her independence which she should be working on at this time.  I even made her use the spoon and put milk on her cheerios.  She likes the spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breastfeeding seems to be going a little better for Kerry and Katie (the two KJE's here).  She is latching on better and will sometimes take both breasts at the feeding.  She, Katie, needs to work on sleeping soundly at night instead of the day.  She still is hard to wake up in the daytime in order to feed, which is frustrating Kerry alot--Kerry wants to sleep at NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will have to wait until I go home...2 weeks and 1 day to columbus.  not that I am counting or anything.  It is nice here, but I MISS MY HUSBAND AND MY HOUSE AND HAVING EVERYTHING HAVE A CERTAIN PLACE TO BE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No word from Carolyn, so I suppose all is still the same.  Carolyn, I pray for you at least daily...sometimes more.  This last bit of pregnancy is soooo hard.  not like the beginning is a piece of cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go grocery shopping today..I have put it off for 2-3 days.  Now, instead of sunny I have overcast, but if I don't go today, Jenna will run out of milk.  but not Katie!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Jenna just unfolded and threw around the clothes that I folded yesterday.  Serves me right for not paying attention!!!  So, I guess I better go to the store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-5639931919709797420?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/5639931919709797420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=5639931919709797420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/5639931919709797420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/5639931919709797420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-and-that-from-washington.html' title='this and that from washington'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-6453005027945537786</id><published>2008-10-30T13:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:56:37.945-04:00</updated><title type='text'>slow cooker chicken cordon bleu</title><content type='html'>I made a delicious, easy meal here that I want to remember so I can make it at home.  Sorry, Carolyn, I don't think Dan likes stuffing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredient:&lt;br /&gt;6 skinless, boneless chicken breast halves (can put in frozen).  enough to cover the bottom of the crockpot for three, layering if you want to serve more.&lt;br /&gt;1 can condensed cream of chicken soup&lt;br /&gt;1 cup milk&lt;br /&gt;4 oz sliced ham&lt;br /&gt;4 oz sliced swiss cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 8 oz package herbed dry bread stuffing mix&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup butter melted ( the day I made this, we had no butter in house, so I poured on some half and half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix together the cream of chicken soup and milk in a small bowl.  Pour enough of the woup into a slow cooker to cover the bottom.  Layer chicken breasts over the sauce.  Cover with slices of ham and swiss cheese.  Pour the remaining soup over the layers, stirring a little to distribute between layers.  Sprinkle the stuffing on top.  Drizzle the butter over the stuffing.  Cover and cook on low for 4-6 hours or  on high for 2-3 hours.  (or longer if you aren't ready to eat yet.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man was this good.  mmm, hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, this came from allrecipes.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-6453005027945537786?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/6453005027945537786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=6453005027945537786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/6453005027945537786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/6453005027945537786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/10/slow-cooker-chicken-cordon-bleu.html' title='slow cooker chicken cordon bleu'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-4916752467678274888</id><published>2008-10-16T18:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T18:17:11.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>level of busyness</title><content type='html'>I truly have to say that I am much busier here at Kerry's than I was in Portland with swimming 3 days a week.  People who think stay-at-home mothers have lots of free time haven't been around them very long.  I am still reading the first book I started.  Lots of attention to laundry, Jenna, meals, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am enjoying myself, but it sure is busy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-4916752467678274888?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/4916752467678274888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=4916752467678274888&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/4916752467678274888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/4916752467678274888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/10/level-of-busyness.html' title='level of busyness'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-5996913214236784347</id><published>2008-10-12T18:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T18:46:21.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ah, primary</title><content type='html'>so, I went to Primary with Kerry today.  I stepped right into "go sit where the teacher didn't show up so all her kids are acting out".  I was sitting with the ctr 5 class.  This very active guy showed Kerry how to bowl (during program practice), told me he was moving to Japan (sayanara, dude), and that he was going to a soccer party at 2 and he wanted to be at the party (Yeah, I can tell that).  Then he told me how when he grew up he was going to be in the army, get a rifle, and proceeded to mime mowing down the primary with his rifle.  Yeah, I remember military wards.  It was shivery.  Just like when I really was in one.  There are certain dynamics that must be eternal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I was driven to Washington state yesterday by Ryan and Vicki.  Thanks.  And I forgot to give you gas money before you left!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-5996913214236784347?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/5996913214236784347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=5996913214236784347&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/5996913214236784347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/5996913214236784347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/10/ah-primary.html' title='ah, primary'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-1502221465776206745</id><published>2008-10-09T17:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T17:56:10.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome home</title><content type='html'>I am the one in charge when the boys get home from school.  I almost always call out "Welcome home" when they come through the door.  A couple of days ago, Sammy said, "I feel very welcomed."  It kind of reminds me of a friend's &lt;a href="http://funwiththefranklins.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-like-me-you-really-like-me.html"&gt;blogpost&lt;/a&gt;.  Now I was a single parent myself once, and also have had to work sometimes when married.  But I believe the ideal is to have mom home to say "Welcome home" is a value.  Feel free to have your own opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-1502221465776206745?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/1502221465776206745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=1502221465776206745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/1502221465776206745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/1502221465776206745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/10/welcome-home.html' title='Welcome home'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-6561977874034581256</id><published>2008-10-09T17:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T17:49:26.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>politicsand the bailout</title><content type='html'>I don't usually get too political.  But this bailout of wall street makes no sense to me.  For an interesting take on this, comparing it to the Titanic, see &lt;a href="http://www.lewrockwell.com/orig9/quinn9.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-6561977874034581256?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/6561977874034581256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=6561977874034581256&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/6561977874034581256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/6561977874034581256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dont-usually-get-too-political.html' title='politicsand the bailout'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-7707448621603389811</id><published>2008-10-08T14:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:23:29.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am lost</title><content type='html'>and alone on some...forgotten highway...traveled by many, remembered by few (source????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long time from home, 4 1/2 weeks, if the count is right.  I miss my hubby.  I miss my home.  I miss my friends.  I miss my ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly glad to  be able to provide this service for Ryan, Ryan and Vicki, R, V, and Sam and Jacob.  I am excited to go to Kerry and Braden's home this weekend and play my heart out with Jenna and help with delivery, recovery, breastfeeding, sibling adjustment, etc.  I don't see enough of this family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I miss hubby, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sayin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-7707448621603389811?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/7707448621603389811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=7707448621603389811&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/7707448621603389811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/7707448621603389811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-lost.html' title='I am lost'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-1142216669557340690</id><published>2008-10-08T14:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:01:48.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nice quote</title><content type='html'>On segullah.com/blog (i think), I found this lovely quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Hinckley once said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails.&lt;br /&gt;I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone’s garden.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be there with children’s sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-1142216669557340690?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/1142216669557340690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=1142216669557340690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/1142216669557340690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/1142216669557340690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/10/nice-quote.html' title='nice quote'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-7978217929233466831</id><published>2008-10-06T16:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T17:06:22.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So Ryan received his endowments on Wed, Oct 1.  He looked sorta like a deer in the headlights, but hasn't said to us anything about it.  The wedding was Oct 3rd at the Portland temple.  This temple is GORGEOUS.  I really like it.  The celestial room has a mezzanine!  And lots of polished wood throughout the temple.  The sealing took place at 11:00am.  They looked handsome and beautiful, depending on which you were talking about.  Vicki's 2 boys waited with Nana in the foyer, which has an attached atrium (probably because of the frequent rain here) where you can take some pictures.  It was predictably rainy, but we did get a brief period to take some outdoor pictures before it absolutely poured.  Ryan says no pictures on the blogs until he posts.  Well, anyway, I don't know how to put pictures up on this computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we had a brunch at Sweet Tomatoes, which has salad bar, soup bar, bakery, breads, drinks.  It was lovely, and thanks to the Wellings who paid for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David and I then took naps back at the little house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a ring ceremony with welcoming addresses by Vicki's grandfather, her uncle Terry and David (my david).  Ryan wrote a lovely poem for Vicki that he recited.  His soft voice prevented me from hearing all of it, but he left it up on his computer, so I actually saw the words.  Very lovely.  Vicki had some words for Ryan, and then they exchanged rings.  Ryan is wearing his on his right ring finger, cause that's the way they do it in Russia. (weirdo russophile).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reception was in the evening, 7-9.  The 1/2 cultural hall was decorated lovingly by some of the ward sisters and a relative of Vicki's (I can't remember the connection).  There was an arch where more photos were taken.  The ward sisters baked a variety of bar cookies and cookies.  I read a toast that Ryan's sortatwin Ty wrote because she couldn't come and was the best Man/person/woman.  Vicki's mom read a toast from Jacki, who is Vicki's twin sister, who is in Korea and couldn't come.  They drank and Ryan spilled sparkling juice on &lt;br /&gt;Vicki.  Later, they had a first dance...a waltz that they had been practicing almost daily for.  They looked nervous at first, but then loosened up.  When they cut the wedding cake, no cake was smashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan had been for them to leave for Bend for their honeymoon right from the reception, but when Ryan changed out of his tux, he realized that he had no shoes, so they came back to the house to get some.  The church, where they had the reception is only 5-10 minutes away, so this wasn't too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the cleanup, and then David and I came home to collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a great time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-7978217929233466831?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/7978217929233466831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=7978217929233466831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/7978217929233466831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/7978217929233466831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-ryan-received-his-endowments-on-wed.html' title=''/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-5925310178032116676</id><published>2008-10-06T15:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T15:48:56.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Portland Street names</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I love Salt Lake City and its grid system.  Wherever you go, you know where you are by the address.  You can find anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portland has at least created a quarterly system:  You live either in NW, SW, NE, or SE.  East and west are divided by the Willamette River (pronounced will  AM  it).  North and South are divided by, I think, Baseline Road.  So, you can tell which quarter of the city you are in just by the street name, for example, SW 170th street.  NW Blah Street (ok, I made that one up, but I am in the SW so that's pretty much what I know) (except there is probably a NW 170th also).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My peeve is this.  SW Blah court, SW Blah lane, SW Blah street, SW Blah Ave., SW Blah Road, SW Blah cirle, etc.  I mean it.  And there is no rhyme or reason for where these streets are located.  If you are aiming for a BLVD, and are on a street, you could be ANYWHERE in relation to where you want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yikes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-5925310178032116676?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/5925310178032116676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=5925310178032116676&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/5925310178032116676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/5925310178032116676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/10/portland-street-names.html' title='Portland Street names'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-3436328640239157115</id><published>2008-10-06T15:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T15:37:51.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE SNL</title><content type='html'>Just in memory of our snl debate video.  I did not get to see the actual debate because of the time difference I missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if IE]&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" id=W4727a250e66f972348ea64f112c150db" width="384" height="283"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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value="all" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Governor Palin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if IE]&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" id=W4727a250e66f972348ea67ecc20dc029" width="384" height="283"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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value="all" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-3436328640239157115?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/3436328640239157115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=3436328640239157115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/3436328640239157115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/3436328640239157115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-snl.html' title='I LOVE SNL'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-8291692315539237391</id><published>2008-09-17T17:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:22:27.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I declare</title><content type='html'>a FATWA on ants. I know that having ants has nothing to do with if you clean your house or not. Well, I guess if you regularly left food out and doors open it might increase your likelihood of ant populations. But the reverse is not true. You can keep your house totally clean and someone sneaky puts out an ant sign (the lettering is sooooo tiny that the home ocupee doesn't even know it's out there.  Like, in hobo days how hobos would leave some coded message that told other hobos of places that would feed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I had no ants (not counting back home).  Then I woke up one morning to find dozens of them on the kitchen counter.  Not being my house, I didn't know where anything might be to zap them.  Under the sink was some spray Lysol.  I sprayed them and they died!!  Yea!!!  Next morning, they're back.  More sprayage.  At least there weren't so many.  I was doing my dishes after every meal.  All food is in the fridge, including cereal, crackers and chex mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd go a couple of days only seeing a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I found one in my bathroom glass.  No more middle of the night drinks for me, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the sign must have been up again, for I was again invaded.  I lysoled them (why doesn't THAT go on the teeny signs:  Avoid like the plague or you will be shot with Lysol and die).  I admit a washed off fork in the sink.  not cleaned yet, but washed off, hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back from swimming my mile.  Turn on the tub faucet.  Look down.  THERE ARE 12-15 ANTS IN THE TUB.  No food there.  Well, apple shampoo.  but really.  So, I got my bathroom cup and drowned every last one.  Til I look again, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fatwa on them.  All believers kill ants at your leisure.  You won't be held responsible.  Die!!! (to the ants)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-8291692315539237391?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/8291692315539237391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=8291692315539237391&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/8291692315539237391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/8291692315539237391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-declare.html' title='I declare'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-4622689279526269221</id><published>2008-09-17T17:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:09:01.227-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming</title><content type='html'>I swam a MILE today.  woohoo, attagirl.  only 36 laps and 1hr15min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the queen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is only remarkable compared to myself.  Love me anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-4622689279526269221?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/4622689279526269221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=4622689279526269221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/4622689279526269221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/4622689279526269221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/09/swimming_17.html' title='Swimming'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-3420873368266577441</id><published>2008-09-13T13:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T13:53:28.959-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe!!</title><content type='html'>...that those babies are both due so soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that I have such nice daughters (also including present and future daughter-in-laws at the time not to exceed 3.  and legally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..that I almost face planted in Baker City, Oregon.  I forgot to tell you guys that.  IT was outside a McDonalds (hi, kev).  I was talking to Ryan who was ahead of me on the sidewalk.  I tripped on one of those cement thingies that keep you from driving through the building.  Luckily, having fallen  before, I acted like an acrobat.  I SLIGHTLY scuffed my palms, rolled over onto my left shoulder (which hurt for like 10 minutes), then onto my back.  Ryan came running over thinking I might have broken something (and thereby delayed his trip to his honey) (no, really he was more worried about me).  I was fine, he helped me get up, I went to the bathroom (the purpose for stopping at Mickey D's), he bought a sausage biscuit (no vegetarians for a long trip), and we got in the car and resumed the drive, ending about 5 hours later with no ER trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that I will have 9 grandchildren by the middle of November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that I have so much time and so little to do, although the book reading is coming along nicely, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that Ryan is going to be a FATHER...so soon  (he is already somewhat assuming the role)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that I am in Portland and it hasn't rained yet (I know, wait a month)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not related to subject line, but I am trying a blocking test with my guaifenesin today.  That means I take double the dose in the morning, and unless I feel remarkedly worse, I am blocking and I have to find out what the product is that I am using that has an ingredient I cannot use (because it blocks).  I have checked my products with myself 2 or 3 times and with the fibro board person who really knows this stuff inside and out.  Here's to feeling bad today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-3420873368266577441?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/3420873368266577441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=3420873368266577441&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/3420873368266577441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/3420873368266577441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-cant-believe.html' title='I can&apos;t believe!!'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-3117196592275487733</id><published>2008-09-11T00:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T00:23:30.591-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I live in a little house</title><content type='html'>This is very cool that if I have to stay away from home for so so so so long, that I get to live in a little house like it's my own.  It has a mud room, kitchen, eat-in space with small table, small living room, bedroom and bathroom.  So much better than a motel, and free besides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went swimming today.  Last time, I went to the Aloha swim center, but when I went there today, they informed me that they had no water.  Actually, i think the pool itself had water, but none for showers or flushing toilets.  So, I looked on the net and found the Beaverton swim center about 15-20 minutes away.  I went swimming, but it was SOOOOO crowded.  Like 3-5 people per lane.  Lotsa wave action.  I was glad when a few of them went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to buy a new portland map today since mine is 24 years old. (wonder how I can remember that so easily)  I put $5 in my pocket, went to the store and found one for $4.95.  Darn tax!!  Maybe I can buy it tomorrow or the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came over to the big house after watching a DVD and wanting to discuss it, but the lovebirds are out on a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my husband.  I'd come home if I could, but I can't.  Darn money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I haven't taken any pictures yet, so I can't put them here to show you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-3117196592275487733?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/3117196592275487733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=3117196592275487733&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/3117196592275487733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/3117196592275487733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-live-in-little-house.html' title='I live in a little house'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-318329473102899376</id><published>2008-09-08T19:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T19:35:25.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming</title><content type='html'>I have found a place to swim here, and swam for an hour today.  It is about 5 minutes from where I am staying, so, uber convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan is tending boys today and sending out resumes.  It is interesting to see him in charge of the kids.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, today is boring.  am reading, well, rereading wicked.  After having listened to the score from the musical several times on the way here, I wanted to reread the book and see how they got from one to another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-318329473102899376?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/318329473102899376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=318329473102899376&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/318329473102899376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/318329473102899376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/09/swimming.html' title='Swimming'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-7750694985726462316</id><published>2008-09-07T17:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T18:01:22.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have arrived...so has Ryan</title><content type='html'>I think the last I posted was from Nebraska.  The next day we finished Nebraska (thank goodness) and went all but 3 miles of Wyoming.  also yea!!!!!  They are both so boring, and I personally (with no offense to wyomingans), hate wyoming.  It is so desolate looking. and long.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day took us to Baker City, Oregon.  At least there were no more state lines to pass.  With each one, Ry had to call Vicki and request a kiss.  mush mush...&lt;br /&gt;The super 8 had a bigger pool than Evanston, although I did swim for 45 minutes there.  Super 8, however, had the pool closed.  It looked like crime scene tape around the hot tub (which i wasn't going to use).  Where are the CSI's when you want them???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, on Saturday, Ryan wanted to get going early.  He was very excited, and we only had a 5 hour drive.  We got to Aloha (pronounced aloa) about 2 pm.  The little house I am staying in is soooo cute.  And it's nice to have a place to go away.  Vicki put in some stores for us, including the only western fabulous stephen's cocoa.  Yumm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicki is very nice.  The kids, Sam and Jacob are nice also.  We will be getting better acquainted as time goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In very sad news, Kevin has moved to Detroit to stay with his girlfriend, Debra.  For scripture last night, Dad had us read the parable of the prodigal son.  Instead of hope, as it should give me, it instead makes me want to cry.  Everyone knows that it was time for Kev to move on, but the circumstances of it are just so wrong. Please keep him in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found a pool nearby to swim in---yea!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love to all&lt;br /&gt;mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-7750694985726462316?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/7750694985726462316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=7750694985726462316&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/7750694985726462316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/7750694985726462316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-arrivedso-has-ryan.html' title='I have arrived...so has Ryan'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-503936341471726904</id><published>2008-09-03T20:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:07:57.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On the mormon trail</title><content type='html'>I forgot to tell you that we crossed the great mississippi yesterday, although you might have inferred it when we left Illinois for Iowa.  Had a good breakfast included with the hotel.  yogurt, cereal, bagels, hot chocolate and belgian waffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we crossed the Missouri river.  At first Iowa was flat, but as we approached Council Bluffs, it got very hilly.  I kept picturing the pioneers walking up and down while Anna (Ryan's Jetta) struggled to take all our stuff on her back towards Oregon.  The corn was not as high as an elephant's eye, but it was about 4 foot high and tassled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nebraska, just about my least favorite state is still forever long.  Ry says it should be called "Flatska".  I think it is about 450 miles long. or wide, I should say.  Full of corn and I think soybeans.  and very very flat.  As I recall, Wyoming is pretty flat also, till you get way west and start the rockies foothills.  It also is eternally long/wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I went swimming this morning at 7 am.  The bed was not comfy, so I was up.  I thought maybe it would make my muscles feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hope everyone is okay.  Just heard that Kevo is moving to Detroit saturday.  Apparently gave notice 2 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you, mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-503936341471726904?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/503936341471726904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=503936341471726904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/503936341471726904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/503936341471726904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-mormon-trail.html' title='On the mormon trail'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-279195657294397321</id><published>2008-09-02T17:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:47:18.387-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveling Tales</title><content type='html'>Ryan and I are on our way to Oregon.  Our ETD was 8:00am and we left before 8:10.  Drove to the local dunkin donuts to stock up on munchkins.  mmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got on I80, still there.  well, actually, we are now in our first hotel, baymont inns and suites, Davenport Iowa, just over the mississippi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that in Indiana and Illinois there were lights on signs powered by solar?? I thought that was cool.  Oh, they also power the cameras and signs that tell you if an animal is in the road ahead (within a mile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know if you hit a construction worker in Illinois, you will be fined $10,000 and go to jail for 14 years.  And I don't think it matters whether or not you kill them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that Ryan's jetta could not hold another item???  Man, is it packed.  and cartop carried and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all, hope to update tomorrow.  Now we have to find somewhere to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:  I love gaining time as we go west.  won't think about the going east part later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-279195657294397321?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/279195657294397321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=279195657294397321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/279195657294397321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/279195657294397321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/09/traveling-tales.html' title='Traveling Tales'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-3386163685776984977</id><published>2008-07-05T11:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T11:43:02.804-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm baaaaack</title><content type='html'>Did you miss me??  I've been down in Cincy helping with the kids and the house and such.  The big excitement was stepping on a nail, necessitating 2 trips to urgicare, a tetanus shot and shot of a reallly painful antibiotic.  I was complimenting the nurse about her technique, cause I hardly felt it.  Then she pushed in the Rocephin.  Yowwwwch!!  But all is good, it is healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed helping out, and getting to be with my grandkiddies more.  oh, and the adults too  :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-3386163685776984977?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/3386163685776984977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=3386163685776984977&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/3386163685776984977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/3386163685776984977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-baaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m baaaaack'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-7858704423664128511</id><published>2008-07-04T18:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T09:35:46.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Ohio Scottish Games</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, June 28th, David, Kevin, and his friend Deborah attended the 31st Annual Ohio Scottish Games in Wellington, Ohio.  Here are some comments and photos from David.&lt;br /&gt;  I think I have not enjoyed myself so much in one day in a very long time.  We went early and stayed late, and were sad to see it end.  The parade of the Tartans (with Kevin and I in our McKenzie kilts), the massed bagpipe bands, and the professional caber toss were fun as always.  But I think what I loved the most was the music, especially the Scottish folk and dance music.  My favorite group was "The Anonymous String band", a foursome that performs every year.  I also listened to folk singer Alex Beaton (and bought one of his double CD's) and a group called "The Brigadoons".  Kevin liked the group named "Needfire".  I've written a lot more in my email.  I'll just stop here and let you see the photos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SG9bRD_4HKI/AAAAAAAAANA/IsOuRJLb8vg/s1600-h/3+Kilted+Mile,+Lars+%26+Ralph+Cartwright.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219490841834822818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SG9bRD_4HKI/AAAAAAAAANA/IsOuRJLb8vg/s320/3+Kilted+Mile,+Lars+%26+Ralph+Cartwright.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kilted Mile Race. The brothers, Lars and Ralp, doing their pre-race warm up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SG9bETwybqI/AAAAAAAAAM4/eMAW6Q1ibp8/s1600-h/4+adult+kilted+mile,+start.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219490622728203938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SG9bETwybqI/AAAAAAAAAM4/eMAW6Q1ibp8/s320/4+adult+kilted+mile,+start.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The five kilted runners at the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SG9alH-gN6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/yHGBmWknMJo/s1600-h/7+Opening+Ceremonies,+MacFarlanes+Company.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219490086988560290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SG9alH-gN6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/yHGBmWknMJo/s320/7+Opening+Ceremonies,+MacFarlanes+Company.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Ceremonies - MacFarlane's Company, a group of historic reenactors, from the Jacobite Rebellion of 1745.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SG9aWWj8eJI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ys5XEkVL2G8/s1600-h/11+Parade+of+Tartans,+MacKenzie+Clan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219489833205659794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SG9aWWj8eJI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ys5XEkVL2G8/s320/11+Parade+of+Tartans,+MacKenzie+Clan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parade of the Tartans - David and Kevin marching with the MacKenzie Clan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SG9Zki7U-hI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FeGPuWEkOA4/s1600-h/606+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219488977531501074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SG9Zki7U-hI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FeGPuWEkOA4/s320/606+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Anonymous String Band (from 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SG9ZRYdF74I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/KC2-85jM7wM/s1600-h/606+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219488648302817154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SG9ZRYdF74I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/KC2-85jM7wM/s320/606+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Royal Scottish Country Dancers (from 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SG9Y_YHdFUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/qAgck3A0fn8/s1600-h/April+9+2005++from+years+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219488338974414146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SG9Y_YHdFUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/qAgck3A0fn8/s320/April+9+2005++from+years+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Blakeman with his Red-Tailed hawk "Savanna"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SG9YsHnvncI/AAAAAAAAAMA/i9mf1d9YIN8/s1600-h/14+Kevin+with+Flamberge+Sword.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219488008128929218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SG9YsHnvncI/AAAAAAAAAMA/i9mf1d9YIN8/s320/14+Kevin+with+Flamberge+Sword.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin, with his new wardrobe additions, and his flamberge sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SG9YajDpl-I/AAAAAAAAAL4/ta6CxrUDzWo/s1600-h/15+Kevin+%26+David.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219487706256087010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SG9YajDpl-I/AAAAAAAAAL4/ta6CxrUDzWo/s320/15+Kevin+%26+David.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin and David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SG9X1qF7ZTI/AAAAAAAAALw/VX7D_8qwKW8/s1600-h/16+Kevin+%26+David.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219487072489530674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SG9X1qF7ZTI/AAAAAAAAALw/VX7D_8qwKW8/s320/16+Kevin+%26+David.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin and David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-7858704423664128511?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/7858704423664128511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=7858704423664128511&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/7858704423664128511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/7858704423664128511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/07/2008-ohio-scottish-games.html' title='2008 Ohio Scottish Games'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SG9bRD_4HKI/AAAAAAAAANA/IsOuRJLb8vg/s72-c/3+Kilted+Mile,+Lars+%26+Ralph+Cartwright.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-4498179880153407355</id><published>2008-06-10T16:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T17:36:24.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Smoothie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SE7zui9_D5I/AAAAAAAAALc/LSLTYKnckSQ/s1600-h/chocolate+smoothie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SE7zui9_D5I/AAAAAAAAALc/LSLTYKnckSQ/s320/chocolate+smoothie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210369799900565394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it look good???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-4498179880153407355?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/4498179880153407355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=4498179880153407355&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/4498179880153407355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/4498179880153407355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/06/chocolate-smoothie.html' title='Chocolate Smoothie'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SE7zui9_D5I/AAAAAAAAALc/LSLTYKnckSQ/s72-c/chocolate+smoothie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-3999982120856573463</id><published>2008-06-10T14:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T16:18:50.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>walmart</title><content type='html'>So, upon occasion, people at &lt;a href="http://www.mormonmommywars.com/"&gt;Mormon mommy wars&lt;/a&gt; go on an on abut walmart, calling it "voldemart", etc.  So I have gotten out books and a dvd.  The DVD is called _Wal-mart:  The high cost of low price_.  I think I too will never shop there unless it is an emergency.  Get it from the library.  It's eye-opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PULFg7erYGI&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PULFg7erYGI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-3999982120856573463?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/3999982120856573463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=3999982120856573463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/3999982120856573463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/3999982120856573463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/06/walmart.html' title='walmart'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-8412281552581036992</id><published>2008-05-31T10:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T12:15:37.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The garden, spring 2008</title><content type='html'>So, our garden looks really nice in the spring, esp after we plant a few annuals.  And, by the way, I love weirdness.  in flowers.  I plan to show you some of my weird acquisitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SEFpgVI5TWI/AAAAAAAAALE/72LYqFvvsHo/s1600-h/grill+building+and+garden+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SEFpgVI5TWI/AAAAAAAAALE/72LYqFvvsHo/s320/grill+building+and+garden+2008+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206558648368188770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what is still known as "Ryan's Garden", even though he doesn't live here anymore and has no say any longer about what to plant or that they must be purchased and planted in groupings of three.  :D  Wish I knew how to make smiley emoticons on my blog.:(  We (using the term loosely:  I buy and David usually plants).  This year, I got a bunch of violets from my sister's garden.  I love violets.  Although they only bloom for a bit in the early spring, I remember them from Linden Lane (where I grew up) and the "forest" in our backyard.  The leaves are very pretty and heart-shaped, so even without the blooms, it is pretty.  And, I figured if they grew under trees in the "forest", they should grow under this tree.  And they spread also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought 2 and received 3 from my sister of a plant/bush called astilbe.  They are supposed to do well in the shade.  Well, after 2 weeks, one is nearly dead having been transplanted to the sun because it was dying in the shade.  Hope I get my money back.  The second one that I picked out (my sister's contributions are fairing slightly better) is showing signs of demise also.  I also bought some more hosta for around the edges.  The first place I looked, they wanted $20-30 for them.  I was in shock.  This is HOSTA we are talking about...common, ya know??  Then I went to another place where I got them for $4 each.  Yay, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SEFphFI5TXI/AAAAAAAAALM/TT5DJxPxQ3c/s1600-h/grill+building+and+garden+2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SEFphFI5TXI/AAAAAAAAALM/TT5DJxPxQ3c/s320/grill+building+and+garden+2008+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206558661253090674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the garden under the bedroom windows, commonly known as the bedroom garden or the garden by the windows.  Clever, no??  I point out particularly the bleeding heart or dianthus (i think).  Lovely in bloom.  Too bad the leaves die with the blooms.  It is a perennial.  The border is mostly sweet woodruff, which is a perennial and can usually be found in the herb section.  I found this out by searching all over and having to ask.  I(we) love the way some of it is poking out through the bricks.  There is a new weirdo plant here also, but you can't really see it.  I'll show a closeup later.  Also, if you can see lots of tall spiky leaves, those are part of the something-bells we purchased a long time ago.  Obviously they spread like mad and have lots of purple or white bells (oh, it's bellflower i think) that last all summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SEFphlI5TYI/AAAAAAAAALU/8OUmqB1rSeQ/s1600-h/grill+building+and+garden+2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SEFphlI5TYI/AAAAAAAAALU/8OUmqB1rSeQ/s320/grill+building+and+garden+2008+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206558669843025282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the sun garden or garage garden or front garden...take your pick.  Some annuals like dwarf dahlia, cosmos, and snapdragons are there.  And some weirdos.  Snapdragons allegedly self seed, so the idea was to see if they could come visit every year, saving us from buying annuals.  (cheapskates, we)  There is also a lot of perennial columbine(which spreads) and bachelor button (which spreads), and sedum (which....spreads).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SEFog1I5TTI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JVSyEr22hMk/s1600-h/grill+building+and+garden+2008+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SEFog1I5TTI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JVSyEr22hMk/s320/grill+building+and+garden+2008+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206557557446495538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of 2 weirdo plants.  The other is the one you can't see in the bedroom garden.  I don't know if they flower or anything, but I just loved the leaves.  I think it is a perennial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SEFoh1I5TUI/AAAAAAAAAK0/DO1kJPOirTU/s1600-h/grill+building+and+garden+2008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SEFoh1I5TUI/AAAAAAAAAK0/DO1kJPOirTU/s320/grill+building+and+garden+2008+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206557574626364738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note the big bushes at the end...these are my bachelor buttons, the weirdo plant from last year.  Don't worry, I'm gonna show you a close up so you can appreciate its weirdness first hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SEFoiVI5TVI/AAAAAAAAAK8/-XjQrS-oXpk/s1600-h/grill+building+and+garden+2008+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SEFoiVI5TVI/AAAAAAAAAK8/-XjQrS-oXpk/s320/grill+building+and+garden+2008+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206557583216299346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bachelor buttons in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SEFnQVI5TSI/AAAAAAAAAKk/j_CJGpoHU-o/s1600-h/grill+building+and+garden+2008+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SEFnQVI5TSI/AAAAAAAAAKk/j_CJGpoHU-o/s320/grill+building+and+garden+2008+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206556174467026210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flowers, if you can see them, have a round purple center, and the "leaves" of the flower are 2 skinny blue things that fray at the end and curl up.  Looks like no bachelor's buttons &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ever seen.  Weirdos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SEFnQFI5TRI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LdQGmxB-Iwk/s1600-h/grill+building+and+garden+2008+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SEFnQFI5TRI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LdQGmxB-Iwk/s320/grill+building+and+garden+2008+031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206556170172058898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, my other weirdo plant I just HAD to buy.  It is called celosia, and can be either an indoor or outdoor plant.  I'm hoping I can bring them inside during winter to keep them for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SEFnPlI5TQI/AAAAAAAAAKU/veJnOslS6iQ/s1600-h/grill+building+and+garden+2008+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SEFnPlI5TQI/AAAAAAAAAKU/veJnOslS6iQ/s320/grill+building+and+garden+2008+032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206556161582124290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another celosia closeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is funny to me to see how much pleasure I get from going out and viewing (and talking to) my garden.  While I was growing up, the only thing "garden" meant was the dreaded weeding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-8412281552581036992?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/8412281552581036992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=8412281552581036992&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/8412281552581036992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/8412281552581036992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/05/garden-spring-2008.html' title='The garden, spring 2008'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SEFpgVI5TWI/AAAAAAAAALE/72LYqFvvsHo/s72-c/grill+building+and+garden+2008+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-1159145710130213215</id><published>2008-05-24T17:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T17:10:13.664-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning about the Brethren</title><content type='html'>I stole this from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8BfXLlrTzV0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8BfXLlrTzV0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I point out again that the tune of Beverly Hillbillies also fits to the words of "If You Could Hie to Kolob".  Try it and see.  You'll never sing that song in the same way again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-1159145710130213215?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/1159145710130213215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=1159145710130213215&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/1159145710130213215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/1159145710130213215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/05/learning-about-brethren.html' title='Learning about the Brethren'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-2348275300081560505</id><published>2008-05-23T18:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T17:11:43.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry in Motion</title><content type='html'>I just found these poems at &lt;a href="http://lightrefreshmentsserved.com"&gt;lightrefreshmentsserved.com&lt;/a&gt; and thought they were funny.  hope you do too.  and maybe when I'm done telling you theirs, I'll write some of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just to say&lt;br /&gt;I bought doughnuts a lot when you were little&lt;br /&gt;And didn’t share them with you&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me&lt;br /&gt;I needed them more than you did&lt;br /&gt;And your father didn’t know either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Now that one strikes home?;)}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the blogger herself, Kacy says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Is Just to Say&lt;br /&gt;I have taken the ring&lt;br /&gt;and thrown it into Mordor&lt;br /&gt;You probably wanted to keep it&lt;br /&gt;and use it for evil&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me&lt;br /&gt;It was a great ring&lt;br /&gt;So pretty&lt;br /&gt;and so precious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Is Just to Say&lt;br /&gt;I killed your parents when you were a baby&lt;br /&gt;They were incredibly talented wizards&lt;br /&gt;but they were probably going to foil my plans&lt;br /&gt;for domination&lt;br /&gt;At least&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t kill you&lt;br /&gt;even though I tried&lt;br /&gt;a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Is Just to Say&lt;br /&gt;That using all your spare time to paint&lt;br /&gt;And put in tile and decks and such is a pain&lt;br /&gt;but when you consider the money we've saved&lt;br /&gt;By sweat equity&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, but&lt;br /&gt;It's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;We'll have to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Is Just to Say&lt;br /&gt;That having a baby 18 months after the first&lt;br /&gt;Is very stressful on the body&lt;br /&gt;but when you are thirty&lt;br /&gt;and want more kids&lt;br /&gt;You do what you have to.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for snoring.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Is Just to Say&lt;br /&gt;That a degree in engineering is useful&lt;br /&gt;And brings lots of money&lt;br /&gt;but before it can do that&lt;br /&gt;You need an engineering job&lt;br /&gt;Like now.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for saying&lt;br /&gt;Quizno's isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;Rats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Is Just to Say&lt;br /&gt;That McDonald's is a smelly job&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't pay well&lt;br /&gt;but when you don't have a college degree&lt;br /&gt;And don't want one&lt;br /&gt;Your work options are limited.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for pointing that out.&lt;br /&gt;Big Mac coming up.&lt;br /&gt;Boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-2348275300081560505?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/2348275300081560505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=2348275300081560505&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/2348275300081560505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/2348275300081560505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-just-found-these-poems-at.html' title='Poetry in Motion'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-5864760594134354380</id><published>2008-05-19T16:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T16:28:43.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a Mormon?</title><content type='html'>This is probably old news by now, but I really liked this &lt;a href="http://thegabblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-for-record.html"&gt;blogpost&lt;/a&gt;.  Check it out for yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-5864760594134354380?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/5864760594134354380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=5864760594134354380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/5864760594134354380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/5864760594134354380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-is-mormon.html' title='What is a Mormon?'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-6517848453762783025</id><published>2008-05-19T10:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T11:10:41.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Food and Pets  or vice versa</title><content type='html'>Oh, I've been around about various blogs today.  So I will share and hope you have as much fun as I have been having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care for pets.  WOW News flash, eh?? (hope you can understand Canadian).  So I read &lt;a href="http://kasm.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-how-i-really-feel-about-our.html"&gt;this blog&lt;/a&gt; and I knew that I had found a soul sistah (do you read eubonics??).  I loved this comment: "When I had a gerbil, I would wait until it was running it's its little wheel then I would spin that sucker so fast he would experience g-forces unknown to the gerbil world."  hahahahaha.  Comprenden??  (continuing in the multilingual flavor of spanish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I read &lt;a href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18394742&amp;postID=8618370653855286353"&gt;this blog&lt;/a&gt; about food our mothers forced on us.  The comments are hysterical also.  Don't miss those.  "Powdered milk is a horrible thing to do to perfectly good water. The tendency to inflict it on the family is passed down from generation to generation, like child abuse. Your grandmother did it, your mother did it. Fortunately, you've stopped the cycle of abuse."  I expect, no demand, to know your tales as I share mine.  Even though some of them would apply to me.  And come back and recommend as you think of stuff. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Memorable motherly masterpieces to manger (there's the french):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother served me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown sugar sandwiches on days when we'd take communion (Catholic, remember) and we had to fast before partaking.  Then, we'd get to eat breakfast in class.  Boy what a reward for taking communion.  I have been known to treat myself to these very occasionally in adulthood when I need comforting.  My mom is always near then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 bean salad.  very bitter vinegary stuff.  I told her I'd throw up, but she insisted.  I remained at the kitchen table for HOURS, but no mercy.  Finally, I choked it down.  Then I threw up.  Told ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanish rice (rice, tomato sauce).  Just ask my sister.  And spaghetti Creole (spaghetti, tomatoes, tomato sauce).  ditto.  Chili.  I have developed my loathing of kidney beans from this masterpiece.  Just ask my sister.  My sister found a way to enjoy meatloaf, although I cannot.  One time Joan served me meatloaf insisting that it wasn't anything like mom's.  I tried, Joan, I really tried.  But I couldn't.  The memories were too strong.  Now, as an adult, I realize that at that time we didn't have a lot of money.  So I forgive her (my mommy).  But I still can't eat those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peanut butter and mayonnaise sandwiches.  Actually, I liked these, even made them for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giblet gravy.  OK, she didn't make me eat this, but the very idea of eating gravy with chopped up organs in it did not appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liver and onions were marginally tolerable if you had enough onions to kill the liver taste.  But again, organs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brussel Sprouts.  Lima beans.  Even Dad can't eat these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time they made me a whole pizza with the crust cut off.  They weren't always mean ;)  And of course, I ate the whole thing.  I think they did it as a joke, thinking I couldn't possibly eat it all.  But hey, when you are a picky eater, you've got to get your calories for the lean times.  And she made good pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I've got to eat.  But it's within MY control now!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-6517848453762783025?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/6517848453762783025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=6517848453762783025&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/6517848453762783025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/6517848453762783025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/05/food-and-pets-or-vice-versa.html' title='Food and Pets  or vice versa'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-5756362766693031047</id><published>2008-05-16T19:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T19:16:54.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii are having fun now</title><content type='html'>Especially for Braden, but I predict all will have a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_iYBmAVuBns&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_iYBmAVuBns&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-5756362766693031047?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/5756362766693031047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=5756362766693031047&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/5756362766693031047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/5756362766693031047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/05/wii-are-having-fun-now.html' title='Wii are having fun now'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-4053336670239449750</id><published>2008-05-12T11:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T11:22:19.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers' Day</title><content type='html'>I think I have posted this before, but in honor of the day I thought I'd do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RxT5NwQUtVM&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RxT5NwQUtVM&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too true, too true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and I found this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bhcA4Ry65FU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bhcA4Ry65FU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-4053336670239449750?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/4053336670239449750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=4053336670239449750&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/4053336670239449750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/4053336670239449750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers&apos; Day'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-6298396878690773959</id><published>2008-04-29T11:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T11:26:57.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking zombie</title><content type='html'>So, when the floor was being installed, Dad would work on it before I got up.  One day, I woke up, sorta, and went into the dining room to where dad was, in the doorway between the dining room and the kitchen.  I looked into the kitchen and remarked, "Where's the refrigerator".  Obviously I didn't count the large obstacle that I had to walk around to even see into the kitchen.  duhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SBc9pkweeaI/AAAAAAAAAKM/dO1M3OwvKOs/s1600-h/floor+in+kitchen+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SBc9pkweeaI/AAAAAAAAAKM/dO1M3OwvKOs/s320/floor+in+kitchen+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194688479646087586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-6298396878690773959?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/6298396878690773959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=6298396878690773959&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/6298396878690773959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/6298396878690773959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/04/walking-zombie.html' title='Walking zombie'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SBc9pkweeaI/AAAAAAAAAKM/dO1M3OwvKOs/s72-c/floor+in+kitchen+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-4774447257499932929</id><published>2008-04-29T11:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T11:21:48.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New kitchen floor</title><content type='html'>First, the ugly old kitchen tile that one could never really get clean because of all the crevices, etc.  Plus, it's "harvest gold".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SBc690weeWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/YgL7LqSDyZk/s1600-h/floor+in+kitchen+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SBc690weeWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/YgL7LqSDyZk/s320/floor+in+kitchen+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194685529003555170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing you who it belongs to, in case you were going to steal it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SBc6-EweeXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/gxRnnE2KGs8/s1600-h/floor+in+kitchen+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SBc6-EweeXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/gxRnnE2KGs8/s320/floor+in+kitchen+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194685533298522482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first piece laid by my handyman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SBc6-UweeYI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/jBpbDnUtcPU/s1600-h/floor+in+kitchen+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SBc6-UweeYI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/jBpbDnUtcPU/s320/floor+in+kitchen+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194685537593489794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See him in action.  only took a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SBc6-0weeZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9bZjvPLhf7w/s1600-h/floor+in+kitchen+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SBc6-0weeZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9bZjvPLhf7w/s320/floor+in+kitchen+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194685546183424402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is just the padding stuff that lays under the laminate.  But it looks like it's finally gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SBc6DkweeVI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Q0YEtQjD0d4/s1600-h/floor+in+kitchen+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SBc6DkweeVI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Q0YEtQjD0d4/s320/floor+in+kitchen+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194684528276175186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About half way done.  This is so exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SBc6DUweeUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/PTVUedywIgA/s1600-h/floor+in+kitchen+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SBc6DUweeUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/PTVUedywIgA/s320/floor+in+kitchen+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194684523981207874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, voila!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SBc6DEweeTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-V5XSJjapqE/s1600-h/floor+in+kitchen+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SBc6DEweeTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-V5XSJjapqE/s320/floor+in+kitchen+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194684519686240562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from the other angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SBc6CUweeSI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xiwJu5yBySY/s1600-h/floor+in+kitchen+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SBc6CUweeSI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xiwJu5yBySY/s320/floor+in+kitchen+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194684506801338658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep walking on it saying, "I love my new floor".  Come see it, you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-4774447257499932929?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/4774447257499932929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=4774447257499932929&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/4774447257499932929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/4774447257499932929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-kitchen-floor.html' title='New kitchen floor'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SBc690weeWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/YgL7LqSDyZk/s72-c/floor+in+kitchen+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-8123238223556815912</id><published>2008-04-29T10:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T11:23:05.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin and Debra</title><content type='html'>You've been asking, so here it is.  No comment.  But you can comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SBc1x0weeRI/AAAAAAAAAJE/AXFEx5JWgK0/s1600-h/debra+and+kevin+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SBc1x0weeRI/AAAAAAAAAJE/AXFEx5JWgK0/s320/debra+and+kevin+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194679825286986002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-8123238223556815912?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/8123238223556815912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=8123238223556815912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/8123238223556815912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/8123238223556815912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/04/kevin-and-debra.html' title='Kevin and Debra'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SBc1x0weeRI/AAAAAAAAAJE/AXFEx5JWgK0/s72-c/debra+and+kevin+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-2312479821147364704</id><published>2008-04-15T12:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T12:11:36.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"poot" is too a word</title><content type='html'>Since I know that all of you are wondering why no one else ever says "poot", I have a &lt;a href="http://shamelesslysassy.com/"&gt;blogpost&lt;/a&gt; to show you that we are not alone.  Besides which, it is hilariously funny, especially if you have kids.  who talk.  when you wish they wouldn't.  but they say what you are thinking but are too polite to say.  I read it the other day, but today, I read the comments.  They had me laughing with tears also.  Enjoy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-2312479821147364704?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/2312479821147364704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=2312479821147364704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/2312479821147364704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/2312479821147364704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/04/poot-is-too-word.html' title='&quot;poot&quot; is too a word'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-7021636750673906524</id><published>2008-04-12T14:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T14:51:19.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut Butter Blast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SAEEmhbW0nI/AAAAAAAAAI0/kEso1FWuXqk/s1600-h/Cheesecake_GodivaChocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SAEEmhbW0nI/AAAAAAAAAI0/kEso1FWuXqk/s320/Cheesecake_GodivaChocolate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188433305562174066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least that's what they called it at Danny Boy's where we went to eat for our 25th wedding anniversary.  Thanks to the 2 children who wished us a happy 25th.  Anyway, back to the cheesecake or dessert or whatever it was...it was sooooo great that I ordered it for my birthday tomorrow.  Dad just went to get it from the cheesecake factory, which doesn't have the real picture.   A little bit ago, Dad came sheepishly into my office where I was on the net and said, "About your pie..."  I knew right away what he was going to say.  I started grinning.  It is from The Cheesecake Factory.  "How much," I asked?  $44.00.  "Could you go for 1/2 a pie???"  I said, sure.  As long as he and Kevin got one piece each, and I got the other 4.  Hey, it's MY birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-7021636750673906524?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/7021636750673906524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=7021636750673906524&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/7021636750673906524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/7021636750673906524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/04/peanut-butter-blast.html' title='Peanut Butter Blast'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/SAEEmhbW0nI/AAAAAAAAAI0/kEso1FWuXqk/s72-c/Cheesecake_GodivaChocolate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-5171526244379868046</id><published>2008-04-07T18:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T19:00:03.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Total Locker Room Privacy</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, I went to swim at lifeworks.  About 15 minutes before I was done, the lights flickered.  And went out.  And flicker.  And out.  And flicker.  And out for good.  We had lots of tall windows, so it didn't really affect me too much.  I wondered about the poor man who comes in his wheelchair and uses the chair assist to even get into the pool.  How would he get out???  Finally I was done.  My locker isn't too far into the locker room...I thought with the light reflected off white walls I would be able to find it.  I did.  I thought I could do the combination by feel, as it is buttons, not a dial.  But someone from Lifeworks wandered by with a flashlight and shined it on my lock.  There was a little old lady in the same "indentation" as me.  When she left, she asked me, "Will you be all right alone if I go??"  I wondered what she could do for me, and said it was fine.  And I skipped my shower--that was too much tempting fate.  And then I got dressed in the dark which was very private.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-5171526244379868046?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/5171526244379868046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=5171526244379868046&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/5171526244379868046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/5171526244379868046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/04/total-locker-room-privacy.html' title='Total Locker Room Privacy'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-4737334471245920123</id><published>2008-03-12T14:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T15:05:05.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's everywhere</title><content type='html'>Oh, this is too funny to pass up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dkYZ6rbPU2M&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dkYZ6rbPU2M&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is again from &lt;a href="http://weeklyscheiss.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, it's actually from &lt;a href="http://improveverywhere.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-4737334471245920123?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/4737334471245920123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=4737334471245920123&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/4737334471245920123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/4737334471245920123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-this-is-too-funny-to-pass-up.html' title='it&apos;s everywhere'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-2581551959876869454</id><published>2008-03-12T13:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T13:43:02.564-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pet names</title><content type='html'>I was reading amy at amy'shumblemusings and she wrote about the funny names that stick with us.  my comment was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have "Dan the man", "Kiwi", Ryanryewheatoatsbarleyfarleyfudge", and "Kevobobby"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the third one is easier to pronounce if you say Ryan rye wheat oats barley farley fudge.  shortened to "Ry".  Here is how it came about:  Ryan got shortened to Ry.  Rye is a grain.  So are wheat, oats and barley. Especially if you are playing "Pit". Which rhymes with Farley.  Which is "Fudge"'s real name from the Ramona series.  See, it all makes sense now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Kevin's middle name is not Robert.  It just got started by his sister when he started calling her Kiwi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there any more??  Oh, i should have added my own:  ChristyAnnaHannahAmmarillaHotDogHoHoHeHeHaHa.  or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-2581551959876869454?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/2581551959876869454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=2581551959876869454&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/2581551959876869454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/2581551959876869454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/03/pet-names.html' title='pet names'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12360033.post-445765505063381536</id><published>2008-03-11T16:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:45:22.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling kinda old, then I learned to:</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/omIrLgQO9O0&amp;rel=0&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/omIrLgQO9O0&amp;rel=0&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;a href="http://mascowbell.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-445765505063381536?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/445765505063381536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=445765505063381536&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/445765505063381536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/445765505063381536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/03/feeling-kinda-old-then-i-learned-to.html' title='Feeling kinda old, then I learned to:'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-7136366713112166094</id><published>2008-03-11T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T13:20:07.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Masterpiece theatre and other random stuff</title><content type='html'>Now i know that many of you enjoy those little guys silhouetted in front of your movie making fun of it.  So, here's a &lt;a href="http://silhouettemasterpiecetheatre.com/blog"&gt;twist&lt;/a&gt;:  just silhouettes.  pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for you random factoid persons:  &lt;a href="http://www.businesscreditcards.com/bootstrapper/100-weird-facts-about-the-human-body/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-7136366713112166094?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/7136366713112166094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=7136366713112166094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/7136366713112166094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/7136366713112166094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/03/masterpiece-theatre-and-other-random.html' title='Masterpiece theatre and other random stuff'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-3213266305420796315</id><published>2008-03-09T16:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T16:40:31.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Randy Wayne White</title><content type='html'>"'And I'm a &lt;em&gt;vegetarian&lt;/em&gt;,' as if he wanted the pigs to hear.  Wilson said, "Sharks don't care about your ideology and neither do those hogs.  Vegetarians are edible and no amount of broccoli's going to change that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We loaded into the van.  I slid in behind the whell because Tomlinson drives like a man who really does believe in life after death.  He combines the wandering inattention of a child with a teenager's love of speed.  Terrifying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a little Sorrow, &lt;br /&gt;Born of a little Sin,&lt;br /&gt;I found a room wll damp with gloom &lt;br /&gt;And shut us all within;&lt;br /&gt;And, "Little Sorrow, weep," said I,&lt;br /&gt;"And, Little Sin, pray God to die,&lt;br /&gt;And I upon the floor will lie&lt;br /&gt;And think how bad I've been!"&lt;br /&gt;---Edna St. Vincent Millay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this author.  Mystery stories.  Good characters and plots.  The poem was in his book before it actually began.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-3213266305420796315?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/3213266305420796315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=3213266305420796315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/3213266305420796315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/3213266305420796315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/03/randy-wayne-white.html' title='Randy Wayne White'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</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-12360033.post-3983991866585803958</id><published>2008-03-09T14:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T14:38:31.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'>after some shoveling and after the storm was over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/R9QuX5CqIRI/AAAAAAAAAIs/HLp9jOXP9Hg/s1600-h/march+blizzard+2008+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/R9QuX5CqIRI/AAAAAAAAAIs/HLp9jOXP9Hg/s320/march+blizzard+2008+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175812859739382034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/R9QtmpCqIQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/RpqoW1yJRcs/s1600-h/after+shoveling+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/R9QtmpCqIQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/RpqoW1yJRcs/s320/after+shoveling+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175812013630824706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/R9QtBpCqIPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/vLj74iL20oY/s1600-h/march+blizzard+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/R9QtBpCqIPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/vLj74iL20oY/s320/march+blizzard+2008+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175811377975664882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hole through the front porch drift so the mailman could've gotten through. Through rain and snow and sleet, etc.?  no, he didn't come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/R9Qss5CqIOI/AAAAAAAAAIU/gAFtCBO18NM/s1600-h/after+shoveling+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/R9Qss5CqIOI/AAAAAAAAAIU/gAFtCBO18NM/s320/after+shoveling+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175811021493379298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much snow??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/R9QsWJCqINI/AAAAAAAAAIM/UglGwVDlGyQ/s1600-h/after+shoveling+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/R9QsWJCqINI/AAAAAAAAAIM/UglGwVDlGyQ/s320/after+shoveling+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175810630651355346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;King of the Hill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12360033-3983991866585803958?l=momorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/feeds/3983991866585803958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12360033&amp;postID=3983991866585803958&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/3983991866585803958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12360033/posts/default/3983991866585803958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorama.blogspot.com/2008/03/after-some-shoveling-and-after-storm.html' title='after some shoveling and after the storm was over'/><author><name>annahannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281538552084271328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJmbfeCY9mI/R9QuX5CqIRI/AAAAAAAAAIs/HLp9jOXP9Hg/s72-c/march+blizzard+2008+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
